<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28673231</id><updated>2026-04-02T16:38:20.434-04:00</updated><category term="doggy-style"/><category term="fucking"/><category term="orgasm"/><category term="sex"/><title type='text'>LustDemon&#39;s Lair</title><subtitle type='html'>Welcome to my Lair.  This is a site for my &#xa;poetry, photography, and erotic stories.&lt;br&gt;&#xa;&lt;br&gt;&lt;p&gt;&#xa;Material on this site is NOT meant for children.&lt;br&gt;&#xa;If you are not over the age of 18, please leave now.&#xa;&lt;br&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lustdemon.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28673231/posts/default?alt=atom'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lustdemon.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28673231/posts/default?alt=atom&amp;start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>139</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28673231.post-8886843642478638748</id><published>2009-08-07T17:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T17:06:53.307-04:00</updated><title type='text'>She Comes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpEyH0FdRDFT9PcVFeP485hS_p487AM_42XHrExpQK0eRMyhccoJHhbKY_nHNUis8aSrajYWrkDcteuwJYxJdduEsiMn8dPZigZ3dPy7Ydg0VnPbOzAeoPG6yBvw-eGMcQAsFv/s1600-h/bloodmoon.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 380px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 304px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367331259610576354&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpEyH0FdRDFT9PcVFeP485hS_p487AM_42XHrExpQK0eRMyhccoJHhbKY_nHNUis8aSrajYWrkDcteuwJYxJdduEsiMn8dPZigZ3dPy7Ydg0VnPbOzAeoPG6yBvw-eGMcQAsFv/s400/bloodmoon.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff0000;&quot;&gt;I am a full moon of emotions, waxing and waning, upon the nigh sky. Deluded clouds of crimson vapors of the soul engulf me, swallowing my thoughts in a sea of caring and love. I long for her, darkness, to take me in and cradle my heart. It beats with ecstastic energy at the notion of being &#39;one&#39; yet again. Vesuvius of the soul, I erupt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28673231/posts/default/8886843642478638748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28673231/posts/default/8886843642478638748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lustdemon.blogspot.com/2009/08/she-comes.html' title='She Comes'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpEyH0FdRDFT9PcVFeP485hS_p487AM_42XHrExpQK0eRMyhccoJHhbKY_nHNUis8aSrajYWrkDcteuwJYxJdduEsiMn8dPZigZ3dPy7Ydg0VnPbOzAeoPG6yBvw-eGMcQAsFv/s72-c/bloodmoon.jpg" height="72" width="72"/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28673231.post-4917746047266003097</id><published>2009-07-11T11:34:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T11:37:03.304-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I&#39;m lost without her trust and love... save me please. Give me that honest chance.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width=&quot;425&quot; height=&quot;344&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;movie&quot; value=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/H0VsvuvKT20&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowFullScreen&quot; value=&quot;true&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowscriptaccess&quot; value=&quot;always&quot;&gt;&lt;embed src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/H0VsvuvKT20&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;&quot; type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; allowscriptaccess=&quot;always&quot; allowfullscreen=&quot;true&quot; width=&quot;425&quot; height=&quot;344&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28673231/posts/default/4917746047266003097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28673231/posts/default/4917746047266003097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lustdemon.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-lost-without-her-trust-and-love-save.html' title='I&#39;m lost without her trust and love... save me please. Give me that honest chance.'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28673231.post-561795065957272452</id><published>2009-01-09T02:59:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T03:10:18.019-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Forever</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff99ff;&quot;&gt;How shall I pass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff99ff;&quot;&gt;this thing called time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff99ff;&quot;&gt;without it we&#39;re useless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff99ff;&quot;&gt;with it we rhyme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff99ff;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff99ff;&quot;&gt;It doesn&#39;t matter to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff99ff;&quot;&gt;as sometimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff99ff;&quot;&gt;it stands still&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff99ff;&quot;&gt;When I&#39;m inside you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff99ff;&quot;&gt;you get your fill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff99ff;&quot;&gt;and time stops&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff99ff;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff99ff;&quot;&gt;if only for a moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff9900;&quot;&gt;I love gazing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff9900;&quot;&gt;into those starry eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff9900;&quot;&gt;Van Gogh had no idea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff9900;&quot;&gt;what starry nights meant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff9900;&quot;&gt;to look in your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff9900;&quot;&gt;the idea&#39;s cement&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff9900;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff9900;&quot;&gt;the love and the lust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff9900;&quot;&gt;our passion and desire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff9900;&quot;&gt;let us embrace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff9900;&quot;&gt;our inner fires&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#33ff33;&quot;&gt;we burn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#33ff33;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#33ff33;&quot;&gt;with you I live&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#33ff33;&quot;&gt;without you I wither&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#33ff33;&quot;&gt;I long for and want you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#33ff33;&quot;&gt;and for you my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#33ff33;&quot;&gt;trousersnake slithers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#00cccc;&quot;&gt;a heat-seeking missile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#00cccc;&quot;&gt;intent on going home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#00cccc;&quot;&gt;to its warm cozy hole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#00cccc;&quot;&gt;he wiggles and wanders&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#00cccc;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#00cccc;&quot;&gt;straining and stiffening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#00cccc;&quot;&gt;reacting to your touch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#00cccc;&quot;&gt;you scream and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#00cccc;&quot;&gt;you grunt sometimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#00cccc;&quot;&gt;that its too much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ffff00;&quot;&gt;I pound your hole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ffff00;&quot;&gt;and warm your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ffff00;&quot;&gt;you ride me with lust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ffff00;&quot;&gt;hold me tighter, love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ffff00;&quot;&gt;together we must&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ffff00;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ffff00;&quot;&gt;entwine our souls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ffff00;&quot;&gt;and fuck till we drop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ffff00;&quot;&gt;please tell me baby,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ffff00;&quot;&gt;we&#39;ll never stop&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28673231/posts/default/561795065957272452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28673231/posts/default/561795065957272452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lustdemon.blogspot.com/2009/01/forever.html' title='Forever'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28673231.post-528438534359845000</id><published>2009-01-06T01:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T01:28:42.502-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tears from the Sky</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;color:#3366ff;&quot;&gt;Raindrops falling on tempered glass.