Over the years I've broken up with a lot of men. And one woman. That's kind of what this feels like, and I've been avoiding it for over a month, waiting to see if I'd have a change of heart. But it's over and it's time for me to admit it. To myself and to anyone else who is still with me.
I started DickDykeDick, originally named My Decade as a Dyke, to give me a place to write. A reason to write. And all of you, with your comments and support, were more inspiration than I ever imagined possible. Along the way, I fell in love with a married Dom and developed a passion for self-portraits. And you were there, never a harsh or critical word in over two years. Just love, lust and understanding. The perfect relationship, wouldn't you say?
So why am I leaving? Because this blog belongs to Him and there is no room for another man here. There isn't even room for me. Not a me without Him. Because this blog is really just a long crazy mash of an intense love letter to the man that I adore. And I can't keep coming back here.
I'm moving forward. With my work and with my heart. I've begun a play that I'm excited about, one that deals with, surprise, sex. And I continue to see New Boy. I like him more and more all the time. He's a good man, he's kind, he listens to me and really thinks about what I say. He surprises me.
I could write so much more, and so much better, but I'm sobbing now and I don't know how much of it is because of the blog, because of Him or because of all of you, my friends, whom I will miss so much. It's been a wonderful two-and-a-half years. Thank you.
This is the first piece of erotica I ever wrote for public consumption. I found it by downloading my Twitter archive, which is an interesting reminder of t...
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