Desultory and Impulsive

curiosus69 said:

A ballad of seven days.

I'm gonna act like jester, and steal your thread,
Don't take it for harm, I'm just entertaining myself.
Cause oftenly jesters, get away with their tricks,
But at the end of the day, no one's rubbing their pricks.

I see it clearly now, a castle of old,
In it a ruler's bedroom, and a harem of a sort.
And the girls in the harem, all seven of them too,
Are tending and offering
Themselves to you.

Rubydlite in red glowing silk ,
LizzieEr, hands covered in ink.
Mrgl720, enigma to me,
Her face is secluded,
If only those breasts could speak.

There's murmurmara,
Still coming out strong,
With 'AHHH' in both syllables,
She won't let you to hung.

And an interested_girl; an intellectual sort,
Gray matter weaving, her favorite sport.

xSleepingBeauty, not so innocent lass,
She awaits for a prince charming,
To rape her in the ass.

Finally Kimleigh, the seventh of seven,
When she lays kiss on you, you'll think you're in heaven.


So there you now have it, a girl for each day of the week,
Just be sure to check, that your libido is at it's peak.

With that being said, I think that I'm through,
Now humbly I hand over,
Your thread back to you.

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enigma ? lmao, well that's a first.
"A girl for each day of the week".. interesting

I'm so confused though, what was the purpose of this ?

Not going to lie, I had a good laugh.

However, this lady has no interest in being one of many, I don't share. Ever. So, let there be 6 who do the work of 7. Could be fun, no?

Oh make no mistake, inked hand or no, I don't belong to anyone's harem.
I wonder why the need to hijack a thread though?

LizzieEr said:

Oh make no mistake, inked hand or no, I don't belong to anyone's harem.
I wonder why the need to hijack a thread though?

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I was thinking the same thing Lizzie.. Was extremely odd to me.

I accept this hijack
And have been entertained.

rubydlite said:

Edging to the point of boredom? I think you're not edging quite far enough then

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Oh no... I got there. But it was a Pyrrhic victory of an experience. I got stuff to do. A life that needs to be better lived. Taking 3 hours to reach an outcome that can be easily achieved within five minutes is absurd. My boredom and self-hate was the result of this realization.

Also...

I wish to state that I have absolutely zero interest in having a harem of any kind. The thought exhausts the fuck out of me.

Mrgl720 said:

enigma ? lmao, well that's a first.
"A girl for each day of the week".. interesting

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Well, I've never spoken to you, so yeah, you're kind of enigma to me, is all.

I'm so confused though, what was the purpose of this ?

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Not exactly sure...perhaps an apologetic way if threading into another
man's topic, plus a simple try of cheering up the atmosphere in the topic which I find to be somewhat dark due to topic owner's personal turmoils?

Interested_Girl said:

Not going to lie, I had a good laugh.

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Well thank you, I'm glad that you liked it.

However, this lady has no interest in being one of many, I don't share. Ever. So, let there be 6 who do the work of 7. Could be fun, no?

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LizzieEr said:

Oh make no mistake, inked hand or no, I don't belong to anyone's harem.
I wonder why the need to hijack a thread though?

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I find it intriguing how many of you girls, even in such
innocent virtual surroundings, are defending your
exclusive rights to a potential male partner. What say thee?

Mrgl720 said:

I was thinking the same thing Lizzie.. Was extremely odd to me.

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As explained above...
I actually liked the author's original idea...verses plus a photo.

So, instead of copycatting, I've decided to paradrop into his topic, even if only for post or two.

y=mx+b said:

I accept this hijack
And have been entertained.

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I'm glad that you've been.

And, as a mano to mano, I must say, great pics.

Sorry to read that you're currently on a bumpy ride on your personal life plain, but, what to do, that's also part of living I guess.

y=mx+b said:

I wish to state that I have absolutely zero interest in having a harem of any kind. The thought exhausts the fuck out of me.

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Right?

So much issues with only one wielder of mighty PMS...imagine a whole squad of them.

curiosus69 said:

Right?

So much issues with only one wielder of mighty PMS...imagine a whole squad of them.

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Be very careful where you tread Mariner, you may find yourself in deep waters.

Here's my take on women and PMS

Now being male in gender, I am far from qualified to say shit about PMS. That said, I am also unbiased and have no reason to defend. Some super alpha men may say that I am a bed-wetting Prius-driving feminist democrat pandering to the opposite sex in hopes they will some day let me touch their boobies.