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#3366ff;&quot;&gt;Lonely abandon, the pain in my ass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#3366ff;&quot;&gt;Silent, my teardrops run down the sill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#3366ff;&quot;&gt;Sad in the dark, I sit,.. still.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#3366ff;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#3366ff;&quot;&gt;Save me, love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#3366ff;&quot;&gt;Save me tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#3366ff;&quot;&gt;Save me from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#3366ff;&quot;&gt;this perilous plight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#3366ff;&quot;&gt;Rescue my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#3366ff;&quot;&gt;from this vice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#3366ff;&quot;&gt;Get me through this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#3366ff;&quot;&gt;amusement called life.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28673231/posts/default/528438534359845000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28673231/posts/default/528438534359845000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lustdemon.blogspot.com/2009/01/tears-from-sky.html' title='Tears from the Sky'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28673231.post-2793832052749391255</id><published>2009-01-03T11:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T11:36:19.694-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ffff00;&quot;&gt;To all my friends, blog buddies, and general purveyors, Happy New Year!  I wonder what the new year will bring.  I really do.  I&#39;ve been thinking about it a lot.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ffff00;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ffff00;&quot;&gt;I wish the housing market was on the rise.  That would make this decision much easier.  I&#39;ve been considering going ahead and getting that divorce.  I know LDs can&#39;t do the same right now but that&#39;s okay, this isn&#39;t about her (not right now anyway).  Its about me being happy, or rather, unhappy.  I&#39;m tired of living in this house loveless &amp;amp; always arguing.  Right now I&#39;m thinking, planning, preparing, for the divorce even though I&#39;m not sure when it will happen.  I&#39;m trying to get my financials in order; trying to get bills paid off, etc.   I guess time will tell.  My posts this year should be interesting.  I promise I&#39;ll mix in some lustfull thoughts, love-inspired musings, and HNT photos along the way.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ffff00;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ffff00;&quot;&gt;As for you, my friends, I hope the new year brings health, wealth, prosperity, and happiness.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28673231/posts/default/2793832052749391255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28673231/posts/default/2793832052749391255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lustdemon.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28673231.post-4892952578373022641</id><published>2008-12-08T19:39:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T19:50:48.690-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ice Cream + Tits = Best Dessert, EVER!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWhySxeTfI8DtCJy0psm-Gp13G2_Y0VlPw7VWNgR_gjsL2ojlmNMtY4iU9a7ixjvmt66nwyf31KajCZXNb9n2iNnqZxtfEDUXpU7m86pxC7RGQL7anzkfdSwbGK7cBqLiP1jjf/s1600-h/boobs-1.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277586175895397106&quot; style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 277px; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWhySxeTfI8DtCJy0psm-Gp13G2_Y0VlPw7VWNgR_gjsL2ojlmNMtY4iU9a7ixjvmt66nwyf31KajCZXNb9n2iNnqZxtfEDUXpU7m86pxC7RGQL7anzkfdSwbGK7cBqLiP1jjf/s400/boobs-1.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; +&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT-DSfPKj3VryZX6n6q3V6VmqhadtNFEU9phsfvTAOprAHmgS9vSYnOYCshWgzjl-trn4M2bldaWCjl-1dLr6VbIw7z6YfDQ3mSDXLneaVCp15Nd5SwTlnHFdHH5OU-gNZSDQR/s1600-h/pumpkin-cheesecake1.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277586091847325090&quot; style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT-DSfPKj3VryZX6n6q3V6VmqhadtNFEU9phsfvTAOprAHmgS9vSYnOYCshWgzjl-trn4M2bldaWCjl-1dLr6VbIw7z6YfDQ3mSDXLneaVCp15Nd5SwTlnHFdHH5OU-gNZSDQR/s400/pumpkin-cheesecake1.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff6600;&quot;&gt;Sexy.&lt;br /&gt;She fits me.&lt;br /&gt;My hand to her glove.&lt;br /&gt;I lick off her titties,&lt;br /&gt;the ice cream of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both at once,&lt;br /&gt;the cold and the hot.&lt;br /&gt;Thursday I wait&lt;br /&gt;to take what she&#39;s got.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28673231/posts/default/4892952578373022641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28673231/posts/default/4892952578373022641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lustdemon.blogspot.com/2008/12/ice-cream.html' title='Ice Cream + Tits = Best Dessert, EVER!'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWhySxeTfI8DtCJy0psm-Gp13G2_Y0VlPw7VWNgR_gjsL2ojlmNMtY4iU9a7ixjvmt66nwyf31KajCZXNb9n2iNnqZxtfEDUXpU7m86pxC7RGQL7anzkfdSwbGK7cBqLiP1jjf/s72-c/boobs-1.jpg" height="72" width="72"/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28673231.post-2784033508450668275</id><published>2008-11-22T21:40:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T21:55:33.676-05:00</updated><title type='text'>From The Desk Of...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;color:#00cccc;&quot;&gt;I arrived early to make preparations. She arrived not too long after I&#39;d prepared the room. We decided to go eat first and then go from there. During the meal, which was quite tasty by the way, she had wine. Needless to say, we didn&#39;t end up shopping for a bra &amp;amp; panty set, but instead, headed back to the room. :) Yes, I am a lucky devil. We made love often during the night and had incredible, primalistic, unprecedented sex in the morning. I&#39;d say it was the perfect night and morning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#00cccc;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#00cccc;&quot;&gt;Don&#39;t you just love those notes that say &quot;From The Desk Of ___&quot; ? Those always made me wonder what that person&#39;s desk actually looked like. In this amazing hotel room there happened to be a desk with a cold marble top. In the morning, it turned her on that the desk was so cold on her back, while my cock was so hot inside her. In case you&#39;re wondering what the desk looked like with her on it,... I won&#39;t show you. But what I will do is show you her view.  Her head hung off the back of the desk, allowing her to see out upside down (when her eyes weren&#39;t rolled back in her head that is).  Meanwhile I pounded her so hard she came in gushes that soaked the floor. We were made for each other.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh93Qy4ISKmLzttyv91is3tQ47M2lGQpOiDUNdixdLNEUwH2dxPtV_k5cOGmWb3SryZ69vlZHOSZSYVqw_VWbhHY36IHj6m0ham76ABjDlj45ESPN0AC2ZfB2S6kADVK_SdVwT_/s1600-h/skyline.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271677903422718482&quot; style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh93Qy4ISKmLzttyv91is3tQ47M2lGQpOiDUNdixdLNEUwH2dxPtV_k5cOGmWb3SryZ69vlZHOSZSYVqw_VWbhHY36IHj6m0ham76ABjDlj45ESPN0AC2ZfB2S6kADVK_SdVwT_/s400/skyline.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#00cccc;&quot;&gt;And from the desk of LustDemoness,... &quot;Roses on the bed, great room, great view, chicken marsala, wine, great bedding, sunrise with your arms wrapped around me, morning coffee, long hot bath, unfuckingbelievable sex, chocolate covered strawberry from Godiva, you&#39;re an amazing man and I love you!&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#00cccc;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#00cccc;&quot;&gt;Yep, I love &quot;From The Desk Of ___.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28673231/posts/default/2784033508450668275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28673231/posts/default/2784033508450668275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lustdemon.blogspot.com/2008/11/from-desk-of.html' title='From The Desk Of...'