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Seeing that many new pictures of you at once is about to give me a heart attack. I am a huge fan of all your body hair. So damn sexy.
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A Letter to Psyche
My Dearest Forever
Today was a rather difficult day. Thoughts of you have been the only thing capable of staving off the dark cold of my wings now back inside me for the night.
I should have known.
I should be used to it
The burning numbness between my shoulder blades
when my forgotten disposition
senses He is near
and about to call upon what my mortal side has come to loath.
Back in The Remember
-when we were what we are
it was easy.
The games we played on each other
-on humans.
So easy to be dismissive
-arrogant
-dumb.
And then We happened.
For you
I all but let Earth die.
For you
I brought it all back to life.
And now I must walk it.
As a part of it
Making sure all within continues on
-So it can continue on
-So we can continue on.
I speak as if the task is a burden
-It isn't
-Not much a burden for any of us really
-Set into motion all continues
--industrious
-busy
--humans.
Much less difficult than when my thoughts go back into The Remembering
-and make me think light of them the way I do.
The way we all do when we enter into the realms of memory.
-everything so much clearer
--sensible.
Though I think the memory of today will never have such a luxury.
My sleep was well.
In it you were the air that I was inside of.
-Warm
-Comforting
Where I wish I was when awake
-but only able when I am asleep.
It's something
-and I keep it.
No Matter.
I keep it.
I was laying naked
-but this time
-like never before.
Nothing...
-vulnerable.
-young.
-and ending.
You coalesced before me
-and I saw you as you always are
-and never been before
-as I always see you
beautiful.
I remember your eyes
-they saw me the same way they did when they weren't supposed to.
You touched me
-and told me a story of a hurt I wish I had no a part of
but such is my lot...
One cannot be
-without the other.
I all but let the Earth die
-because I grew tired seeing you subjected to such arrogance, and greed, and lies, and manipulation
by those around me that saw fit to involve themselves with you.
-because as it turned out, I too am subject to my own craft.
-And because I could.
I knew before I woke
-Before your nakedness dissolved behind the black cloak cawing crows
-Before they took flight and carried you to the sleeping minds of those that sleep a sleep they shouldn't... but do.
A burning numbness
-and a knock.
Old
Weary
Comforting
Cronos
"It is time for you to collect your arrows."
"What matter for?" I asked.
"Who are you to question time?" He replied.
A fools game we play
-wishing it was just that
--a game.
"I am nothing to you
-as you have always been to me Cronos. You know that."
"And I am everything to you
-as you have always been to me. For you to believe otherwise validates the fickle fool-child mortals mockingly make light of the second month of the year they seemed fit to establish for themselves."
I conceded truth
-unable to fight, let alone further deny me of my own reality.
"Why do they continue to be so blind to the knowledge of my pain?
-Why do they continue to wish it upon themselves and others in kind?"
---I asked already in knowledge.
"Because they are mortals.
-They are not to be forever
--and fear it."
I doubled over.
-It is never pleasant.
It is a deep, deep pain no other kind
-not even the immortal mortal you
will possess knowledge of.
Fearful thoughts of you having to is what keeps me calm
-keeps me collected
-and thankful for the tears that will never bleed from your face.
I go blind
-a strobing blackness
My head
-my awarness of all
Fills with the white heat that make flames go out
-a strobing whitness
Follows that of the blackness pulsating behind my eyes
-circling
-dancing the dance lost to all but few native people for reasons unknown are able to pull us out from ourselves and into them.
But for a moment I become one of them... from all over.
Through dilated pupils I see and reward those with such eyes bits of knowledge they seek so dearly. It is the least I could do for such a respit they provide for me.
Then I saw the horror of that which I have become
-through the eyes of time and toil
Cronos.
No words.
-the darkness that cloaks you
-protects you
-it is foreverneverending
-pities my pain
-seduces me into its convecting turmoil
-visits those that wish it never would
-and takes the suffering of those never to know or feel the deft acuity of my aim
--or the words my voice etches into it's edge
---the lost which never should have come into being
He knows
-and is.
