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I wish I knew how to go about expressing my feelings right at the moment.

The closest word is "passionate"
The second closest is "lusty"

But not lusty as in "horny"
Or "sexual"

Maybe "rugged" is a better word


Rugged
Something difficult
Challenging

Mountains are rugged
Canyons are rugged
The wind swept plains are rugged

All are challenging


Windswept Plains? Rugged? Challenging?

Probably the most of all three.


But no body spends a weekend backpacking through the windswept plains
Because there's nothing there!

Mountains and Canyons and Backcountry...
Fires and rivers and streams and rocks and animals and trees and everything...

Everything
To take your mind off of you.
To distract you from humanity
From having to live life
--your life.

You can find shelter in the mountains
You can stake a tent
With little fear of it being blown away
You can build a fire
You can find water
You can find food

In the wind swept plains?
Not so much.

In the mountains and canyons and back country there are avalanches, rockfalls, bears, mountain lions, things that can harm you, possibly kill you.

In the wind swept plains
There is lightening
Which will kill you.

In the canyons and mountains and backcountry there are outcrops and vistas and beautiful views of the land that you can look upon and cozy up to at night around a crackling fire.

In the windswept plains
There is a horizon
An endless blank line
Cold and uninterrupted.
At night...
A sky
A dark sky
A body of stars forever eternal
Looking down upon...

Upon what?



Upon you.




You.

What are you to them?
What are you to the horizon

You are nothing
And unlike the steps you take along well worn mountain paths and canyon trails and backcountry routs... the steps you take in the windswept plains take you where you've already been. Forever.

No body spends a weekend backpacking through the windswept plains
Because there's nothing there to challenge them.

Except for themselves.
 
Something from somewhere few know about.

She loved the feeling of his cock on her face.
She loved the smell of it.
She particularly loved how it smelled with her on it.
She loved cleaning him off
And how he let her after he was done.

Fucking him didn't involve the business of romance
Nor was it a tool used to perpetuate a relationship
It was pleasure.

It was fucking.


She hated how he made her feel when she thought about him
The absolute wanting to be with.

He was her "away"
Being with him allowed her to think of herself
And not think about if what she was doing was being done correctly
And not have to worry if what she was doing was good enough

Being with him meant she could take liberties.
She could be anything
Or she could be nothing.


One of the best fucks she's ever had was when she played the victim
And just laid there disassociated from what was happening.
No thoughts
No emotions
No expression of pain or pleasure
Just a blank-faced warm-dead breathing body.

She's never been fucked so roughly in her life
And she just took it.
Whatever he wanted
She allowed.

If her husband wasn't out of town the following few days
She would have worried more about the bruising around her breasts.

She loved just laying there
Feeling how her body still reacted
How she still got wet
--really wet.
How her nipples still got hard.

She loved it
But also hated it

She hated it in that it wasn't fair
She hated it in that it was as if her own body was having it's own affair
No matter how dead inside she tried to become
Her body still wanted the fucking that it was getting
It wasn't right.
She felt betrayed.

It was a feeling she felt when she thought of her husband back home
Believing she was spending the afternoon with her girlfriend, shopping

If he were to find out...
The betrayal...
Something he didn't want her to want
But being unable to keep her from wanting it
And wanting it to happen
Over
And over
And over again.

She was raping him
Once he found out...
How could she ever be trusted.


This was the thought in her head
When her lover's cock exploded into her mouth
She loved how each jet felt against her tongue
She could see it filling her mouth spurt after spurt
She loved how he kept spurting while she swallowed.

She hated how she wanted to swallow with him
And gaged at the thought with her husband.

She hated how when he told her to swallow she got wet by the demand
And how when her husband told her to
She was turned off having been ordered.

Worst of all
She hated how much she absolutely loved her husband
He was a good man
Who didn't deserve this at all
And how she was such a horrible horrible woman
For being the kind of woman he wants her to be
--with another man.
 
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I wish I knew how to go about expressing my feelings right at the moment.

The closest word is "sad"
The second closest is "empty"

But not empty as in "void"
Or "cold"

Maybe "numb" is a better word than "empty".

The idea of me is no longer what it once was
No longer worth calling upon
When in need of desire
Projected desire
Felt desire
Love
Lust
Perversion
Or
Danger.

Just read it. And its exactly my mood. Thank you. ^^
 
Hello Y. Thank you for the poem. It's lovely. :rose:

I don't come here often anymore, so I'm sorry for the tardy reply. :kiss:
 
This thread still delivers. In spades. Your writing and your images still do funny things to me, it seems. I hope you are well. :kiss:
 
This thread still delivers. In spades. Your writing and your images still do funny things to me, it seems. I hope you are well. :kiss:

Good God...

the incentive to continue my contribution to this forum has greatly increased.
 
I hope your incentive continues to grow because I love your photos!!

I spent several days on this thread when I first found it. It gives me such pleasure. How often does one have the opportunity to see a gorgeous man's body mature and change over the space of ten years?

y, I suspect you will think this a terrible idea, but I think you should self-publish a coffee table book of your photos. I would buy several copies.
 
Fuck...

Ten fucking years.