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh93Qy4ISKmLzttyv91is3tQ47M2lGQpOiDUNdixdLNEUwH2dxPtV_k5cOGmWb3SryZ69vlZHOSZSYVqw_VWbhHY36IHj6m0ham76ABjDlj45ESPN0AC2ZfB2S6kADVK_SdVwT_/s72-c/skyline.jpg" height="72" width="72"/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28673231.post-3675526322917871426</id><published>2008-11-20T13:37:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T13:45:12.220-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Planning Ahead</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;color:#33cc00;&quot;&gt;If once we both arrive, we can actually keep our hands off each other,... we&#39;ll leave our stuff in the room and leave for the mall where we will go shopping for a somewhat lacy bra and panty set for you,.. perhaps Macy&#39;s or someplace will have holiday ones out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course you&#39;ll need to try them on in the fitting room. At least the bra you will. But I think you&#39;ll need a second opinion as to the fit. So I&#39;ll have to come in there to see for myself. And of course,.. I can&#39;t keep my hands off you since you&#39;re so incredibly sexy.... I&#39;m going to want to carress the undersides of your breasts... and suck on your nipples... and squeeze them gently with my strong hands as i passionately kiss you. Then I can approve of the fit &amp;amp; we can check out with our new purchase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I&#39;m going to need some pants. Of course, I think I&#39;ll need your opinion as to the fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we&#39;re done shopping I&#39;ll give you an option:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can either go back to the hotel room and go out to dinner later,&lt;br /&gt;-- or --&lt;br /&gt;We can go to dinner and then back to the hotel room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But,.. it is no coincidence the hotel I booked for us is actually attached to the mall via a walkway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m thinking multiple trips are in order. =)&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, the benefits of planning ahead.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28673231/posts/default/3675526322917871426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28673231/posts/default/3675526322917871426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lustdemon.blogspot.com/2008/11/planning-ahead.html' title='Planning Ahead'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28673231.post-7429416513629104817</id><published>2008-11-12T08:15:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T08:36:58.693-05:00</updated><title type='text'>For the rest of my life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff99ff;&quot;&gt;Two years ago on a chilly November 12th, 2006, we fell in love in a beautiful hotel room. The room had gold trimmed, soft, comfortable bedding, and out the window, gorgeous evergreens amidst trees that displayed the splendor of autumn leaves. It was truly a day that in all rights was naturally gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one particular element of that day singly stuck out as being the most beautiful, wonderful, and unequivocally delightful, graceful, and radiant I&#39;d ever seen or even imagined. That element was you. You, in my arms, in love. Our love that day, I&#39;m sure, set into motion not only a path for you and I, but absolutely must have had an effect on the entire world somehow. If a butterfly flapping its wings influences the world, then surely the creation of our love began some unprecedented wave of peace and tranquility in the world, somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it was in that moment, lying in your arms, you in mine, that I gave myself completely to you, to anyone, for the first time. All my trust, my emotions, my heart, as I&#39;d never given before. And it has proven to be the best thing in my life,... giving myself to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you&#39;ve heard this song before. The lyrics and emotion of the song say a lot of what I feel.&lt;br /&gt;(Coldplay - Fix You)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height=&quot;344&quot; width=&quot;425&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;movie&quot; value=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/jBEYyHGbwto&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowFullScreen&quot; value=&quot;true&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowscriptaccess&quot; value=&quot;always&quot;&gt;&lt;embed src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/jBEYyHGbwto&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&quot; type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; allowscriptaccess=&quot;always&quot; allowfullscreen=&quot;true&quot; width=&quot;425&quot; height=&quot;344&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff99ff;&quot;&gt;You are my light. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff99ff;&quot;&gt;You are my light that guides me home... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff99ff;&quot;&gt;You are the light that ignites my bones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff99ff;&quot;&gt;Anything bad could happen in this world and you save me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff99ff;&quot;&gt;You fix me... with even a smile.... with the way you look at me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff99ff;&quot;&gt;I want to live the rest of my life trying to give that feeling back to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff99ff;&quot;&gt;I love you completely, unconditionally, with every fibre of my being.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff99ff;&quot;&gt;I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28673231/posts/default/7429416513629104817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28673231/posts/default/7429416513629104817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lustdemon.blogspot.com/2008/11/for-rest-of-my-life.html' title='For the rest of my life'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28673231.post-6820109614620767360</id><published>2008-10-31T15:10:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T15:34:50.482-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Trick or Treating in the Dark Spooky thing called Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1b2dZouEc9GWQmtnlNHkTnPWNRwDR8h7mi9D1ceJiJXzDRnkiWu28Z9IJ1M80OFi9ZZ3NkWPB495Pz7RsCqK0cUNiYsgZhdZ62JKp-xzLBrstS6uXWjKQ76HRha61Nx1q_T_H/s1600-h/pumpkin-heart.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263403443805569298&quot; style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1b2dZouEc9GWQmtnlNHkTnPWNRwDR8h7mi9D1ceJiJXzDRnkiWu28Z9IJ1M80OFi9ZZ3NkWPB495Pz7RsCqK0cUNiYsgZhdZ62JKp-xzLBrstS6uXWjKQ76HRha61Nx1q_T_H/s400/pumpkin-heart.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff6600;&quot;&gt;TRICK:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;color:#ffcc99;&quot;&gt;I want you to know I&#39;m afraid sometimes, of the dark scary things in life.. or at least the dark things in my heart and brain. Afraid that I do the wrong things. Afraid that I hurt you with my words or actions. Afraid that you&#39;ll stop loving me. Afraid that things won&#39;t work out ultimately. But the thing is,.. the trick to it one might say, is,.. I&#39;m only afraid in fleeting moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ffcc99;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff6600;&quot;&gt;TREAT:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I want you to know that those fleeting moments of fear are quelled by the overwhelming emotions and feelings I have for you. All I need to do when those dark spooky things in life scare me, is to think of you. You are my light. Your love saves me. And knowing how deep, strong, and passionate our love is &lt;em&gt;for each other&lt;/em&gt; let&#39;s me know that everything &lt;em&gt;will&lt;/em&gt; be alright. that &lt;em&gt;together&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;we will&lt;/em&gt; see the dawn. Baby,.. you have given me the best treat anyone in the world could ever dream of.......... love. Pure, raw, unrelenting, powerful, like-I&#39;ve-never-felt-before LOVE. Thank you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28673231/posts/default/6820109614620767360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28673231/posts/default/6820109614620767360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lustdemon.blogspot.com/2008/10/trick-or-treating-in-dark-spooky-thing.html' title='Trick or Treating