Desultory and Impulsive

Lit’s a strange bloody place, but you are still here and still posting your gorgeous pics so I hope that’s indicative of you actually getting something out of being here, :heart:


Outside of being somewhere to share my thoughts and observations I get absolutely nothing out of this place.

I wish I had stuck to notebooks I could burn in the fire.
 
Outside of being somewhere to share my thoughts and observations I get absolutely nothing out of this place.

I wish I had stuck to notebooks I could burn in the fire.

No comfort at all, I know... many of us do get a lot out of your stories and pics, but you do what you need to do for you, xx
 
With the weight of my body
Pressing her chest against the ground
I thrust myself full into her

My orgasm
Threw itself
Against the walls of her body
Coating them
Painting them
Seeking out every part of her
To become part of her

We were locked
Knotted
Tied
Tethered together

And it all felt
Exactly
What my mind
Wanted breeding
To feel like.

This post and accompanying pic may have made my morning.

Also, your hands are what some dreams are made of. Thank you for sharing both your thoughts and pictures with us.
 
There are some dreams
My hands
Wish to make.
 

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There are some dreams
My hands
Wish to make.

Now here I go again, I see the crystal visions
I keep my visions to myself, it's only me
Who wants to wrap around your dreams and,
Have you any dreams you'd like to sell?
Dreams of loneliness,
Like a heartbeat, drives you mad
In the stillness of remembering, what you had,
And what you lost and what you had and what you lost


Such a dream-worthy composition... I enjoy both the fore- and back-ground features.
 
Now here I go again, I see the crystal visions
I keep my visions to myself, it's only me
Who wants to wrap around your dreams and,
Have you any dreams you'd like to sell?
Dreams of loneliness,
Like a heartbeat, drives you mad
In the stillness of remembering, what you had,
And what you lost and what you had and what you lost


Such a dream-worthy composition... I enjoy both the fore- and back-ground features.


There once was a time I did
But then I realized
That my dreams
Were all just thoughts.
 
I get so cocksucking tired of coming out of the shower still filthy as fuck.

I know all you uppity types get damp at the thought of filthy beat up working-class hands sliding up from behind and cupping the delicate hot flesh of your breasts unapologetically and in absolute alpha-male certainty... but fuck my life.

Can't wait to spend my weekend off stacking the rest of the fucking wood!

😐
 
Sorry I called all you ladies turned-on by the such as "uppity".

I go back to sleep now.
 
Because I got to thinking, I cannot sleep.

Because I cannot sleep
My thoughts made me conclude in some way
That nobody really likes me
Except for those that do
But I'm not sure that they should
Because they don't have my best interest in mind
Why this is
Is because they all have their own best interests in mind
And once those interests have been met
There is little-to-no use for me.

The only peace of mind
That comes to my mind
Is that this reasoning
Is not applicable to only me
I am not alone
And am just as guilty
Of such a practice of deception*
 
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I know all you uppity types get damp at the thought of filthy beat up working-class hands sliding up from behind and cupping the delicate hot flesh of your breasts unapologetically and in absolute alpha-male certainty...

True...as you get turned on at the thought of sexually roughing up us uppity types. ;)

(I’m not uppity, I just play one on Lit)
 
True...as you get turned on at the thought of sexually roughing up us uppity types. ;)

(I’m not uppity, I just play one on Lit)


I don't discriminate.
The thought of roughing up all types turns me on.
 
I’m not sure you’d find many uppity types on lit...;)

My dad spent his life on building sites, like most of the Irish that travelled across at that time - and I remember how hard it was to keep things clean when he’d come back with his workboots caked in cement... we didn’t have a shower back then, baths were woefully inadequate - you could see the scum line...

Dispite a somewhat complicated relationship I was glad when he finally hung up his boots... there were some guys way too old still grafting, in their 70s, tiny bodies and watery eyes somehow still carrying a shitload of bricks up a ladder...

Today it’s all young, fit Poles and Romanian’s climbing up those ladders but every so often, when I pass an open building site, I catch myself looking for the ghosts I know aren’t there...

psst - wanna know a secret? Some of those uppity are just wearing masks and desperately hoping no one sees through them, xx
 
Because I cannot sleep
My thoughts made me conclude in some way
That nobody really likes me
Except for those that do
But I'm not sure that they should
Because they don't have my best interest in mind
Why this is
Is because they all have their own best interests in mind
And once those interests have been met
There is little-to-no use for me.

The only peace of mind
That comes to my mind
Is that this reasoning
Is not applicable to only me
I am not alone
And am just as guilty
Of such a practice of deception*

This.

My thoughts often wander here too, especially when sleep should be found instead. Solace is never actually felt for me, though. No real peace of mind reached. I guess I hope that I am more alone in these thoughts than I am, or otherwise I just hope that others aren’t left alone with the guilt and remorse I similarly feel.

:heart:
 
It's an overcast day

Grey and dark
And perfect.

Perfect in that there is no misery
No emotional pain
Or sense of loss

Or longing.


There is just me
Outside
Surrounded by the quiets of a countryside that has enveloped me in such a way I know will never let me go.

She made me a lunch of bacon, eggs, and toast.
It was fitting
And a vast improvement from the breakfast I made for myself which consisted of a cup of coffee and a couple handfuls of gummie bears.

It was also a welcome break from throwing all the wood closer to where it is to be stacked for the winter.



I am off to go do just that
And think about you

No particular you
Just the you all that are out there.

Take care knowing this.












 
I'm certainly not uppity. My hands stay dirty.
I appreciate the image for photographic reasons.
 
I've held on to this with a hope to someday use them on a woman tied to the feed trough in the barn.

I think it's time to just let them go.
 

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So...

would you like to meet me there?

In that grey area between want
...and need?

We don't have to touch
We don't have to talk

We could just sit there
...side by side

Looking out across some horizon
Holding cups of hot cocoa
Tiny marshmallows
Clinging to each other

Melting together
Just enough to become one.
 
Full disclosure...

The longer we are there
Watching
As the sun sets in the cool air around us

The more I am going to
Feel the heat
And the togetherness
Of our thighs touching

And the more
I am going to think about you
Being there
Together
With me.


Would that
Be something
That you
Would be okay with?
 
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