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The Red Sneaker Diary.
i need a playmate.
not as in a sex playmate.
just someone i can do physical things with.
like play wrestle in long grass.
but if this guy just so happens to be hot, and if i just to happen to go on heat while I'm with him, then if anything of the sexual nature happens, then its just a merry, merry coincidence.
i just need to be touched.
either a playmate, or rod decides to pull his head out of his ass hole.
just tell me I'm beautiful.
tell me that I'm wanted.
you don't even have to mean it
just make me believe it,
even if its momentary.
say it because i need to hear it.
last night, one of my male friends whom, we will call Mr.O, came down just for a chat.
he could smell the stress coming off me like a bad stench.
and he offered to give me a back massage.
the touch of his fingertips working themselves on my upper back cut the tension out of me like a hot knife through butter
i was lost.
his hands moved up my back, firmly.
and his fingers curled around my neck.
i let the muscles melt at his touch and soon my head was completely supported in his hands.
just him touching me, seemed to fulfil a starved need.
i just need contact. to touch another persons skin.
just to make me feel less alienated and estranged.
this is how i miss you rod.
i miss the fundamental ingredients that constitute affection.
i know I'm not supposed to miss you,
but i cant help what i feel.
and i miss you
i miss the way you were before you changed.
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