in the Dark Spooky thing called Life'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1b2dZouEc9GWQmtnlNHkTnPWNRwDR8h7mi9D1ceJiJXzDRnkiWu28Z9IJ1M80OFi9ZZ3NkWPB495Pz7RsCqK0cUNiYsgZhdZ62JKp-xzLBrstS6uXWjKQ76HRha61Nx1q_T_H/s72-c/pumpkin-heart.jpg" height="72" width="72"/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28673231.post-307233078065336578</id><published>2008-10-20T15:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T15:46:28.394-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Musical Monday</title><content type='html'>I know I don&#39;t usually post a Musical Monday, and I also don&#39;t usually listen to country music either. But I caught this song on the radio this morning and I listened to the lyrics. I must say, its exactly how I feel. I just wish she was mine on a permanent (round-the-clock) basis so at night I could curl up next to her and feel her ... breathe.... as we drifted off to sleep. She is beautiful,.. and she&#39;s my one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width=&quot;425&quot; height=&quot;344&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;movie&quot; value=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/Iw4aFNg3MSM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowFullScreen&quot; value=&quot;true&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/Iw4aFNg3MSM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&quot; type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; allowfullscreen=&quot;true&quot; width=&quot;425&quot; height=&quot;344&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28673231/posts/default/307233078065336578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28673231/posts/default/307233078065336578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lustdemon.blogspot.com/2008/10/musical-monday.html' title='Musical Monday'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28673231.post-2235949726540629670</id><published>2008-10-16T09:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T10:05:28.593-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A night of pleasure</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;color:#cc6600;&quot;&gt;Holy passage of time, Batman!  A few days ago Lustdemoness and I had the rare opportunity to spend the night in a hotel together.  Let me say that the night was..... &lt;strong&gt;A-Fuckin-Mazing!!!&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The whole night we expressed our love for each other through kisses, cuddling, touching, necking, fucking, making love, and sweet whispers.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  I wouldn&#39;t trade that night for anything in the world.  It was the second best night of my life.  The first was two years ago when we spent the night together and we fell in love.  The terrific thing about this night though is the amount of incredible, mind-blowing, soul-entwining, earth shattering, &lt;strong&gt;rock-our-socks-off,&lt;/strong&gt; sex we had!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#cc6600;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#cc6600;&quot;&gt;We both arrived at 7:30 p.m. and she had to leave at 7:30ish a.m. the next day.  We took a short trip out for some food.  We had some drinks.  We had a few breaks in between sessions.  Even with conservative math, we calculated that we were having sex for approximately eight or nine hours out of the twelve!!!  &lt;strong&gt;EIGHT or NINE&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;HOURS&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;!!!&lt;/strong&gt;  Oh.  My.  God.  We&#39;re sore. LOL  - How is that even possible, you ask?  She turns me on sooo much!  I know its because our love, our passion, our lust for each other is strong,.. incredibly strong.  We were made for each other.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#cc6600;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#cc6600;&quot;&gt;The night was true bliss.  Thank you Lustdemoness, for one of the best nights of my entire life, and definitely the best sex of my life.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28673231/posts/default/2235949726540629670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28673231/posts/default/2235949726540629670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lustdemon.blogspot.com/2008/10/night-of-pleasure.html' title='A night of pleasure'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28673231.post-3931466629615628806</id><published>2008-10-09T10:02:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T15:33:01.017-04:00</updated><title type='text'>All I want...</title><content type='html'>I think its kindof ironic that I write this on today of all days. See, today is my 5th wedding anniversary to the wife. And yet, all I can think of, all I want, is to be with Lustdemoness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it unmanly that tears happened to appear on my cheek because I&#39;ve upset the woman I love and I can&#39;t be with her tonight?  Instead I have to pretend everything is fine.  When the reality of it is, I&#39;m ready (at least in my mind &amp;amp; in my heart) to get divorced. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I want is to wrap my arms around my Lustdemoness, kiss her passionately, and tell her I&#39;ll love her until the end of time, and give her chocolate, hugs, kisses, conversation, and great sex anytime she needs them.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28673231/posts/default/3931466629615628806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28673231/posts/default/3931466629615628806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lustdemon.blogspot.com/2008/10/all-i-want.html' title='All I want...'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28673231.post-4151830405624986553</id><published>2008-09-25T14:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T14:30:13.327-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Desire, want, longing, &amp; love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOK9-BozwAP200tt1asVNSRXYWgleQR6iFtsEfmNUXZTppUlDVhBQWpiojUecqPrYhX-2mf74MB_WQcqZ-rr37E8M02NDQWZ54k3WAE_JQEGacrjD3F6dRkT3cEevUkOfWIVk9/s1600-h/longfor.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250023549539323858&quot; style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOK9-BozwAP200tt1asVNSRXYWgleQR6iFtsEfmNUXZTppUlDVhBQWpiojUecqPrYhX-2mf74MB_WQcqZ-rr37E8M02NDQWZ54k3WAE_JQEGacrjD3F6dRkT3cEevUkOfWIVk9/s400/longfor.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff6666;&quot;&gt;I was initially worried to death that my changing jobs would hurt our relationship, would jeapordize its stability &amp;amp; duration.  Now that I&#39;ve found out some of the details of the job, sure, I&#39;m still naturally worried about whether or not you&#39;ll still want me if I&#39;m not as convenient to access,.. but I am much more confident that we&#39;ll survive - that we&#39;ll have time together every week.  I love, want, and desire you more than anything or anyone in the world.  I want to be with you forever.  I want us both to get divorces, and love &amp;amp; live together for the rest of our lives.  I want us to fall asleep each night, comfortably in each others&#39; arms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff6666;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff6666;&quot;&gt;And yet for now, we must wait.  And we must survive the present for the future to arrive.  I just want you to know, I&#39;m going to do everything in my power to help us survive the present; to help us get through the challenge of being at different workplaces, where it won&#39;t be as easy as we&#39;ve had it so far.  I&#39;m incredibly sorry for changing jobs, and the guilt plagues me still that I am even doing this.  But I also know that taking this job is best for me.  And I hope eventually taking this job will be best for us.  I have to believe that we&#39;ll survive.  Our love is too strong not to.  I do worry though, what you think of all this change.  I promise I&#39;ll still be here for you.  I promise I&#39;ll still love you.  I promise I&#39;ll still make time for you.  I promise to still do my best to entice you.  I promise to still sneak away with you.  I promise to still be your man.  I promise you&#39;ll remain my one and only true love.  Nobody could ever take that title away from you.  They wouldn&#39;t even have a chance.  After these years together, you still amaze and delight my body, mind, and heart. You are my woman, my lady, my love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff6666;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff6666;&quot;&gt;And I do love you.  More than you&#39;ll ever know.  And I&#39;d be deliriously happy to spend every day for the rest of my life trying to tell you and show you exactly how much I love you.   