I feel it all
All drowning me
Their tears bead the surface of my flesh
Filling my lungs
Swelling
Pushing their pain through the back of my ribcage
I puke what I can
Gasping for the cold air of a Nordic glacial lake
My agony reaches out to the Ancient Ones others
-Nothing but a sense of them around me
A watching of me through the gauze of impotent empathy
As I die inside the womb I cannot keep my wings from ripping apart.
I am naked
I am cold
-a coldness that becomes darker under the weight of obligation.
I tried to rise to my feet
-only to lose footing under my own mess.
Nothing about me is light.
I throw up.
The shades to the windows of my domicile
-open.
Cronos lords over me
Resentful to have become my keeper
Resentful to have to witness me become the demon your sisters tried to convice you that I was
Resentful to have to expose himself
-to feel me witness it all through his eyes
-unwillingly raping his memory of its feelings
His rage is felt behind my eyes
-filling my sinuses
-draining them of what was
in order to contain what's to be.
I try to get up
I slip
My head hits the end table
A cut eyebrow
Blood
I throw up
I begin to feel time again
My body braces itself to recieve the strike of an impatient Titan pushed to the end.
Nothing.
I stand.
He is old.
-tired.
And we are familiar with each other.
-our burdens
-they are the same
In order to reap a bounty his charge must toil
-breaking themselves down for kin and clan
-seldom for self
-damned to the Earth I once ignored
and all but let die.
My body
-youthful
My self
-damaged
My aim and arrows
-love
passionate love
-love that brings together those that should be
--just as it does for those that shouldn't be.
A deafening feeling that blinds
--intoxicates
---driving poets and lovers into to a kind of madness
that cannibalizes hope from their heart
-leaving them alone
doubting themselves
-unable to trust how they have come to feel what they do
alone.
He and I
-the best of friends,
and each others toxic mirror.
What I was
-came back to me
I stood sure of foot
-without worry of an impending blow to the ribs or face.
I peered into the perpetually tired eyes of a man where nothing prospers, only decays.
Resting his hand upon my shoulder he spoke these words
-one's he never remembers speaking
-and I never remember hearing.
"I see nothing new..."
In the echo of them I feel your body inside my memory
-and the warmth of your naked back floods my already hurting the desires
It acrosses the scarred flesh of my naked chest
-and for a moment
-while my memory presses myself deeper into you
I forget the pain each scar carries
-and there is only you and I.
"I see nothing new
..except for that which I see through you."
The rest of his hand lift from my shoulder.
He turned
-knowing he was no longer able to support himself.
And dissolved into a thousand crows
-called back into the smokey velvet of rolling seas
and leafless trees.
You need not hear any more about this day of mine.
My arrows have been collected
-from the ended lives of those that lost.
As for those still buried deep into the living?
Broken off...
-for time to mend.
I must find a place to rest for the night.
Give what you can of us to those in need.
Do so knowing there is no end.
My desire waits upon my lips for you to kiss awake and keep upon your own until we kiss once again.
Eros.
My Dearest Forever
Today was a rather difficult day. Thoughts of you have been the only thing capable of staving off the dark cold of my wings now back inside me for the night.
I should have known.
I should be used to it
The burning numbness between my shoulder blades
when my forgotten disposition
senses He is near
and about to call upon what my mortal side has come to loath.
Back in The Remember
-when we were what we are
it was easy.
The games we played on each other
-on humans.
So easy to be dismissive
-arrogant
-dumb.
And then We happened.
For you
I all but let Earth die.
For you
I brought it all back to life.
And now I must walk it.
As a part of it
Making sure all within continues on
-So it can continue on
-So we can continue on.
I speak as if the task is a burden
-It isn't
-Not much a burden for any of us really
-Set into motion all continues
--industrious
-busy
--humans.
Much less difficult than when my thoughts go back into The Remembering
-and make me think light of them the way I do.
The way we all do when we enter into the realms of memory.
-everything so much clearer
--sensible.
Though I think the memory of today will never have such a luxury.
My sleep was well.
In it you were the air that I was inside of.
-Warm
-Comforting
Where I wish I was when awake
-but only able when I am asleep.
It's something
-and I keep it.
No Matter.
I keep it.
I was laying naked
-but this time
-like never before.
Nothing...
-vulnerable.
-young.
-and ending.
You coalesced before me
-and I saw you as you always are
-and never been before
-as I always see you
beautiful.