After smartandsexy posted I got to surfing the threads she and Metro had going on back in the day. If you haven't you're dumb. She's sexy as fuck... He's sexy as fuck. And together... it's just fucking stupid.

Anyway... like me, she's from the class of 03. It was nice to see her post on my thread. It was actually kinda weird because in spite of what you assholes tell me, I'm still very much feel not cool, not worth pursuing, and certainly not worth fawning over. So to see her... someone from my Lit class saying "hi" to me... gotta admit... made me feel... moderately cool. Like... maybe she actually likes me! But shhhh.... don't let her know that I think this because I mean... what if she doesn't and is just being nice?


Enough of that.



I fucking shudder at the thought of anyone reading this shit from the start. I tried once. Came close to contacting the powers-that-be to have the shit deleted. Not out of shame or because I'm running for public office... but mostly because the shit is so...
 
I dont really know ya, so I dont know how cool you are..lol...but I like your photo's. You've got some talent there! You know how to make the light your bitch if you know what I mean :D I just hope you find some new inspiration to start taking and posting them again.

I really like the roping you did with your wife as well. Really cool!
 
well... whenever it was doesn't matter

because when I did
is when you gave a fuck
and now you don't
and neither do I
because you're over there doing what you do
and as you should
because if you didn't
you wouldn't be
as you are
nothing
but forgotten
recycled
replaced
faded
to the point of being washed away
like the flat surface of concrete
under a dripping faucet
slowly being beaten
broken into bits
...and pieces
stained brown and rusty
of exposed rock and lime
mixed with sand and dust
and what?
Thoughts?
Memories?
Emotions?
of what
Me?
what nothing about me is there inside you
that's important to me?
laying words of lies
you felt you saw
when you looked into
the blue sky of my eyes.
You should have seen it
I told you everything
except for what I didn't


and never will.
 
someone said rope...

so I had to go looking. couldn't find any. but I did find something I don't remember posting... but very well may have already.
 
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Posted. Went to bed. And got to thinking...

The cool thing about my wife is that she's awesome.
I honestly really like her.
Sure we have our issues.
But at the end of the day, she has me.
And I have her.

And now I am sad
Because I don't want to go to work.

I want to go to bed
And be with her.



And to think...
All this time
Here with me
--you were with her as well.

We were married years before this thread was even started.
You don't know me without her.

Everything you know about me
Have come to feel because of me
Is because of her.

She's got the key
She's got me unlocked.

Without her
There is no me

or care for you.
 
The cool thing about my wife is that she's awesome.
I honestly really like her.
Sure we have our issues.
But at the end of the day, she has me.
And I have her.

And now I am sad
Because I don't want to go to work.

I want to go to bed
And be with her.



And to think...
All this time
Here with me
--you were with her as well.

We were married years before this thread was even started.
You don't know me without her.

Everything you know about me
Have come to feel because of me
Is because of her.

She's got the key
She's got me unlocked.

Without her
There is no me

or care for you.

Your open love for your wife is one of the reasons I am drawn to your thread.
 
Fuck...

Ten fucking years.

After smartandsexy posted I got to surfing the threads she and Metro had going on back in the day. If you haven't you're dumb. She's sexy as fuck... He's sexy as fuck. And together... it's just fucking stupid.

Anyway... like me, she's from the class of 03. It was nice to see her post on my thread. It was actually kinda weird because in spite of what you assholes tell me, I'm still very much feel not cool, not worth pursuing, and certainly not worth fawning over. So to see her... someone from my Lit class saying "hi" to me... gotta admit... made me feel... moderately cool. Like... maybe she actually likes me! But shhhh.... don't let her know that I think this because I mean... what if she doesn't and is just being nice?


Enough of that.



I fucking shudder at the thought of anyone reading this shit from the start. I tried once. Came close to contacting the powers-that-be to have the shit deleted. Not out of shame or because I'm running for public office... but mostly because the shit is so...

Dude. That the dorkiest girl in the world could make you feel even moderately cool is...surreal. There are approximately 45678937363494049837363 threads on lit. I don't have enough nice for that. Precision targeted fawning, I can assure you.
 
Wow! That's a very intense and cool Photo!! Well done and great in B&W..

Very cool how highly you speak of your wife. :) Soul mates for sure! Awesome!!
 
Fuck...

Ten fucking years.

After smartandsexy posted I got to surfing the threads she and Metro had going on back in the day. If you haven't you're dumb. She's sexy as fuck... He's sexy as fuck. And together... it's just fucking stupid...

....

I fucking shudder at the thought of anyone reading this shit from the start. I tried once. Came close to contacting the powers-that-be to have the shit deleted. Not out of shame or because I'm running for public office... but mostly because the shit is so...

Did you go right back to the start? :D

I took your advice and went for a look. Sns has 324 odd pages alone! You only have 194; a much more managable number. Such a shame so many of their couple pics are gone now, they are a very sexy pair. But the text is still moving.

It's always lovely to see that "happily ever after" does happen on Lit. I genuinely hoped my ex and I would be like that, but that's another story. It's also why I'm trying again.

Sns, congratulations on making, and keeping, it real. :rose:
 
Thanks, Arianthe. Our worlds could so easily have never collided. We really were incredibly lucky that it all came together with perfect timing.
 
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