Don&#39;t worry baby.  Everything will be alright.  We have enduring love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28673231/posts/default/4151830405624986553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28673231/posts/default/4151830405624986553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lustdemon.blogspot.com/2008/09/desire-want-longing-love.html' title='Desire, want, longing, &amp; love'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOK9-BozwAP200tt1asVNSRXYWgleQR6iFtsEfmNUXZTppUlDVhBQWpiojUecqPrYhX-2mf74MB_WQcqZ-rr37E8M02NDQWZ54k3WAE_JQEGacrjD3F6dRkT3cEevUkOfWIVk9/s72-c/longfor.jpg" height="72" width="72"/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28673231.post-3207849881090801069</id><published>2008-09-01T01:01:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T01:20:27.815-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff9900;&quot;&gt;Missing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff9900;&quot;&gt;Something is missing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff9900;&quot;&gt;Someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff9900;&quot;&gt;You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff9900;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff9900;&quot;&gt;Something is missing in my daily routine.  You, lately.  I miss you with such pain it wrenches my heart to not look into your eyes.  To not feel your touch.  To not hear you or be near you.  To not kiss you or hold you or make love to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff9900;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff9900;&quot;&gt;This pain worries me.  Its tough enough as it is, only seeing you once a week.  Its tough enough as it is, only seeing you every now and then.  But as tough as it is, I know this pain will pass,... but I fear that my heart will tear itself to pieces when I have to change jobs and we won&#39;t even have the moments we have now.  It really worries me.  I hope by the time I change jobs we&#39;ll have taken steps to be together.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff9900;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff9900;&quot;&gt;I know it is too much to ask, for I know the love of children is stronger than anything.  I know I can&#39;t possibly ask because I know avoiding their pain takes precedence, and rightly so.  I know I can&#39;t ask because I love you and thusly I value and care for what and whom you love.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff9900;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff9900;&quot;&gt;But I can dream.  I can wish.  I can hope.  I can hope that you need to be with me as much as I need to be with you, for self-preservation, for what feels and is right in this world, for love.  I can hope that the children are mature enough to know their mother needs to be and deserves to be happy and complete.  I can dream of the time when they&#39;ve adjusted and love both their parents equally, and accept me, not necessarily as a dad, I wouldn&#39;t presume to be such, but as a man that gives their mom balance, love, and happiness.  I can wish for those days that we&#39;re finally together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff9900;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff9900;&quot;&gt;But for now,... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff9900;&quot;&gt;Something is missing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff9900;&quot;&gt;Someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff9900;&quot;&gt;Missing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff9900;&quot;&gt;From my daily life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff9900;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff9900;&quot;&gt;But never from my every thought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff9900;&quot;&gt;That someone is you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff9900;&quot;&gt;I absolutely, unprecedentedly, love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff9900;&quot;&gt;And I miss you more than words can express.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28673231/posts/default/3207849881090801069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28673231/posts/default/3207849881090801069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lustdemon.blogspot.com/2008/09/missing.html' title='Missing'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28673231.post-3632715727889798905</id><published>2008-08-13T01:56:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T02:01:24.557-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How she changed me forever</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ffccff;&quot;&gt;&quot;In one twinkle of her eye, one gaze upon me, she instilled in me the impression of all the beauty, awe, and splendor of the world in a heartbeat that lasted an eternity... And I fell in love.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ffccff;&quot;&gt;                                                                                                         - me&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28673231/posts/default/3632715727889798905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28673231/posts/default/3632715727889798905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lustdemon.blogspot.com/2008/08/how-she-changed-me-forever.html' title='How she changed me forever'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28673231.post-5175577647595010355</id><published>2008-08-06T14:09:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T14:12:30.955-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Webs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;color:#3366ff;&quot;&gt;Random webs from the spiders of my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#3366ff;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#3366ff;&quot;&gt;love poetry, shock, and peace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#3366ff;&quot;&gt;all flow from within me like a never ending river&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#3366ff;&quot;&gt;being dammed by voracious beavers on fire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#3366ff;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#3366ff;&quot;&gt;every time i want, i need, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#3366ff;&quot;&gt;i bleed into my urn of magical essence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#3366ff;&quot;&gt;that is like a cauldron of negative sunlight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#3366ff;&quot;&gt;and yet it warms me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#3366ff;&quot;&gt;from the inside out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#3366ff;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#3366ff;&quot;&gt;those fucking spiders eat me from within&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#3366ff;&quot;&gt;they gnaw on my brain, my heart, my soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#3366ff;&quot;&gt;and try as they might to eat their way out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#3366ff;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#3366ff;&quot;&gt;will always be inside me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#3366ff;&quot;&gt;because they drive me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#3366ff;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#3366ff;&quot;&gt;insane&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28673231/posts/default/5175577647595010355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28673231/posts/default/5175577647595010355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lustdemon.blogspot.com/2008/08/random-webs.html' title='Random Webs'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28673231.post-5476505859502856128</id><published>2008-08-06T08:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T08:23:14.085-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Desire</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;color:#cc33cc;&quot;&gt;Desire for me is a growing flame.  Its like fanning the fire every time you call my name.  Being with a sexy woman is terrific as it is.  Knowing said sexy woman wants me and gives herself to me is even better.  It just keeps getting better and better.  Creating a haze around my brain only Jimmy Hendrix would understand,.. beautiful, delirious with pleasure.  The experience of the mind is pure heavenly delight.  The experience of the heart is that of blissful fiery coals providing the most comfortable warm heat imagineable from within.  The experience of the body is that of plunging the most feeling, sensitive organ other than the heart (yes, the cock) into a warm pool of a pulsing cloud.  