To those individuals all I have to say is: whatever fuckhead.


So what's my take on PMS? Personally, I think the stereotypical perception my gender created and continues to fuel is fucking bullshit.

To ridicule a woman straight forward or passive aggressively for what is perceived to be irrational irritability or-what-have-you is the proclimation of one's hard-working, inept intelligence doing what it can to stay that way.

Irritability due to pain and discomfort is not irrational.



As for the menstrual cycle as a whole... I actually kinda like it. Not that I have some sort of fetish regarding the such--as touched upon on the previous page. But rather because a lot of shit gets done.

I swear to fuck. The week of my wife's period is the week phone calls are made, questions are answered, Lazarus is risen. It's actually quite amazing as well as entertaining because she literally has no fucks to give and if I or anyone else become pissy about it, that's our problem. She's neither responsible for the feelings of others, or for how those feelings cause others to react to her when she's not on her period so why the fuck should she be when she is?

Now, some may say there's a bias to what I just wrote because I used my wife as an example. True, I will give credit to that. However; that does not account for the times I essentially have been told that I was stupid, followed with some pretty solid reasons why, by women I have come to learn were on their period and felt the need to admit this to me feeling as though they have to apologize--for telling the truth.

Example C: Meghan Kelly.

was she on her period at the time of debate? Seems as though Donny thought she was so let's go with it because it's a great example of a woman effectively saying to a man: "You're an idiot and here's why..." and being absolutely correct.

-the end-

FURTHER MORE!!!


Actually there is no further more.

If anything there's me sitting here thinking "rape on the first page, menstruation on the second? Seriously? Can't you be more like however it was you used to be like?"

It's as if I don't even know me anymore .

And back into the environment inside my head

This won't make much sense

If you know
Then you are familiar

Sketching words thoughts thoughts words
Just to get them blue
Blue
Sky blue
Words and curves and night that is good
That is going terrible
That is going blonde
Like vanilla candy
Or her breast of such scent

The kind that we all miss
The comforting feel
Of having been caught cheating on a heart you already had on the verge of breaking but played stupid to it so you could some how pass the responsibility off onto someone else

Something else

But you know it was you
It was all you

Because you like to fuck
And you like how it feels to be fucked by someone that wants to fuck you

Someone you don't have to ask to fuck you
They just do because you are so fucking hot to them
They need to be inside you
She needs to be on top of you

They want your orgasm
They want to be responsible for it
They want to take it and keep it for themselves

And you fucking love it

And you fucking love how you can get them off
Each shooting jet of ejaculate is dedicated to you
And it makes you want to do things with it that you otherwise wouldn't

Because it's yours
You earned it
You broke them and got them off
They gave it to you as a reward for your infidelity
For your home wrecking ways

And you are so worth the destruction of the life that they built for themselves
That's why they pursued you like they did
They needed you so badly

We all need you so badly

We need you to fuck
And to fuck with
And to promise you a forever that wasn't ever

But was made so believable to the want you have so badly

I miss you
I love you
I wish you were still on top of me
I wish you were still inside me
I want you to cut me. I want you to make me yours.
I will. And you will be. Because you are.

But no one is anyone's
Divorce is proof of that

But you both are different
You have to be because you both made eachother do things you've never done

Things the one you were already with has been wanting to do
Even if only known to themselves.


That's how it goes
That's the narrative
That's the broken record reality of fucking and being fucked.

y=mx+b said:

And to promise you a forever that wasn't ever

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Good line.

y=mx+b said:

This won't make much sense

If you know
Then you are familiar

Sketching words thoughts thoughts words
Just to get them blue
Blue
Sky blue
Words and curves and night that is good
That is going terrible
That is going blonde
Like vanilla candy
Or her breast of such scent

The kind that we all miss
The comforting feel
Of having been caught cheating on a heart you already had on the verge of breaking but played stupid to it so you could some how pass the responsibility off onto someone else

Something else

But you know it was you
It was all you

Because you like to fuck
And you like how it feels to be fucked by someone that wants to fuck you

Someone you don't have to ask to fuck you
They just do because you are so fucking hot to them
They need to be inside you
She needs to be on top of you