I remember your eyes
-they saw me the same way they did when they weren't supposed to.
You touched me
-and told me a story of a hurt I wish I had no a part of
but such is my lot...
One cannot be
-without the other.
I all but let the Earth die
-because I grew tired seeing you subjected to such arrogance, and greed, and lies, and manipulation
by those around me that saw fit to involve themselves with you.
-because as it turned out, I too am subject to my own craft.
-And because I could.
I knew before I woke
-Before your nakedness dissolved behind the black cloak cawing crows
-Before they took flight and carried you to the sleeping minds of those that sleep a sleep they shouldn't... but do.
A burning numbness
-and a knock.
Old
Weary
Comforting
Cronos
"It is time for you to collect your arrows."
"What matter for?" I asked.
"Who are you to question time?" He replied.
A fools game we play
-wishing it was just that
--a game.
"I am nothing to you
-as you have always been to me Cronos. You know that."
"And I am everything to you
-as you have always been to me. For you to believe otherwise validates the fickle fool-child mortals mockingly make light of the second month of the year they seemed fit to establish for themselves."
I conceded truth
-unable to fight, let alone further deny me of my own reality.
"Why do they continue to be so blind to the knowledge of my pain?
-Why do they continue to wish it upon themselves and others in kind?"
---I asked already in knowledge.
"Because they are mortals.
-They are not to be forever
--and fear it."
I doubled over.
-It is never pleasant.
It is a deep, deep pain no other kind
-not even the immortal mortal you
will possess knowledge of.
Fearful thoughts of you having to is what keeps me calm
-keeps me collected
-and thankful for the tears that will never bleed from your face.
I go blind
-a strobing blackness
My head
-my awarness of all
Fills with the white heat that make flames go out
-a strobing whitness
Follows that of the blackness pulsating behind my eyes
-circling
-dancing the dance lost to all but few native people for reasons unknown are able to pull us out from ourselves and into them.
But for a moment I become one of them... from all over.
Through dilated pupils I see and reward those with such eyes bits of knowledge they seek so dearly. It is the least I could do for such a respit they provide for me.
Then I saw the horror of that which I have become
-through the eyes of time and toil
Cronos.
No words.
-the darkness that cloaks you
-protects you
-it is foreverneverending
-pities my pain
-seduces me into its convecting turmoil
-visits those that wish it never would
-and takes the suffering of those never to know or feel the deft acuity of my aim
--or the words my voice etches into it's edge
---the lost which never should have come into being
He knows
-and is.
I feel it all
All drowning me
Their tears bead the surface of my flesh
Filling my lungs
Swelling
Pushing their pain through the back of my ribcage
I puke what I can
Gasping for the cold air of a Nordic glacial lake
My agony reaches out to the Ancient Ones others
-Nothing but a sense of them around me
A watching of me through the gauze of impotent empathy
As I die inside the womb I cannot keep my wings from ripping apart.
I am naked
I am cold
-a coldness that becomes darker under the weight of obligation.
I tried to rise to my feet
-only to lose footing under my own mess.
Nothing about me is light.
I throw up.
The shades to the windows of my domicile
-open.
Cronos lords over me
Resentful to have become my keeper
Resentful to have to witness me become the demon your sisters tried to convice you that I was
Resentful to have to expose himself
-to feel me witness it all through his eyes
-unwillingly raping his memory of its feelings
His rage is felt behind my eyes
-filling my sinuses
-draining them of what was
in order to contain what's to be.
I try to get up
I slip
My head hits the end table
A cut eyebrow
Blood
I throw up
I begin to feel time again
My body braces itself to recieve the strike of an impatient Titan pushed to the end.
Nothing.
I stand.
He is old.
-tired.
And we are familiar with each other.
-our burdens
-they are the same
In order to reap a bounty his charge must toil
-breaking themselves down for kin and clan
-seldom for self
-damned to the Earth I once ignored
and all but let die.
My body
-youthful
My self
-damaged
My aim and arrows
-love
passionate love
-love that brings together those that should be
--just as it does for those that shouldn't be.
A deafening feeling that blinds
--intoxicates
---driving poets and lovers into to a kind of madness
that cannibalizes hope from their heart
-leaving them alone
doubting themselves
-unable to trust how they have come to feel what they do
alone.