I love this experience.  I desire it even more.  I want to be suspended in time experiencing these sensations.  Peace.  Bliss.  Harmony.  Desire.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28673231/posts/default/5476505859502856128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28673231/posts/default/5476505859502856128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lustdemon.blogspot.com/2008/08/desire.html' title='Desire'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28673231.post-1216893153770403850</id><published>2008-07-22T08:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T08:24:34.004-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lightning in my heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff9900;&quot;&gt;When the day breaks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff9900;&quot;&gt;and my heart aches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff9900;&quot;&gt;when the sun shines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff9900;&quot;&gt;and my love guides&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff9900;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff9900;&quot;&gt;I think of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff9900;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff9900;&quot;&gt;When the clouds soar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff9900;&quot;&gt;and the heavens roar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff9900;&quot;&gt;when lightning strikes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff9900;&quot;&gt;and my love guides&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff9900;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff9900;&quot;&gt;I think of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff9900;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff9900;&quot;&gt;I can&#39;t help this feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff9900;&quot;&gt;that I&#39;m with you but all alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff9900;&quot;&gt;marry me please and take me home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff9900;&quot;&gt;I long to be with you every day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff9900;&quot;&gt;I want to be your love in every way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff9900;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff9900;&quot;&gt;When the world waits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff9900;&quot;&gt;and my heart aches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff9900;&quot;&gt;when the sun shines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff9900;&quot;&gt;and my love guides&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff9900;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff9900;&quot;&gt;I think of you.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28673231/posts/default/1216893153770403850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28673231/posts/default/1216893153770403850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lustdemon.blogspot.com/2008/07/lightning-in-my-heart.html' title='Lightning in my heart'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28673231.post-5683459177255810718</id><published>2008-07-17T00:31:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T00:37:51.667-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Online HNT</title><content type='html'>When we&#39;re not able to see each other face-to-face, we have only a few options... one of which is chatting online. Thanks for the hot words! You turn me on SO much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know,... even when we&#39;re apart,.. I&#39;m always thinking of you.  Here&#39;s proof. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaiuh8wZwJfC26u33CjMREJ30rKd41-9PMlqkKLP6v74UKeEhOhgDULwjXQIU_JGQS33z0HJEgma5_avfXpushkyqUKEbYbRfK30yH7auaz63DCitUJslp7K6cviOfJDgDh735/s1600-h/Hard-Day6.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223837288183644642&quot; style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaiuh8wZwJfC26u33CjMREJ30rKd41-9PMlqkKLP6v74UKeEhOhgDULwjXQIU_JGQS33z0HJEgma5_avfXpushkyqUKEbYbRfK30yH7auaz63DCitUJslp7K6cviOfJDgDh735/s400/Hard-Day6.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28673231/posts/default/5683459177255810718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28673231/posts/default/5683459177255810718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lustdemon.blogspot.com/2008/07/online-hnt.html' title='Online HNT'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaiuh8wZwJfC26u33CjMREJ30rKd41-9PMlqkKLP6v74UKeEhOhgDULwjXQIU_JGQS33z0HJEgma5_avfXpushkyqUKEbYbRfK30yH7auaz63DCitUJslp7K6cviOfJDgDh735/s72-c/Hard-Day6.jpg" height="72" width="72"/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28673231.post-6525216143560961782</id><published>2008-07-11T12:23:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T12:46:03.096-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I wait</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDVhn1-l4GtxM7XhPnDl8g7AgtL6NgT9tBEqxYk9Gd2fiHaK-j7vDOgBjX1HynKufPP6VPEp4GmDoJDtEqUzYrnm7pgV4zCJkojJuiLpmWbuBlTPp_QSC0WEGAM87QQjaiLAIu/s1600-h/sunrise04.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221797234382695042&quot; style=&quot;FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDVhn1-l4GtxM7XhPnDl8g7AgtL6NgT9tBEqxYk9Gd2fiHaK-j7vDOgBjX1HynKufPP6VPEp4GmDoJDtEqUzYrnm7pgV4zCJkojJuiLpmWbuBlTPp_QSC0WEGAM87QQjaiLAIu/s320/sunrise04.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ffff33;&quot;&gt;Horny desire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ffff33;&quot;&gt;I infiltrate your love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ffff33;&quot;&gt;I fuck you until your screams resonate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ffff33;&quot;&gt;in the cavern of my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ffff33;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ffff33;&quot;&gt;I don&#39;t know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ffff33;&quot;&gt;what this thing is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ffff33;&quot;&gt;but it feels good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ffff33;&quot;&gt;this love inside of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ffff33;&quot;&gt;that makes me warm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ffff33;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ffff33;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ffff33;&quot;&gt;How can the two mix and mingle?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ffff33;&quot;&gt;How can they be conjoined?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ffff33;&quot;&gt;Lust and Love, I&#39;ve been told&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ffff33;&quot;&gt;are two different beasts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ffff33;&quot;&gt;but not with her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ffff33;&quot;&gt;not in my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ffff33;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ffff33;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ffff33;&quot;&gt;For other women I&#39;ve lusted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ffff33;&quot;&gt;in a deluded past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ffff33;&quot;&gt;filled with twists and turns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ffff33;&quot;&gt;only to find her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ffff33;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ffff33;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ffff33;&quot;&gt;on the straight and narrow road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ffff33;&quot;&gt;holding both in her hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ffff33;&quot;&gt;as if they were fruits in a basket&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ffff33;&quot;&gt;she wields&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ffff33;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ffff33;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ffff33;&quot;&gt;I want to stay straight on &#39;til dawn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ffff33;&quot;&gt;to see that glorious sunrise when she takes me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ffff33;&quot;&gt;It is that light at the end of my tunnel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ffff33;&quot;&gt;I await&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ffff33;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ffff33;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ffff33;&quot;&gt;Her coming will be my salvation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ffff33;&quot;&gt;Her hand will be my rock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ffff33;&quot;&gt;Her heart will be mine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ffff33;&quot;&gt;and mine, hers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ffff33;&quot;&gt;forever more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIzTw9s3FNaSUGkkxT-RWeOIokvcsoqdBlKd8YrUXJGR_HF4OVKRYDQ0ieyx8X8A_q5Qvo4SvBUoWDMO2V0Xwu_zFXdpenDkZ_RbQsvH8InlYVz91YrD579JnRVB2WWdcMw3Jq/s1600-h/darkness-alone.