Desultory and Impulsive

We moved.

Slept on the floor last night
Woke up before the alarm
Thought I'd get one last pic before all was said and done and I could no longer come back.

The lighting was poor.

But so what. I am no longer there anymore.
And none of you are there either.

Because you are all here now.
With me.
 

Attachments

  • image.jpg
    image.jpg
    106.1 KB · Views: 2
So there I was, outside doing things outside around the house...

and I thought
You know what would make this even more enjoyable?






Being naked.
 

Attachments

  • image.jpg
    image.jpg
    125.2 KB · Views: 2
Last edited:
I am not entirely sure why the pic is upside down. I will attempt to fix that.

Hold on.
 
if only there was someone willing enough to share the experience with me.
 
Nice thighs.

Interesting tattoo...
Potentially.

Unless it's paint.

In which case,
Carry on.
 
Although my tattoo is in fact real, it will not keep me from carrying on anyway.
 
I guess you're right.

There is no Stop Sign associated with your tattoo.

Or maybe there is.

Maybe the lines run out, and the there truly is an end.

*shrug*
 
When it's time to touch something...

You don't think about it
You just do it


When it's time to be touched
That's all you think about
That's all you want done

I sit here
My hands clutching this little iPod of mine at the sides
They are pressing towards each other
As my index fingers frame the top corners
While my middle fingers support the backside

My thumbs hit the digital keys
Typing out the words

I fucked my wife last night

It was hard and fast
And in its own kinda way
Violent

It lasted all of maybe ten minutes

Unless you count the hand job she gave me to prime me up enough to penetrate her. Then it was perhaps fifteen minutes in total.

She wasn't primed herself
So it was a bit difficult going in

I have come to believe
That a part of her enjoys the dry friction pushing sensation
Of my cock trying to make entry

Admittedly I rather like it myself.
Yes it hurts
But a few stabs at it
And the head of my cock will slip in enough to become coated
And I can keep pushing my way into her
Feeling her yet dry labia fold inward into her
All along the full length of my cock

I actually absolutly fucking love it
Because once we're pubic bone to pubic bone
She floods

Like she did last night

And each thrust into her becomes harder
And my pace picks up
And our bodies start to slap together
And we're not doing anything wild
Just straight forward missionary

But it is wild
And her eyes are closed
And her lips are slightly parted
And I can see that she is not thinking about the things in her head


I didn't kiss her at all during any of this

However both my hands took hold of her head
And I felt my fingers curl into her hair
And a sloshing was added to the slapping sounds of our bodies
And I took the calculated risk of pulling my cock all the way out of her
Before forcefully thrusting back into her
The fear of misalignment upon entry grew with each forward thrust
But the fear was also what kept us so foolishly at it like we were

I didn't even stop after I felt my first jet of ejaculate enter into her body

I pulled all the way out one last time before I pulled her head back by her hair all the more and pushed my pulsating orgasmic load all the way up into her

cervix be damned.

And for such a quick straight forward wholesome fuck
It was pretty damn pornographic.

Outwardly there was nothing to talk about
What went on between us internally within that amount of time?

The porn industry has yet to capture.
 
Last edited:
There are things about your thread that are so not me that it makes me uncomfortable, very uncomfortable. Then there are these other things that I love to read... so much that it makes my mouth turn slightly dry and make me breathe a little faster. Each time I pop in, I find playing catch up on your previous posts. I am not sure whether I hate your thread or like it. But I can't stop peeping in.
 
Many of you others are seemingly unsure of what all you are into and require a bit of lock-picking and Excel spreadsheeting
I laughed out loud at that.


and everyone that you tell.
I have grown really really tired of loss
And saying goodbye.
Fucking agreed.


Outwardly there was nothing to talk about
What went on between us internally within that amount of time?

The porn industry has yet to capture.
That's one of the best putting together of words I've read to date.


LizzieEr said:
But I can't stop peeping in.
I know, right? A veritable street fuck explosion.

.
 
Last edited:
I spent the last hour...

