ok. this is between you and I, then. I am nowhere near sober, so, whatever disclaimers may apply 🙂
In between the feelings of nothingness and the aching pit in my stomach, I can still see him nearby- like a greek statue with blue flame for eyes- he always literally looked like a statue, like at any moment he would realize he was made out of one slab of marble and cease breathing, if it weren’t for his eyes burning with pure insanity.
Working out suited him disgustingly well. I was at first revolted to find myself attracted to this musclebound bit of testosterone, and then I came to terms with falling in love with every step it took for him to sweat and build and stop hating himself.
And then I can smell her. She smelled like laughter and chemicals and motherhood, with a bosom I could get entirely lost in. I’ve already spent weeks imagining her blowing him, perfectly, with exactly the right dose of self-serving selflessness, with the bewildering confidence that allowed her to sweep me up and utterly swallow me in her first hug- “Come here-I feel like I know you!” along with a silent whisper that says that he is no longer mine.
Fucking him was like being a little girl again, all in conflict with myself. It was the most blissful sensation I’d had in years- we fit together like melting plastic, burning plastic that screamed upon nearly every surface of that filthy apartment. Sometimes I wouldn’t get off, and it was amazing- the youthful uncertainty kept me wetter than I’d been in ages, wet enough to sneak off every hour or so while at work just to relieve the tension a little.
He went down on me as though we were the same person – I left exhausted and ripped to shreds.
He was the first person I fucked with a strap-on, and it was like fucking myself- he was crying in a little ball, dripping everywhere – the most pathetic, wonderful thing I had ever seen, and quietly asking for more.
Eyes lock across beer bottles and wiskey shots down a long beat up bar
I’m not the one she’s talking to, and she’s not the one talking to me
But the eyes know, the eyes and the thoughts that follow them
Looking over the cue ball when its my turn at the table, she’s still there
Our eyes continue the dance that bad music and lazy, smoke filled tendrils
Haven’t been able to put to rest, no rest for the wicked, no rest at all.
I followed her out to the alley, and by her walk, she knew more than my eyes were following
Up against the wall, with her hands clenched over mine
Her skirt rucked up over her hips…
Its the eyes, its the smile…
Its a dirty brick wall, with my arm around her throat…
Its not rape if you gave me permission.
(the former is fantasy and not intended to make light in any way of actual rape or the victims thereof)
I recently bought a new electric screwdriver. Cordless, she’s rounded and slightly soft plastic, easy to grip, red and black and only an inch or so longer than my palm. She’s sexy and I can’t quite figure out why… But disassembling a set of bookshelves with her turned me on.
This morning after I got out of the shower I pinned a singularly attractive and very naked chica to the bathroom wall and let the hands play for a bit.
Unfortunately I was late for work and had a long drive ahead of me.
That’s odd. And yet, despite your inability to visualize it, I can assure you it does occur. Not nearly as much as I would like these days, but hopefully that is only a temporary slump.
K wants to know why, after humping each other on the swings in San Mateo city park one night after dark, as we were walking back to my car, I didn’t force her to her knees to suck me off.
There. Wasn’t suitable for blogging on my journal, but screened will work.
ok. this is between you and I, then. I am nowhere near sober, so, whatever disclaimers may apply 🙂
In between the feelings of nothingness and the aching pit in my stomach, I can still see him nearby- like a greek statue with blue flame for eyes- he always literally looked like a statue, like at any moment he would realize he was made out of one slab of marble and cease breathing, if it weren’t for his eyes burning with pure insanity.
Working out suited him disgustingly well. I was at first revolted to find myself attracted to this musclebound bit of testosterone, and then I came to terms with falling in love with every step it took for him to sweat and build and stop hating himself.
And then I can smell her. She smelled like laughter and chemicals and motherhood, with a bosom I could get entirely lost in. I’ve already spent weeks imagining her blowing him, perfectly, with exactly the right dose of self-serving selflessness, with the bewildering confidence that allowed her to sweep me up and utterly swallow me in her first hug- “Come here-I feel like I know you!” along with a silent whisper that says that he is no longer mine.
Fucking him was like being a little girl again, all in conflict with myself. It was the most blissful sensation I’d had in years- we fit together like melting plastic, burning plastic that screamed upon nearly every surface of that filthy apartment. Sometimes I wouldn’t get off, and it was amazing- the youthful uncertainty kept me wetter than I’d been in ages, wet enough to sneak off every hour or so while at work just to relieve the tension a little.
He went down on me as though we were the same person – I left exhausted and ripped to shreds.
He was the first person I fucked with a strap-on, and it was like fucking myself- he was crying in a little ball, dripping everywhere – the most pathetic, wonderful thing I had ever seen, and quietly asking for more.
Oh hot. You can so stay. 🙂
I have too. 😛 Maybe you’re just not on the filter for whatever reason.
*batting eyelashes* Pretty please, may I be on the filter?
Uhm… and it’s not like I kidnapped the pictures you posted or anything…
Permission equals consent
Eyes lock across beer bottles and wiskey shots down a long beat up bar
I’m not the one she’s talking to, and she’s not the one talking to me
But the eyes know, the eyes and the thoughts that follow them
Looking over the cue ball when its my turn at the table, she’s still there
Our eyes continue the dance that bad music and lazy, smoke filled tendrils
Haven’t been able to put to rest, no rest for the wicked, no rest at all.
I followed her out to the alley, and by her walk, she knew more than my eyes were following
Up against the wall, with her hands clenched over mine
Her skirt rucked up over her hips…
Its the eyes, its the smile…
Its a dirty brick wall, with my arm around her throat…
Its not rape if you gave me permission.
(the former is fantasy and not intended to make light in any way of actual rape or the victims thereof)
T.
Re: Permission equals consent
Oh my.
And you are so big and so strong and you could so do it if you wanted to and…
oh…
damnit I’m at work.
Must masturbate later…
I recently bought a new electric screwdriver. Cordless, she’s rounded and slightly soft plastic, easy to grip, red and black and only an inch or so longer than my palm. She’s sexy and I can’t quite figure out why… But disassembling a set of bookshelves with her turned me on.
I think my laptop is sexy. 🙂
http://livejournal.terralthra.net/display_entry?entry=155
http://livejournal.terralthra.net/display_entry?entry=154
This morning after I got out of the shower I pinned a singularly attractive and very naked chica to the bathroom wall and let the hands play for a bit.
Unfortunately I was late for work and had a long drive ahead of me.
Oh baby.
You want to know what is funny though? I just can’t picture you having sex. I’m not sure why. I’ve even tried. The images just don’t come.
Done.
You should read the top of my journal for more info. 😛
Fine for those of you who have permission to masturbate…
That’s odd. And yet, despite your inability to visualize it, I can assure you it does occur. Not nearly as much as I would like these days, but hopefully that is only a temporary slump.
K wants to know why, after humping each other on the swings in San Mateo city park one night after dark, as we were walking back to my car, I didn’t force her to her knees to suck me off.
There. Wasn’t suitable for blogging on my journal, but screened will work.