He and I
-the best of friends,
and each others toxic mirror.
What I was
-came back to me
I stood sure of foot
-without worry of an impending blow to the ribs or face.
I peered into the perpetually tired eyes of a man where nothing prospers, only decays.
Resting his hand upon my shoulder he spoke these words
-one's he never remembers speaking
-and I never remember hearing.
"I see nothing new..."
In the echo of them I feel your body inside my memory
-and the warmth of your naked back floods my already hurting the desires
It acrosses the scarred flesh of my naked chest
-and for a moment
-while my memory presses myself deeper into you
I forget the pain each scar carries
-and there is only you and I.
"I see nothing new
..except for that which I see through you."
The rest of his hand lift from my shoulder.
He turned
-knowing he was no longer able to support himself.
And dissolved into a thousand crows
-called back into the smokey velvet of rolling seas
and leafless trees.
You need not hear any more about this day of mine.
My arrows have been collected
-from the ended lives of those that lost.
As for those still buried deep into the living?
Broken off...
-for time to mend.
I must find a place to rest for the night.
Give what you can of us to those in need.
Do so knowing there is no end.
My desire waits upon my lips for you to kiss awake and keep upon your own until we kiss once again.
Eros.
y=mx+b
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thank you.
that shit was long too. half way scrolling through to get to your post I was like "who the fuck posted this shit? fuck if I'm reading any of it."
no joke.
It makes me all the more appreciative of those that do.
so again... thank you
shadysmurfette
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You definitely have a way with words Y.
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Beautiful writing... as usual.
Miss your company.
My company misses you. Seriously... quarterly profits, down 50%. DRL can't do it alone you know
.You definitely have a way with words Y.
I wish I could agree but those goddamn things have their way with me more than I would like to admit. At least ever since they caught me teaching myself that I could be there where I place them.
fucking things won't let me go.
in related news, but in a visual kind of sense...
I like this photo.
I wish to recreate it.
shadysmurfette
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My company misses you. Seriously... quarterly profits, down 50%. DRL can't do it alone you know
I wish I could agree but those goddamn things have their way with me more than I would like to admit. At least ever since they caught me teaching myself that I could be there where I place them.
fucking things won't let me go.
in related news, but in a visual kind of sense...
I like this photo.
I wish to recreate it.
Smiles. Well, I think the words like you and your talent and the results are intriguing.
I am not into the "slave and master" dynamics however I want to see your recreation of the photo. Honestly, knowing that it would be your arm and finger (maybe you show more to us) in your photo would be more alluring to me. Hmmm maybe I am just a little biased
y=mx+b
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Smiles. Well, I think the words like you and your talent and the results are intriguing.
I am not into the "slave and master" dynamics however I want to see your recreation of the photo. Honestly, knowing that it would be your arm and finger (maybe you show more to us) in your photo would be more alluring to me. Hmmm maybe I am just a little biased
I am not all that into the "slave and master" BDSM dynamic either. It's alright I guess, but I can't say that it's something that turns me on or gets me off. It is something I am able to understand however, which usually trips my fail-safe mechanism that keeps me from being turned off... which in turn increases the probability of becoming turned on.
In short... I am all in if it's something that turns her on and/or gets her off.
I was about to say "I am easy like that" but then I got to reading the fine print between the synaptic gaps. As it turns out... I think I may be somewhat highly selective.
No matter what I think between the gaps, the subject in general is worth spending time over thinking and sharing such musings. Perhaps tomorrow when I'm not tired and I have accomplished more than 75% of what I wish to get done around the house.
shadysmurfette
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I am not surprised that you are not easy. I expected as much.
So Y, I want to wish a good time this holiday season (whatever a good time is to you).
Cheers and see you around.
So Y, I want to wish a good time this holiday season (whatever a good time is to you).
Cheers and see you around.
y=mx+b
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*rant*
I am so fucking tired of never getting around to do what I want to do and being miserable when I make myself do it.
I fucking hate it.
What did I want to do tonight? Build a little campfire outside and sit in the cold, periodically tending to the fire when the cold part of sitting outside in the cold starts to annoy me and do little else than that while waiting for my wife to come home from work.
