A Message from within

J-spot is very painful. It can kill you if you let yourself induldge into it. Makes you exercise your imagniation skills. Ride and gallop with horses in that area of space. In fact, you suddenly find yourself owning all the space in the world, and its solely dedicated to expand and ponder on that feeling. You imagine more things that hits right on the J-spot. Right on it. Harder and harder it strikes and you just instead of filtering these hits you welcome more and more of it. Very painful. I can hardly see any pleasure in self stimulating the J-spot. You by time feel butterflies in your stomach and a deep wish to retreat from the whole world. Why go there if you can't handle it. Well, I know lots of things to stop my self stimulation but I just can't stop imagining. Will go to extreme thinking and scenarios. I have a feeling my scenarios are right. It is logical. How can it not be done all that time? Something is not right? But why would I care? Well, I dont care for the parti

I wrote, 'love, life, laugh.' He wrote, 'life, love, laugh.' I smiled. Why did we flip the order of the first two. I immediately said, 'Ah, I chose love first because I am emotional, and you went with life first because your practical nature.' I always joke and sometimes mean it when I say that he is practical. He sure is. Apart from him being the most sensitive and considerate person, he indeed is practical. Practical in a decent sense. In a complete emotional sense. Yes, he can see the details, yet concerned with the end result and plan. I, yes, see the big picture, yet important the details are to me. I can sacrify the plan for the detail. Twist the big picture in a range; turn the big picture upside down; discard the whole picture if I have to, just to enjoy the detail. I drive my enjoyment from details. Following it. Looking through it. Playing with it. In a way that I see it not really bothering the target. The target in itself is not my mission. It is the