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221797665025308418&quot; style=&quot;FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIzTw9s3FNaSUGkkxT-RWeOIokvcsoqdBlKd8YrUXJGR_HF4OVKRYDQ0ieyx8X8A_q5Qvo4SvBUoWDMO2V0Xwu_zFXdpenDkZ_RbQsvH8InlYVz91YrD579JnRVB2WWdcMw3Jq/s320/darkness-alone.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#3366ff;&quot;&gt;But today,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#3366ff;&quot;&gt;Today is a dark and gloomy day, yet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#3366ff;&quot;&gt;filled with hope and desire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#3366ff;&quot;&gt;Every day without her I am in darkness,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#3366ff;&quot;&gt;alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#3366ff;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#3366ff;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#3366ff;&quot;&gt;I wait.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28673231/posts/default/6525216143560961782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28673231/posts/default/6525216143560961782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lustdemon.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-wait.html' title='I wait'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDVhn1-l4GtxM7XhPnDl8g7AgtL6NgT9tBEqxYk9Gd2fiHaK-j7vDOgBjX1HynKufPP6VPEp4GmDoJDtEqUzYrnm7pgV4zCJkojJuiLpmWbuBlTPp_QSC0WEGAM87QQjaiLAIu/s72-c/sunrise04.jpg" height="72" width="72"/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28673231.post-2811881448660156372</id><published>2008-07-10T14:31:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T15:01:59.987-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Soft good days...</title><content type='html'>Okay, here&#39;s something I hardly ever see posted / written about. Soft good days. Or &quot;days&quot; in general. Okay, ladies. Ya know how you have horny days and regular days and bloated days, etc? Well, guys have similar days in a way. That&#39;s right. Our penises have different days! Now, I know some of you know this,.. those that are lucky enough to find a guy who will talk openly with you about his own body. But there are a lot of women out there that just don&#39;t know this stuff. So I&#39;m going to describe these &quot;days&quot; a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#00cccc;&quot;&gt;The Cold Day - This is the day every man dreads. It might not even be cold outside, but for some reason our penises think its cold, and they shrivel and draw up into us so much that there&#39;s hardly a nub there sometimes. These days happen even to the best of us. Don&#39;t let a man tell you it doesn&#39;t happen to him. It does. The same goes for testicles. They act the same way when its cold. It is not a pretty sight. The same effect can be accomplished by getting out of a pool or a shower, especially into a cold room. Before trying to start anything sexually, please wait for us to warm up a bit. Our parts are shriveled and so are our egos when this happens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#cc33cc;&quot;&gt;The Sore Day - These are days when we&#39;re sore for some reason. Not our bodies, but our penises (from lots of sex) or our testicles (from yes, even a slight brush against something). And yes, it is true that we can even SIT the wrong way and hurt our own nuts - if a man&#39;s nuts hang down that far, that is. This usually won&#39;t happen on a cold day. Sore days are not good for sexual stimulation typically. Ask any man if he&#39;s ever buckled over in pain because he had a nut &quot;twist.&quot; I guarantee you it was on a sore day. However, sometimes a little bit of pain can be a turn-on. If we say we&#39;re having a sore day, its best to ask first before starting a sexual encounter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#33cc00;&quot;&gt;The Average Day - These are the days when we&#39;re an average temperature; not cold, not hot. Average days have the capability of going both ways, hot or cold, at a moment&#39;s circumstance. These are also good days for sexual stimulation, as we&#39;re just hangin&#39; out so-to-speak, seeing what will happen. This is the most common state of phallic circumstance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ffcc33;&quot;&gt;The Good Soft Day - These days are an awesome feeling. Sometimes, based largely upon our mood and the general state of being, we walk around with soft, yet thick or long days. What I mean is,.. if your man is typically long,... he&#39;ll be soft this day but longer than an average day. If your man is typically thicker,... he&#39;ll be soft this day but thicker than an average day. Sometimes, both. It feels great to have days like this! These are EXTREMELY good days for sexual encounters because its very easy to arouse us on these days and we&#39;re typically better lovers because of the starting condition of our parts, not to mention our moods because of it. This effect can sometimes be simulated by taking a hot, steamy shower.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#cc0000;&quot;&gt;The Random Hard Day - Some men have these, and from what I understand, some do not. Every now and then we&#39;ll walk around hard, off and on, all day long. Some guys will just get a boner once randomly on any given day (usually the good soft days or an average day), and some will get them on and off all day long. There is NO rhyme or reason to this. So ladies, please do not speculate that we saw some hot woman and it caused the growth. It just happens every now and then and we don&#39;t know why. I&#39;m not saying we don&#39;t get hard SOMEtimes when we see a hot woman or think about one,.. but honestly,.. this does happen randomly as well and we just can&#39;t control it. These obviously are VERY good days for sexual encounters due to the nature of the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think that pretty much sums up our &quot;days.&quot; I hope it helps you understand that we men also have different days. I&#39;m not saying they&#39;re anywhere near the same as yours, but we do have uncontrollable changes to our bodies. Below, for my HNT, I&#39;ve posted a photo of one of my &quot;Good Soft&quot; days. It felt great to walk around soft, and yet feeling thicker. Happy Half-Nekkid Thursday, everyone!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKBrNRVYLtEhhhgHxfqgm7ZlhYvs_FEOzElxlt3OYConNwYw4c8LmOQNioatK3IyqguQERVKU4kI2LUzYTJzYsPqToLouRAsGH5jtaXxNsWZGebZhc-QaCR501WeZD72si4T9e/s1600-h/pokin-out1.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221462144755033714&quot; style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKBrNRVYLtEhhhgHxfqgm7ZlhYvs_FEOzElxlt3OYConNwYw4c8LmOQNioatK3IyqguQERVKU4kI2LUzYTJzYsPqToLouRAsGH5jtaXxNsWZGebZhc-QaCR501WeZD72si4T9e/s400/pokin-out1.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28673231/posts/default/2811881448660156372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28673231/posts/default/2811881448660156372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lustdemon.blogspot.com/2008/07/soft-good-days.html' title='Soft good days...'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKBrNRVYLtEhhhgHxfqgm7ZlhYvs_FEOzElxlt3OYConNwYw4c8LmOQNioatK3IyqguQERVKU4kI2LUzYTJzYsPqToLouRAsGH5jtaXxNsWZGebZhc-QaCR501WeZD72si4T9e/s72-c/pokin-out1.jpg" height="72" width="72"/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28673231.post-1741461195393453674</id><published>2008-07-04T16:01:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T16:06:14.469-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The most amazing of the wondrous marvels of life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff99ff;&quot;&gt;Please don&#39;t let this unfortunate mishap bog our relationship down in your mind or heart. I&#39;m certainly not letting it bog it down in mine. This incident, to me anyway, was trivial in comparison to how much I love you. I only wrote it down because those are the thoughts and feelings racing through my head at the time. But you know me. I get over my own emotions quickly. Yeah, I know, damn geminis! Maybe that&#39;s good, maybe that&#39;s bad since I think its a trait I developed from having my heart, mind, and body broken and bruised as a kid. But after everything else in this world,.. I know one thing for certain. I love you completely, and that&#39;s for sure. That love pervades everything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff99ff;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8cwdh8Xn4U97kowy_vE1RMN1pbhJeIR7ar4JvDs5cY1cJv30DuMDj2BPlz0mFbTQtlRKE8aksE83Z64YHYB4zh27G1L74_DrZ6-LS-OGRn6VLymCdXOUBuRWnrahuGWZaea35/s1600-h/butterfly.