What did I do? Spin my fucking wheels trying to get the house in order so I don't have to do it tomorrow... which I will have to anyway because I spin my fucking wheels doing a bunch of shit that never fucking comes close to getting shit done. I fucking hate it. I fucking hate that wherever I go, there I am not wanting to be there because shit needs to get done somewhere else.
It's a fucking holiday. Christmas for fucksake. Where am I? Trapped inside myself, convecting.
I did get shit done though.
The evening wasn't a total loss.
...and yet it still was because this isn't how this evening is supposed to be.
I shouldn't be here telling you this as I wait for my wife to text me to come pick her up.
I should be sitting outside in the cold, watching the flames burn down into embers and getting colder as they do thinking "Oh for fucksake fucking text me already so I don't have to sit and make myself do this any longer than I have to... maybe one more piece of wood..." and then I'd throw on another piece of wood, the shit would get to burning good and then she'd text me and I'd be like "oh for fucksake..." not because I'd be pissed or anything, but because that's how shit goes.
And I would sit there for a bit
-enjoying another beautiful moment of inability.
Because that is where poetry comes from.
Merry Christmas.
I am so fucking tired of never getting around to do what I want to do and being miserable when I make myself do it.
I fucking hate it.
What did I want to do tonight? Build a little campfire outside and sit in the cold, periodically tending to the fire when the cold part of sitting outside in the cold starts to annoy me and do little else than that while waiting for my wife to come home from work.
What did I do? Spin my fucking wheels trying to get the house in order so I don't have to do it tomorrow... which I will have to anyway because I spin my fucking wheels doing a bunch of shit that never fucking comes close to getting shit done. I fucking hate it. I fucking hate that wherever I go, there I am not wanting to be there because shit needs to get done somewhere else.
It's a fucking holiday. Christmas for fucksake. Where am I? Trapped inside myself, convecting.
I did get shit done though.
The evening wasn't a total loss.
...and yet it still was because this isn't how this evening is supposed to be.
I shouldn't be here telling you this as I wait for my wife to text me to come pick her up.
I should be sitting outside in the cold, watching the flames burn down into embers and getting colder as they do thinking "Oh for fucksake fucking text me already so I don't have to sit and make myself do this any longer than I have to... maybe one more piece of wood..." and then I'd throw on another piece of wood, the shit would get to burning good and then she'd text me and I'd be like "oh for fucksake..." not because I'd be pissed or anything, but because that's how shit goes.
And I would sit there for a bit
-enjoying another beautiful moment of inability.
Because that is where poetry comes from.
Merry Christmas.
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Merry Christmas Y
xSleepingBeauty
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So glad I stumbled onto your thread.
A beautiful man who has an intriguing way with words.
Not something you find very often Thank You.
A beautiful man who has an intriguing way with words.
Not something you find very often
Thank You.
shadysmurfette
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Happy Belated Christmas.
Here is to a great 2013 to you and all of us. You and this thread made my visits to Lit fun.
Here is to a great 2013 to you and all of us. You and this thread made my visits to Lit fun.
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Happy New Year
Well a belated Happy New Year's greeting that is.
.....back to my lurking.
Well a belated Happy New Year's greeting that is.
.....back to my lurking.
shadysmurfette
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The short of it...
I tied up my wife.
She likes being tied up
I like tying her up.
Kinda like what I was talking about before... the whole dom/sub thing. Turning her on turns me on.
What I find so amazing (and she as well) is just how much it turns her on, and to what degree.
Seldom am I naked while in the process of tying her. I think I may have been once as I recall feeling kinda weird... as though I've gone to work naked. Not that it's anything like work and way more enjoyable. It's just... weird, even though she is naked... she's supposed to be naked for fucksake... unless I happen upon an idea while fiddling with a short length of rope as I tend to do sometimes and am all like "I think I got an idea... I need an arm/leg" In such a case she need not be naked. Interestingly enough... when I come to think of it, the times this happens usually results in sex later on in the evening with the rope being a long gone afterthought.
fascinating. I need to keep this in mind.
But I digress.
