I’m sure this has been posted before since it’s been close to a year since this was first published, but this is new to me and I am so glad I found it and take great pleasure in sharing this wonderful article again.
I was such an honor to be a part of this, I still geek out thinking about it sometimes. Thank you for sharing it again! ❤
So a couple of weeks ago I made the post above and because of the response I received, I decided to create this blog. I’m going to start posting from here soon but I wanted to again put out there what the purpose of the blog is and what you will and will not find here.
I’m finally putting all my tumblr drabbles together. Though there is Klonnie and other pairings and other goodies, this is mostly showing my appreciation to the Bonnie Bennett character, since TVD didn’t know how to do it right. Please enjoy! ;D
Chapter 19: Bonkai
Chapter 20: Klonnie
Chapter 21: Bonnie and her Super Magical Friends Pt. 2
THE POETRY OF LOVE AND THE ART OF LIES Part I (excerpt) ….
Waking up next to her ….
oOo Damon oOo
Over an hour, I watched her. She is poetry to me. I told myself she wasn’t a dream. Even if she literally was a dream come true. I pinched myself. I blinked obsessively, and slapped myself. But nothing changed. She is real. She is beautiful. She lay facing away from me. It is rare, but on the occasion her body faced a different direction, I just lay behind her and stare at her. I loved how the sun would cascade off her body, while the sheet barely covered her. The crack of her perky backside, barely peeking through the sheets. Sometimes we went to bed directly after making love. There are days, nights we don’t bother showering. Then some nights we showered and just got back in bed naked.
I can’t handle the thought of this woman not being in my life. She gives me fulfillment, and it never ceases to amaze me the way I wake up, always wanting her, just as much as I did the night before. Breakfast? Breakfast for me, is Bonnie. Lunch? Lunch is Bonnie, and so is dinner and dessert. Her spine runs up her back and leads me to look at the nape of her neck. Something was beautiful about the back of her neck. It was, delicate, like her shoulders. The delicacy of her frame, was so untouched in some ways, I can’t help but to admire her body while she sleeps. The subtlety in her breathing, the deep curve at her waistline, right before her hips flare.
I scooted behind her body, when I became bothered by the distance between us. I am just as naked, and we love laying naked together. My arm wrapped around her waist, as I start kissing her skin. I’d been staring at her so long, I had to satisfy my hunger. My lips found her shoulders and peppered her with sweetness. The kisses stretched over her entire right side, until I find her neck. When I find her neck I nibble it, and her tiny ears.
Eventually, while her eyes remained closed, her lips turned upward into a grin. My hand made its way to her breast, and I’m massaging her gently. My hands squeezed with just enough need, until I found her nipples. One of her favorite erogenous zones. I gently squeezed one of her nipples without stopping. Then my teeth find her earlobe again, where I gently nibble. Yes, I was gentle, for a few minutes.
Then she grabbed my hands as they both found her nipples, and she attempted to fight me. The nipple play was making her throb. From her core to her pussy, she was pulsing. Six am is the perfect time to have sex. The body is rested and relaxed, and the mind transitions into sex seamlessly from sleep.
POC of TVD 