Crafting an epic post about my evening only to have it lost to a dead battery.

So all you are getting now is me saying just that.

fml
 
You don't think about it
You just do it


When it's time to be touched
That's all you think about
That's all you want done

I sit here
My hands clutching this little iPod of mine at the sides
They are pressing towards each other
As my index fingers frame the top corners
While my middle fingers support the backside

My thumbs hit the digital keys
Typing out the words

I fucked my wife last night

It was hard and fast
And in its own kinda way
Violent

It lasted all of maybe ten minutes

Unless you count the hand job she gave me to prime me up enough to penetrate her. Then it was perhaps fifteen minutes in total.

She wasn't primed herself
So it was a bit difficult going in

I have come to believe
That a part of her enjoys the dry friction pushing sensation
Of my cock trying to make entry

Admittedly I rather like it myself.
Yes it hurts
But a few stabs at it
And the head of my cock will slip in enough to become coated
And I can keep pushing my way into her
Feeling her yet dry labia fold inward into her
All along the full length of my cock

I actually absolutly fucking love it
Because once we're pubic bone to pubic bone
She floods

Like she did last night

And each thrust into her becomes harder
And my pace picks up
And our bodies start to slap together
And we're not doing anything wild
Just straight forward missionary

But it is wild
And her eyes are closed
And her lips are slightly parted
And I can see that she is not thinking about the things in her head


I didn't kiss her at all during any of this

However both my hands took hold of her head
And I felt my fingers curl into her hair
And a sloshing was added to the slapping sounds of our bodies
And I took the calculated risk of pulling my cock all the way out of her
Before forcefully thrusting back into her
The fear of misalignment upon entry grew with each forward thrust
But the fear was also what kept us so foolishly at it like we were

I didn't even stop after I felt my first jet of ejaculate enter into her body

I pulled all the way out one last time before I pulled her head back by her hair all the more and pushed my pulsating orgasmic load all the way up into her

cervix be damned.

And for such a quick straight forward wholesome fuck
It was pretty damn pornographic.

Outwardly there was nothing to talk about
What went on between us internally within that amount of time?

The porn industry has yet to capture.

This is brilliant.
 
Bull escaped...

after a couple charges, a wife diving out of the tomatoes and into the car; she, the brother-in-law, and I managed to get that fucker back on the correct side of the fence.

Good times.

It is now beer-thirty
And has been for the past hour.
 
after a couple charges, a wife diving out of the tomatoes and into the car; she, the brother-in-law, and I managed to get that fucker back on the correct side of the fence.

Good times.

It is now beer-thirty
And has been for the past hour.

haha, used to happen all the time on my aunt's farm, scary as hell too. Hopefully a good laugh afterward.
 
I keep trying to capture an image of them elsewhere on my body in a lit acceptable tasteful manner but have yet to be--in my opinion--successful.

don't know what it is about veins but, they drive me absolutely insane.

-in your opinion- tastefully successful could be extremely different than my version of success.

a collar bone or veins in the hands is a hit, always.
 
There are things about your thread that are so not me that it makes me uncomfortable, very uncomfortable. Then there are these other things that I love to read... so much that it makes my mouth turn slightly dry and make me breathe a little faster. Each time I pop in, I find playing catch up on your previous posts. I am not sure whether I hate your thread or like it. But I can't stop peeping in.

this is why I like you.
You are honest with me about yourself.

I understand your discomfort and why you find it so. To me there is beauty in that. A beauty I do not mean to push by any means, but a beauty I wish to maintain. All too often people like me get on their high horse and say shit like "open your mind..." or whatever-the-fuck in defense of their own fucked up sensibility--whatever they may be.

I have a fucked up sensibility.
I do.
And it is mine.
It is where it starts.
It is where it ends.

It pleases me to know that; in spite of being turned-off, perhaps downright revolted by my thoughts and expressed feelings, that you do see me through and catch the part of me that wants to capture you--peacefully and unharmed.
 
Back
Top