So I've been wanting to do a particular tie that's more elaborate but still practical (because honestly... shabari? yeah I get it, it's pretty and all that, but fuck... the bullshit is like oragami. I don't have all fucking night to make a water lily when all I want to do is throw some paper planes. I'll rave and bitch about the beauty and bloated merits of shabari later on... as I'm certain I have already to you all... even if it was in my head. Fuck if I can remember anything anymore... oh yes... last night...)
So I finally fucking found the diameter of rope as well as the length of rope I've been wanting/looking for. Where did I find it? Home fucking Depot. Turns out they have awesome fucking rope. Of course when you go there you don't really think about it because you're getting shit to fix/improve shit with... and that's alright and to be expected. I mean, you don't go to your local porn store or erotic boutique looking for home improvement shit... but come to think of it... BAH! another digression!
So there I was in the middle of Home Depot feeling various ropes thinking "Mmm... yeah... AND ONLY $0.61 PER FOOT! I'll take the spool! wait... over-kill... I could gift some... fuck it. I'll just post this find on Literotica and those assholes can spend their own dime." My second thought? "where's the cutter guy/person?" Find the guy, an older gent, got my 50 feet-o-rope and it wasn't until he guess measured the last few feet when a possible alternate idea for the rope crossed his mind causing him to turn my direction and look at me over the top rim of his glasses as if he were a highschool principal about to ask me "you wouldn't be up to no good with all this silky double-braided (black) rope now would you be?" To which my body said... "seriously dude... look at me... carpenter jeans, steel-toed boots, just got off work and tired as fuck. Cut my fucking rope and try not to think any further about it while you and your bible study group wax faux-philosophical about God's poor sense of moral justice that you all so dearly keep convincing yourselves is right and righteous... because if you do, you stand a pretty good chance of shoving your thumb up your ass, licking your freshly blown load off the screen of your computer while wearing your wifes soiled underwear, hating yourself for having done so and blaming me when I come in again in another week to buy another 50 feet of rope (which I did. Whether he took heed of my body language and over-all "just cut the fucking rope and send me on my way Mr. Dweedle" or not I am uncertain. Didn't look at me with a suspicious eye though, so perhaps he did and baby Jesus lives through another tear-free day.)
Holy shit... DI... GRES... SION...
And now I'm fucking tired and tired of typing. I may get around to telling you about last night... at some point. In some way. Perhaps it will manifest itself into something in the form of one of my fictional story posts... that aren't entirely fictional. "Hmmm?..." you say? I say "yeah... that's right. go back and flesh out what you can. Perhaps it's true... perhaps it isn't. No matter... these thoughts have to come from somewhere. Don't they?
good night.
I tied up my wife.
She likes being tied up
I like tying her up.
Kinda like what I was talking about before... the whole dom/sub thing. Turning her on turns me on.
What I find so amazing (and she as well) is just how much it turns her on, and to what degree.
Seldom am I naked while in the process of tying her. I think I may have been once as I recall feeling kinda weird... as though I've gone to work naked. Not that it's anything like work and way more enjoyable. It's just... weird, even though she is naked... she's supposed to be naked for fucksake... unless I happen upon an idea while fiddling with a short length of rope as I tend to do sometimes and am all like "I think I got an idea... I need an arm/leg" In such a case she need not be naked. Interestingly enough... when I come to think of it, the times this happens usually results in sex later on in the evening with the rope being a long gone afterthought.
fascinating. I need to keep this in mind.
But I digress.
So I've been wanting to do a particular tie that's more elaborate but still practical (because honestly... shabari? yeah I get it, it's pretty and all that, but fuck... the bullshit is like oragami. I don't have all fucking night to make a water lily when all I want to do is throw some paper planes. I'll rave and bitch about the beauty and bloated merits of shabari later on... as I'm certain I have already to you all... even if it was in my head. Fuck if I can remember anything anymore... oh yes... last night...)
So I finally fucking found the diameter of rope as well as the length of rope I've been wanting/looking for. Where did I find it? Home fucking Depot. Turns out they have awesome fucking rope. Of course when you go there you don't really think about it because you're getting shit to fix/improve shit with... and that's alright and to be expected. I mean, you don't go to your local porn store or erotic boutique looking for home improvement shit... but come to think of it... BAH! another digression!
