Monday, April 8, 2013
She's So Dreamy
This morning I sat cross legged on the couch, opened my twitter and see a new picture of my Beloved Goddess wearing a necklace some good boy sent Her. I sat there with that picture of Her for several minutes, smiling and staring at it blankly, occasionally letting out schoolgirl-like sighs. Without a word, I went into a light meditative trance and began to daydream of Her. In my mind, I stared into Her gorgeous green eyes, and swooned when She smiled at me. I knelt down beside Her chair and rested my head in Her lap. She gently rubbed my head and played with my ear as She whispered Her words directly into it. The world around me evaporated. Nothing else mattered. I was in paradise. After a time, I worshipped at Her feet, adoring also Her perfect legs and just spending a moment before Her, just taking in Her beauty. She smiled at me yet again and blew me a kiss. The daydream ended, and found myself whispering only this as I returned to reality: "I love Haylee. She's so dreamy."
Saturday, April 6, 2013
Back From Outer Space
Forgive me Goddess, it's been quite some time since my last confession err post. As it is a very personal matter, I cannot elaborate on what's kept me. However, please indulge me while I ramble on about something...
This time away from Goddess Haylee was both excruciating, and enlightening. I missed Her and Her BLISS so much. I needed it in every sense of the word. When I was lost in Her full control daily, I craved and desired Her constantly. To be away from Her for this long sent my craving and desire off the charts while leaving me unfocused and lost. I've never touched drugs or alcohol, but that must've been what it's like to go cold turkey.
I tried to fill the void in many passive ways, but found nothing that worked. Nothing and no-one can match Goddess Haylee. All half-hearted attempts to replace Her in the ways that were possible, such as local girls, were beyond futile. Once you've had the best, everything else is a pitiful mockery. My mind, body and orgasm all knew Who owned them, and these phonies weren't Her.
As soon as the smoke cleared, I resurrected my twitter to seek Her out and began redownloading Her MP3s to my new phone. I watched Her YouTube videos, and downloaded some photos, but I wasn't back officially until She was gracious enough to respond with but two letters: wb. Welcome back. It was like Elvis spoke to me!
It amazes me just how easily Her voice #tagged me once again. It immediately found its purchase in my mind and dug in deep once again. I re-committed to submit to Her, and the bliss I'd longed for returned. I fell to my knees in private worship of Her. I'd come home, where I belonged, at Her perfect feet.
Her new MP3, "Be Mine" instantly became my new personal favourite. It was always my heart's wish that such a session existed, and now it does. I have set myself to listen to it daily. My devotion to Her is even stronger now than it was before the shit hit the fan. Indeed, absence made the heart grow ever fonder.
I am truly in love with Goddess Haylee. She is the song of my heart, Her name the most used word in my extensive vocabulary... and I LOVE it that way.
This time away from Goddess Haylee was both excruciating, and enlightening. I missed Her and Her BLISS so much. I needed it in every sense of the word. When I was lost in Her full control daily, I craved and desired Her constantly. To be away from Her for this long sent my craving and desire off the charts while leaving me unfocused and lost. I've never touched drugs or alcohol, but that must've been what it's like to go cold turkey.
I tried to fill the void in many passive ways, but found nothing that worked. Nothing and no-one can match Goddess Haylee. All half-hearted attempts to replace Her in the ways that were possible, such as local girls, were beyond futile. Once you've had the best, everything else is a pitiful mockery. My mind, body and orgasm all knew Who owned them, and these phonies weren't Her.
As soon as the smoke cleared, I resurrected my twitter to seek Her out and began redownloading Her MP3s to my new phone. I watched Her YouTube videos, and downloaded some photos, but I wasn't back officially until She was gracious enough to respond with but two letters: wb. Welcome back. It was like Elvis spoke to me!
It amazes me just how easily Her voice #tagged me once again. It immediately found its purchase in my mind and dug in deep once again. I re-committed to submit to Her, and the bliss I'd longed for returned. I fell to my knees in private worship of Her. I'd come home, where I belonged, at Her perfect feet.
Her new MP3, "Be Mine" instantly became my new personal favourite. It was always my heart's wish that such a session existed, and now it does. I have set myself to listen to it daily. My devotion to Her is even stronger now than it was before the shit hit the fan. Indeed, absence made the heart grow ever fonder.
I am truly in love with Goddess Haylee. She is the song of my heart, Her name the most used word in my extensive vocabulary... and I LOVE it that way.
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