Desultory and Impulsive

I drempt about extraterrestrial aliens last night.
About their activity... or something like it. I don't know.

I can't say I'm a believer or not. I am agnostic in regards.

As a child I was fearful.

My dream was kind of a throwback to the kind I used to have

It was
In a way
Oddly informative
Educational

Although
I do not remember the specifics
Of my dream last night
There is this sense about me that feels like...

I get it now.

What that it is
I do not know.

But with what that it is
There is a sense of sadness.
 
...and if that's something I want to do, I wonder if there are women out there that want to be fucked while crying.

And not crying because they were made to cry, but because that's just what needed or needs to happen.
 
There's lot to be said about emotional release and I find it.... perhaps unfair? That if a woman; for whatever reason, feels like crying during sex, she's gotta push that aside or redirect it in a more assertive/aggressive manner.
 
I want to tell her I am thinking about her
But I also want her to have a day to her self
One where I do not impose myself upon her


I think women need that
I'm not one so I really have no real say.

But I think it.

As nice as it may be
It's gotta be
On some level
Exhausting.
 
It's not my thing but...

I wonder if I'd be willing to rub off a woman while she sat on the toilet taking a shit.

I mean... if that was her thing.

I can see it happening

Her sitting on the toilet
Bearing down to evacuate
Me facing her
My arm wrapped around her back
Her face pressed against the nape of my neck
Half hugging her
My other hand
Between her legs
Circling around her clit
My pressure increasing at the increase of her pushing...


It's a weird fucking thought to be having.
But here I am.
Having it.
 
I wish my want for turning-on and becoming turned-on would leave me alone sometimes. Much of the time.
 
Someone sang this at karaoke last night... and I’m unsure why I thought of you. Perhaps it’s the attitude portrayed? Or the catchy lyrics? I found myself singing along and thinking about the fact that you’ve not done this pose with your hands for us here... I’m not saying you need to now, just that I don’t remember if you have before or not.
 
Someone sang this at karaoke last night... and I’m unsure why I thought of you. Perhaps it’s the attitude portrayed? Or the catchy lyrics? I found myself singing along and thinking about the fact that you’ve not done this pose with your hands for us here... I’m not saying you need to now, just that I don’t remember if you have before or not.

I'm not entirely sure why that made you think of me either

But then... I think I understand?

I could sit here and dissect myself, my posting and what not to find the answer

But I don't want to

Mostly I want to give you recognition for posting in my thread and express appreciation that you thought of me. Such isn't my aim so it's weird in a good feeling kind of way to know that I am thought of

Good song.
Never heard it or of the musicians ever before.

I like it.
Thank you:rose:
 
Someone sang this at karaoke last night... and I’m unsure why I thought of you. Perhaps it’s the attitude portrayed? Or the catchy lyrics? I found myself singing along and thinking about the fact that you’ve not done this pose with your hands for us here... I’m not saying you need to now, just that I don’t remember if you have before or not.

😁 I have a new favorite song.
 
I want to subdue her
I want to ravage her body

I want to spread her legs
And bury my face in her crotch
And feel her asshole stretch open
Against my tongue
As I push her thighs
Higher up against her chest
To squeeze the air out of her lungs

I want to fuck her
And I am going to fuck her

Tonight
Tomorrow night
And the night after.
 
Thoughts of her crept into my mind while in the shower.

The feel of her
Wet
Warm
And naked against me

Slick
Smooth
Soapy skin

Her smile
Her eyes and her lips

Her breasts
And the curve of her ass

The head of my hard cock
Brushing up against her

Between her



Holding her
Feeling her wet hair
Against my shoulder

With each breath
The rise and fall
Of her chest

The sound of her voice
 
There are things...
Moments of sobering clarity
Were I realize
That she is not mine
...and I am not hers.

Somewhere
Someone will find her
And she will find him
And they will make love
And fall in love
And come to love one another
As they should

And I
And all my fiery desire for her
Must step back once again

And I will
Without envy for what is
But for what was
And for what can't be.
 
I really hate it when I happen upon a porn vid that really touches all my bases as well as tangential ones I didn't know I had and I blow my load to it ...and I can't find it the next night because somewhere in between I deleted my search history because it's sometimes a good thing to do. Except for when it isn't.

I'm not really in a masturbatorial type of mood at the moment. But that specific vid could change that.
 
I do; however, love a good shower.

Particularly
After a night of
Greasy
Sweaty
Humid wet
Heavy work

Watching all that
Dirt
Dark
Hard
Body breaking
Bullshit of a day
Grey the soapy water
Sliding down the drain...

Fuck.
 
I salt sweat
The lifting of feed buckets
And turning wrenches
On trucks and trailers
And feeding animals
That push and jostle
Into position
Lining up along an electric fence
Like an offensive line of some feral team
Of a sport who's rules are made up by those
That play the game
And I push
And make up my own rules
To sweat my salt sweat
Against a cotton shirt
Clinging to my body
Like some lover
With a kind of attraction
I wish my words
My thoughts
Could bring closer to me
In a hand-in-hand kind of way
 
Let me take you down into the basement where...
 

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