So there I was in the middle of Home Depot feeling various ropes thinking "Mmm... yeah... AND ONLY $0.61 PER FOOT! I'll take the spool! wait... over-kill... I could gift some... fuck it. I'll just post this find on Literotica and those assholes can spend their own dime." My second thought? "where's the cutter guy/person?" Find the guy, an older gent, got my 50 feet-o-rope and it wasn't until he guess measured the last few feet when a possible alternate idea for the rope crossed his mind causing him to turn my direction and look at me over the top rim of his glasses as if he were a highschool principal about to ask me "you wouldn't be up to no good with all this silky double-braided (black) rope now would you be?" To which my body said... "seriously dude... look at me... carpenter jeans, steel-toed boots, just got off work and tired as fuck. Cut my fucking rope and try not to think any further about it while you and your bible study group wax faux-philosophical about God's poor sense of moral justice that you all so dearly keep convincing yourselves is right and righteous... because if you do, you stand a pretty good chance of shoving your thumb up your ass, licking your freshly blown load off the screen of your computer while wearing your wifes soiled underwear, hating yourself for having done so and blaming me when I come in again in another week to buy another 50 feet of rope (which I did. Whether he took heed of my body language and over-all "just cut the fucking rope and send me on my way Mr. Dweedle" or not I am uncertain. Didn't look at me with a suspicious eye though, so perhaps he did and baby Jesus lives through another tear-free day.)
Holy shit... DI... GRES... SION...
And now I'm fucking tired and tired of typing. I may get around to telling you about last night... at some point. In some way. Perhaps it will manifest itself into something in the form of one of my fictional story posts... that aren't entirely fictional. "Hmmm?..." you say? I say "yeah... that's right. go back and flesh out what you can. Perhaps it's true... perhaps it isn't. No matter... these thoughts have to come from somewhere. Don't they?
good night.
shadysmurfette
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LOL.
You are a fucking mad hatter. I am sure there is method to this madness. I enjoyed the digressing. I also picked up hints that the "rope" night went very very well.
You are a fucking mad hatter. I am sure there is method to this madness. I enjoyed the digressing. I also picked up hints that the "rope" night went very very well.
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to sum it all up in fewer words or less...
Rope
naked was it against her skin
clothing her tightly
under her breasts
over her breasts
around her back
up over itself
down under itself
around to the front
legs
wet
dripping wet
streaming down her leg wet
denying her my touch
just the rope
and the occasional incidental
across her chest
between her legs
rope
I touched her breath with thoughts of filling her
back behind
touching her with my lips
just my lips
across the center of her seat
lamp light caught my eye
refracting through slipperiness
reflecting off her inner thigh
bending her over the foot of the bed
hand pressed up against the center of her back
creeping up to get a hold of her hair
the crotch of my other
-the expanse through thumb and forefinger
-finding a fitting comfort along the crack of her ass
pressing hard against her hole
sliding toward her forward
collecting her fluid fuck
to slide back
up
and
in
where I told her my dick would be.
helping her up
back to standing
by her hair
hands bound in the front
tits tied
nipples out
standing in front
facing her face me
brushing across
delicate touch
twist
pull
eyes roll back
bottom lip bit
"I want to hear you say I want to suck your cock"
"I want to suck your cock"
What?
"I want to suck your cock"
"You will"
back behind
back bent over
step back
a moments wait
no touching
no sound
I unzip
my cock
wakens wide
out
and heavy
I draw its head across her crotch
I can feel her lips
her rings
two
titanium
I am thinking of them now
I do not want to write
but I will only to tell you
I felt her all the way up
to rest my length across
her curve
covering her
bringing her glisten
to be seen upon the small of her back.
I fucked her
I fucked her ass
Facing her
She took it
until she couldn't
I kept her spread
She had me hard
my hand loved it
She was beautiful before me
her breasts shimmered a shimmer
a combination of sweat, spit, and lubrication
I came across her stomach
I couldn't keep myself from doubling over
most of it filled her belly button.
I thought I passed out
-though knew I didn't
-though I may have briefly fallen asleep.
She always looks so happy during and after my climax
-I would feel foolish if it didn't feel so good
-and wipe me the fuck out.
She makes it fun.