They want your orgasm
They want to be responsible for it
They want to take it and keep it for themselves

And you fucking love it

And you fucking love how you can get them off
Each shooting jet of ejaculate is dedicated to you
And it makes you want to do things with it that you otherwise wouldn't

Because it's yours
You earned it
You broke them and got them off
They gave it to you as a reward for your infidelity
For your home wrecking ways

And you are so worth the destruction of the life that they built for themselves
That's why they pursued you like they did
They needed you so badly

We all need you so badly

We need you to fuck
And to fuck with
And to promise you a forever that wasn't ever

But was made so believable to the want you have so badly

I miss you
I love you
I wish you were still on top of me
I wish you were still inside me
I want you to cut me. I want you to make me yours.
I will. And you will be. Because you are.

But no one is anyone's
Divorce is proof of that

But you both are different
You have to be because you both made eachother do things you've never done

Things the one you were already with has been wanting to do
Even if only known to themselves.


That's how it goes
That's the narrative
That's the broken record reality of fucking and being fucked.

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everything about this is perfect in so many ways on so many fucking levels

I wish I could love you

And see you in the morning like you don't want to be seen

Sleep sweat sticky
With unruly greasy stringy bed hair
Being the little girl you used to be
Not yet sure if you are ready to be up

I want to watch you
And fall in love with how the one side of your panties
Always creeps up the crack of your backside as you get out of bed

I want to feel how I want to hold you
But with you in front of me

Instead of always only in my thoughts

If only you were real.





These were the words she read
Wishing that she didn't.

Interested_Girl said:

Be very careful where you tread Mariner, you may find yourself in deep waters.

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Heh. Heh. He.

To forget such saccharin verse...

she broke out her hello-kitty Hi-Fi and cycled through her collection of vinyl

It wasn't much of a collection yet
But she was working on it.

Actually the only record she had at the moment
Was a Death Cab For Cutie album

Which was EXACTLY what she was in the mood for.


Shutting the door to her room
And pulling the window shades down tight
She reduced the one little bedroom in the basement she insisted sleeping in
Into her own personal, slightly damp, "little girl cave"
So as explained to others by her lame parents whenever they had guests over

To her is was anything but a "little girl cave"

To her
And her one girlfriend
And that one guy
NOTTHEGUYTHATWROTETHATMOODYBULL-SHITMINDYOU!
Her room was--The Masturbatorium

Which was exactly what she was about to do
The very moment she heard her older brother close the door to his bedroom which was situated directly above hers

...which may or may not have been a factor as to why she insisted so much on the bedroom in the basement.

And with that... with the sense of security she felt with him above her
She closed her eyes
And felt the soft elastic band of her panties
Slip quietly over the back of her hand.

“If you stand right at the edge of the night sky, some place where one o'clock leaves to meet two, the breeze will carry your words up to the stars. And they'll swallow your secrets until its time to hand them over to the truths in the sky- the ones that draw maps in the black.

They carve their answers into the backs of my hands, the grooves of the words running deep in my palms.”

Marlen Komar

Work has worn my body down
To where when I close my eyes

My head rests upon your body

And the conversations from within it
Wrap themselves around you
Leaving you bound beautifully
Between the stars

So that for when I wake
I see you back-lit by an orgasmic sky.

And when you are of that image
No matter that it is one I created
To bring a quiet rest
To the clock beating in my head--

My heart compresses

And pushes the time of memory
Throughout my body
Which was pressed against you as well

In that darkness between those stars

Of which I wish I could be
More than just one of.

And when your sorrow is comforted (time soothes all sorrows) you will be content that you have known me. You will always be my friend. You will want to laugh with me. And you will sometimes open your window, so, for that pleasure . . . And your friends will be properly astonished to see you laughing as you look up at the sky! Then you will say to them, 'Yes, the stars always make me laugh!' And they will think you are crazy. It will be a very shabby trick that I shall have played on you..

(The Little Prince)

I got...

a serious case of the Sundays.



And it's fan-fucking-tastic.

Serious Sunday's are the best...

Okay, subscribing to this one. It's fascinating. Like a combination of the most delicious of erotic dances and a passenger train wreck...impossible to look away.

But mostly because of this: "You have to be because you both made each other do things you've never done."

And this: "Because if I'm not allowed to have perpetrator fantasies she's not allowed to have victim fantasies. Period."