Gillian Colbert's Blog, page 22

I Am

My apologies, I've got no pithy intros tonight…

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Separate, divided

my heart no longer guided

I am lost.

Destiny profaned

my soul clouded in shame

I am blind.

Desperate, greedy

I ignored your need

I am deaf.

Dishonor, lies

My tongue now tied

I am mute.

Fear, doubt

I see no way out.

I am done.

 

 

If you make me twitch, groan and moan that bad…

Reblogged from Sexploratorium:

If you make me twitch, groan and moan that bad .. I will make sure to fuck you till you are sore for days!!

Definitely for the ladies … doesn't he sound delicious! Looks delish too!

CHECK THIS SITE OUT, ladies!

On Being Marked

The most luscious feeling in the world is when a man comes inside of you. For me, this feeling above all others is the most visceral within sex. I love to orgasm. I love the feeling of a man thrusting deep and heaven help me if he makes noise too, but the moment he comes deep inside is profound. I want to feel his cock twitch, I want to feel the heat of each spurt and the slick wet running down my leg after we're done.

It's like being marked. He's planting his seed and staking a claim. It's...

Free Falling

Reblogged from Scribbles of a confused mind:

I tend to be a private person. While I write about things that are important to me I don't really talk about me.  I've been on the edge of a precipice lately. As well as emotionally I can physically feel it. This morning while listening to music and drinking my coffee I was overwhelmed by the feelings. It wasn't words but images feelings. I wanted to step off, give up my attachments to this life. Fade away to nothing. There are times when I have a...

Coming Soon: Breaking Through

Here's a brief excerpt from my new novella due out next month. It's written and now moving into proofing and production so not too much longer. A major thank you to all my wonderful beta-readers who helped me find and fix the weaknesses in the story…

Breaking Through

He'd blindfolded her and, like an idiot, she'd let him. The black silk was snugged across her eyes and while she had a sense of light in the room, she couldn't see a damn thing. She couldn't figure out if she was being daring or...

My Favorite Porn

I was recently asked about some of the gay porn I love to watch. I've had a few comments about this as well and I decided, what the hell. Let me go ahead and post some of my favorite links. So, below dear reader, is a small  selection of of video's that I've partaken of. Unfortunately, my computer died and I lost all my bookmarks when I bought a new one the other day, these were the one's I remembered:

I love these two because they are incredibly vocal. I've got it running as I type this and I...

Me being artistic, while I'm horny

Reblogged from Sexploratorium:

This is not an internet pic. That's me trying to be artistic while I'm horny… quite a challenge I must say

This one's for the ladies … This was just too, damned hot not to share. Take a wander around his site … my exact comment to him was "Holy Hotness, Batman … Damn!"

To Blog or Not to Blog and Other Shakespearean Dilemmas

I think we all reach a point in our blog's life when we wonder why we are doing what we do and should we continue. I've been at this point for a while now. Not really knowing if I'm going down the right path. I began this blog because I wanted a place to just think "out loud" about my confusion around BDSM and to promote my writing. If I attracted like-minded people in order to have some open discourse that was great. I didn't think further than that.

Over time, this blog has evolved and is...

TMI is a Good Thing

Thank you LizzieCracked (not Broken) from Running Naked With Scissors for graciously bestowing upon me the TMI is a Good Thing Award. The award:

The TMI Blog Award honors those blogs that discuss everything in detail and do it well. These bloggers aren't afraid to discuss their most awkward, embarrassing and intimate experiences with honesty, humor and little to no filter. 

The Rules:

Thank the person who presented you with the award.

Link back to the blogger who presented the award to you.

Share...

Come Receptacle

There seems to be a wave of darkness flowing through our corner of the Internet. Many soul-drenched and brutally poignant pieces have been posted. I was reflecting on what I've been reading and thinking back to my own piece on whoring and this took shape…

Sex without love was my utmost demand

I couldn't see the need for anything more

Provide me my illusion the only command

Didn't give a damn that it made me a whore

Killing myself a little bit at a time
Vainly trying to fill a void with sexual...