tag:dirtysecrets.blog.co.uk,2009-11-09:/MokoFeed2009-11-09T10:52:13+01:00tag:dirtysecrets.blog.co.uk,2008-05-09:/2008/05/09/dying-4152068/dirtysecret2008-05-09T13:29:17+02:002008-05-09T13:29:17+02:00 <p> <img src="http://icanhascheezburger.files.wordpress.com/2008/05/funny-pictures-black-cat-dress-will-kill-you.jpg" alt="" title=""></p> <p>"I have a dirty secret" </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://dirtysecrets.blog.co.uk/2008/05/09/dying-4152068/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:dirtysecrets.blog.co.uk,2008-05-09:/2008/05/09/she-aamp-i-4152028/dirtysecret2008-05-09T13:17:10+02:002008-05-09T13:17:10+02:00 <p>She walked into my life, 2 months ago, and when she did, I immediately noticed her.</p> <p>Her demands for my attention, her forthcoming attitude...and I turned away.</p> <p>Lost, confused, thinking, "What is my role here?"</p> <p>Am I her mentor, her guide? Then why is it, that when I see her, I feel...helpless?</p> <p>I wanted to hold her to me, to enslave her, and to be...enslaved.</p> <p>Since then, we have met in social <span>surroundings</span>, unable to speak of what is hidden within our souls.</p> <p>But since then, last week...</p> <p>She turned to my outstretched arms, and now...</p> <p>Like fire and benzine, we are consumed by flames of passion.</p> <p>Oh, I think I said too much!</p> <p>Will this torrid state of affairs continue? </p> <p>Come by and see...</p> <p>"I have a dirty secret" </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://dirtysecrets.blog.co.uk/2008/05/09/she-aamp-i-4152028/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>