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219251980882396402&quot; style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8cwdh8Xn4U97kowy_vE1RMN1pbhJeIR7ar4JvDs5cY1cJv30DuMDj2BPlz0mFbTQtlRKE8aksE83Z64YHYB4zh27G1L74_DrZ6-LS-OGRn6VLymCdXOUBuRWnrahuGWZaea35/s400/butterfly.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff99ff;&quot;&gt;I want to see you again soon. I miss you terribly and love you more than anything in the universe. As for your suggestion, I don&#39;t need to reexamine my feelings for you. I know EXACTLY what my feelings for you are. Pure love. True, to the core of my heart and soul, love, like I&#39;d never experienced in my life until I met and got to know you. And I feel that love, so powerful, every time I think of you, look into your eyes, or kiss you. I am amazed by that. By its beauty and force. I think I&#39;m a unique individual that often sees beauty in nature and holds it in high regard where many just pass it by without thought or consideration. I marvel at light in the sky, butterflies, and wind in the trees, as if through the eyes of children in awe. But the most beautiful thing I&#39;ve ever seen or experienced in all my years of appreciating the wonders of this earth, is the power, connection, and love between you and I. Its so strong and touching that it makes me weep with tears of joy. I love you, Lustdemoness, with all of my heart mind body and spirit. You are my one and only love.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28673231/posts/default/1741461195393453674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28673231/posts/default/1741461195393453674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lustdemon.blogspot.com/2008/07/most-amazing-of-wondrous-marvels-of.html' title='The most amazing of the wondrous marvels of life'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8cwdh8Xn4U97kowy_vE1RMN1pbhJeIR7ar4JvDs5cY1cJv30DuMDj2BPlz0mFbTQtlRKE8aksE83Z64YHYB4zh27G1L74_DrZ6-LS-OGRn6VLymCdXOUBuRWnrahuGWZaea35/s72-c/butterfly.jpg" height="72" width="72"/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28673231.post-3584232024467598635</id><published>2008-07-02T17:05:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T17:09:12.955-04:00</updated><title type='text'>On the other ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;On the other side of the coin,... even writing what I wrote below upsets me. I dislike being upset. I&#39;m normally a VERY patient and understanding guy. Certainly my love for her makes me a bit more emotional with/about her than I am with everyone else. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love her completely. I want to be with her. I want to be a daily part of her life. I want to kiss her multiple times a day. That is my dream come true. I love you, lustdemoness!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikhIPcnc1aan5jvTJLGADFB4MjGauzF4DaCqoxE-VhACOa39dRHhJrUbdCe-a02nxqBSTIGRzSIYjndhLZrJ3ROx76KUO2neNbBwsToYVmiQvEAlfPdgrYwOO5JRpmsOzRSGkx/s1600-h/tulips-tied-vase.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218526660617739970&quot; style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikhIPcnc1aan5jvTJLGADFB4MjGauzF4DaCqoxE-VhACOa39dRHhJrUbdCe-a02nxqBSTIGRzSIYjndhLZrJ3ROx76KUO2neNbBwsToYVmiQvEAlfPdgrYwOO5JRpmsOzRSGkx/s400/tulips-tied-vase.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28673231/posts/default/3584232024467598635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28673231/posts/default/3584232024467598635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lustdemon.blogspot.com/2008/07/on-other.html' title='On the other ...'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikhIPcnc1aan5jvTJLGADFB4MjGauzF4DaCqoxE-VhACOa39dRHhJrUbdCe-a02nxqBSTIGRzSIYjndhLZrJ3ROx76KUO2neNbBwsToYVmiQvEAlfPdgrYwOO5JRpmsOzRSGkx/s72-c/tulips-tied-vase.jpg" height="72" width="72"/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28673231.post-7446775283055935514</id><published>2008-07-02T16:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T16:36:24.729-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn its aggravating sometimes!</title><content type='html'>Sometimes when LD&#39;s and I are apart for a while,.. she gets all .... weird.  Distant.  Mean.  Upset.  And I hate it.  I want to be with her.  I express my love to her.  I tell her I&#39;m always thinking of her.  And yet, when we&#39;re apart,.. she sometimes says things that are really hurtful.  Maybe its me.  Maybe I say hurtful things without knowing it.  But I honestly don&#39;t think I deserve the grief she sometimes gives me.  Like today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today makes a week and a half we haven&#39;t seen each other.  She saw a picture of me and the future ex along with some other people.  She gave me all kinds of hell about it.  She said I looked happy.  She said I was smiling (like ya do in a picture).  Well, I didn&#39;t mean for it to be spiteful or hateful, and I didn&#39;t want to rub it in her face either.  But she got mean, and acted like I DID mean for it to be hateful.  It certainly wasn&#39;t my intent.  She sent me a picture of her and her husband on the beach together.  Just the two of them.  =/ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So later in the discussion she asked me to go to lunch tomorrow.  I said I couldn&#39;t.  But the more I thought about it, the more I thought I could probably come up with a way to make it happen.   I thought about it a while.  I spoke to the future ex, came up with a way to make it possible so I could see the one woman I love, and so I asked her if she still wanted to see me for lunch.  She said, &quot;I guess.&quot;  I know she&#39;s confused as to why I changed my mind.  But the reality of it is,... I never changed my mind about WANTING to go to lunch with her.  THAT is an automatic YES.  I just figured a way out to make it happen, and that took a while is all.  But she got pouty, angry, confused, and mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I know LD&#39;s thinks I&#39;m lying to her about it.  Now she&#39;s not even speaking to me.  I hate that.  Damnit, I&#39;m not fucking lying, not to HER.  I love Lustdemoness more than anything, and yet, every time there&#39;s a delay or a small mishap in our communication, she assumes the worst.  She thinks I&#39;m lying.  And that drives me crazy.  the ONE woman in this world I wouldn&#39;t lie to, is her.  I love her too much for it.  I guess she just doesn&#39;t see that yet.  :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that has been bugging me lately is,.. her new boss.  I&#39;ve never really been the jealous type, well, not since my high school years.  But I am a bit jealous of her new boss.  He&#39;s a younger guy, kinda hip.  She said once that she&#39;s attracted to him, even though now she says she never said that.  She says things sometimes, seemingly just to hurt me, like,.. when I said I couldn&#39;t do lunch tomorrow, she replied, Well I guess I&#39;ll just go to lunch with (him).  She knows I&#39;m jealous of this guy.  Why would she say that to me?  Is it a game?  Does she think its fun to make me squirm?  Well what it does is, it hurts my feelings.  It isn&#39;t my fault that I had something else planned. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I just don&#39;t know, and can&#39;t tell where I stand in her life.  I try, I honestly TRY to make it extremely clear that she&#39;s all that means anything in my life.  I know she has kids that rightfully will come before me.  But other than them,.. its hard to tell sometimes just because of what she says to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said though, sometimes maybe its me.  Maybe I say things that make her strike back, but I hope not.  I don&#39;t think anything I say to her is that bad.  *shrug*  Its quite frustrating at times.  And yet, despite all that, I love her more than anything.  Not because of it though.  Just,... because.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28673231/posts/default/7446775283055935514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28673231/posts/default/7446775283055935514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lustdemon.blogspot.com/2008/07/damn-its-aggravating-sometimes.html' title='Damn its aggravating sometimes!'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>