Lying in My Bed
It's 6am, and I'm self employed.
I can get up when I please.
So, I'm lying in bed and thinking about an art curator I know. In my mind, I'm moving close against him, my breathe against his neck. My hand is on the center of his chest. I can feel his muscles and his heart beating under my hand.
This is what occupies most of my time.
I masturbate several times a day.
I love softly kissing my lips along the neck and jawline of hot men.
I love painting romance... the spiritual connection between two people. I love painting that spark! between two people in love. That heat, that warmth of bodies connecting with spiritual ties.
Right now, my eyes are drifting into Dreamland. I'll continue writing when I wake up.
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Okay, I'm awake now. Today, I'm thinking about this first blog. What do I write about? I want this to be a researched art blog. An art blog where I learn about paintings and history as I go through my own personal art journey. However, I can make this thing any way I want.
I have the kind of mind that starts with infinite possibilities and narrows them down to one or two.
I'm very good at narrowing down my options because I have to do that every day, throughout the day, with all of my decision making.
However, something as open ended as an art blog can lead to many different possibilities.
Ergh, I'm going to play on my phone and then find a subject to write about.
Love, Rita
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