I bring my darkness into the room
-into the game
-into my touch into her
and she bends to it
-it breaks her open
and I fill her
-I push her
-I force her down
Giving her just a glimpse
-a mere fraction of my strength
I make her feel my full weight
I show her how small she really is underneath me
I'll thread my arms between hers
-and around her back
I'll throw my shoulder up under her chin
-forcing her to throw her arms up over her head
I show her that even when her hands are free
-there is nothing she can do
And I put the squeeze to her
-ever so slight
Disrupting her inhale
-or exhale
Distracting the panic between her legs
-into her lungs
My thighs kick her thighs apart
-and I am inside her
No option
No choice
No defending
No denial
Domination
Dark
Domination
Domination
that drags her to the edge
Domination
that makes her watch how I make her feel
Domination
that holds her over
Domination
that pushes her
Domination
that ends her submission
Domination
that ends my reign.
Her eyes are always sunlit
her mouth always smile this certain kind of smile
No matter the length of bed of coals I drag her across
She knows
-because she takes me there
And I know this
-I know it all
She is my rest
-her body is my end
Her companionship is my forever.
Rope
naked was it against her skin
clothing her tightly
under her breasts
over her breasts
around her back
up over itself
down under itself
around to the front
legs
wet
dripping wet
streaming down her leg wet
denying her my touch
just the rope
and the occasional incidental
across her chest
between her legs
rope
I touched her breath with thoughts of filling her
back behind
touching her with my lips
just my lips
across the center of her seat
lamp light caught my eye
refracting through slipperiness
reflecting off her inner thigh
bending her over the foot of the bed
hand pressed up against the center of her back
creeping up to get a hold of her hair
the crotch of my other
-the expanse through thumb and forefinger
-finding a fitting comfort along the crack of her ass
pressing hard against her hole
sliding toward her forward
collecting her fluid fuck
to slide back
up
and
in
where I told her my dick would be.
helping her up
back to standing
by her hair
hands bound in the front
tits tied
nipples out
standing in front
facing her face me
brushing across
delicate touch
twist
pull
eyes roll back
bottom lip bit
"I want to hear you say I want to suck your cock"
"I want to suck your cock"
What?
"I want to suck your cock"
"You will"
back behind
back bent over
step back
a moments wait
no touching
no sound
I unzip
my cock
wakens wide
out
and heavy
I draw its head across her crotch
I can feel her lips
her rings
two
titanium
I am thinking of them now
I do not want to write
but I will only to tell you
I felt her all the way up
to rest my length across
her curve
covering her
bringing her glisten
to be seen upon the small of her back.
I fucked her
I fucked her ass
Facing her
She took it
until she couldn't
I kept her spread
She had me hard
my hand loved it
She was beautiful before me
her breasts shimmered a shimmer
a combination of sweat, spit, and lubrication
I came across her stomach
I couldn't keep myself from doubling over
most of it filled her belly button.
I thought I passed out
-though knew I didn't
-though I may have briefly fallen asleep.
She always looks so happy during and after my climax
-I would feel foolish if it didn't feel so good
-and wipe me the fuck out.
She makes it fun.
I bring my darkness into the room
-into the game
-into my touch into her
and she bends to it
-it breaks her open
and I fill her
-I push her
-I force her down
Giving her just a glimpse
-a mere fraction of my strength
I make her feel my full weight
I show her how small she really is underneath me
I'll thread my arms between hers
-and around her back
I'll throw my shoulder up under her chin
-forcing her to throw her arms up over her head
I show her that even when her hands are free
-there is nothing she can do
And I put the squeeze to her
-ever so slight
Disrupting her inhale
-or exhale
Distracting the panic between her legs
-into her lungs
My thighs kick her thighs apart
-and I am inside her
No option
No choice
No defending
No denial
Domination
Dark
Domination
Domination
that drags her to the edge
Domination
that makes her watch how I make her feel
Domination
that holds her over
Domination
that pushes her
Domination
that ends her submission
Domination
that ends my reign.
Her eyes are always sunlit
her mouth always smile this certain kind of smile
No matter the length of bed of coals I drag her across
She knows
-because she takes me there
And I know this
-I know it all
She is my rest
-her body is my end
Her companionship is my forever.
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