Desultory and Impulsive

I’m hungry for more pics... perhaps a little forward, I don’t care... I’m greedy for your shots, especially those arms... I fixate a little on your arms, your hands...

Alternatively, mine’s the aubergine in plum sauce with sticky rice :cattail:
 
This morning

Yay! Hands... that’s a lovely shot, and I love the glimpse of your foot in the distance...

I love the detail you can see in that hand. I take most of my shots as poorly as I can, in the hope of producing little clarity but yours centre on such fine elements... the gorgeous lines in the back of your hand somehow look part of the landscape with the folds in your sheets and the crumpled lines on that pillow. I’m talking wank aren’t I? - I’ll stop, you really are a very talented photographer, x
 
Thank you
But I am no more talented than anyone else with a smartphone.
 
The act of having and maintaining an ampics thread negates any credibility to what modesty I may have.

But I appreciate the thought.


If anything
I am a difficult individual
Unable to take a compliment
And struggle to see worth in much of anything that I do
--or that comes easy to me.

It's a rather unflattering personality trait
And one I am working on moving away from.
 
The act of having and maintaining an ampics thread negates any credibility to what modesty I may have.

But I appreciate the thought.


If anything
I am a difficult individual
Unable to take a compliment
And struggle to see worth in much of anything that I do
--or that comes easy to me.

It's a rather unflattering personality trait
And one I am working on moving away from.


Ditto.
 
Thank you
But I am no more talented than anyone else with a smartphone.

I would be very surprised if you were no more talented than anyone else with a smartphone...

There’s the oddballs that take funeral selfies for a start... you are more talented that any of them - you’re welcome, :)
http://selfiesatfunerals.tumblr.com/

ps - arrogance is a heck of a lot more unflattering than struggling to take a compliment :kiss:
 
For Arianthe

...because she likes things that are cold hard and shiny.

I slid two of these into my wife's vagina. She likes the weight of them. Her body shivered after having slid the first one in. The errant gentleman that I sometimes am apologised for not having warmed it up first. She assured me that it was okay... that she finds the sensation thrilling.

After her body adjusted I slid the second one in. I like watching her body stretch open like it does to accommodate the diameter of them then slowly close around them

She likes how she can feel them clink together inside of her.

I asked her if she wanted a third one. She said--no... not if you want to fuck my ass just as badly as I want you to.

I did.
And I came inside her.

It was the kind of sex that caused us to later mutually masturbate to each other later on in bed as we laid together.

The whole thing was so hot.
I sucked hard on her breasts and roughly pulled at her nipples with my lips and teeth while furiously stroking my cock while she worked her clit with the hitachi.

Fuck I love nights like that
You know... when the sex is just so good you just want to rub one off to the pornographic memory of the experience you just had just moments ago.
 

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In other news...

I just ate four servings worth of gummi bears in under 10 minutes.

I am sure I could have done it all quicker had I tried. Time is neither here nor there. The issue at hand is the fact that had it not been only a mere four servings I would probably still be blindly eating the goddamn things and rather happily too mind you.

The other issue at hand is that this is the 4th little bag that I had eaten in... 2 or so days?

It's the strangest thing.

I wonder if I'll end up buying more tomorrow or if I'm done and set to move on to something new.
 
And in even MORE other news...

I'm on Flickr scrolling through some of my photo friend contacts etc...

Anyhow... a number of them are "in the scene" and have all kinds of connections and get all sorts of back stage/behind-the-scenes access and are living the dream blah blah blah

And so I'm existing vicariously through them tonight and I got back to the point within myself that is oft found just beyond the gate of envy jealousy and felt missed opportunity where I'm like... fuck this pretentious upper echelon hollow bullshit

Honest to fuck...

And I then realize how I kinda suck as an individual.
 
...because she likes things that are cold hard and shiny.

I slid two of these into my wife's vagina. She likes the weight of them. Her body shivered after having slid the first one in. The errant gentleman that I sometimes am apologised for not having warmed it up first. She assured me that it was okay... that she finds the sensation thrilling.

After her body adjusted I slid the second one in. I like watching her body stretch open like it does to accommodate the diameter of them then slowly close around them

She likes how she can feel them clink together inside of her.

I asked her if she wanted a third one. She said--no... not if you want to fuck my ass just as badly as I want you to.

I did.
And I came inside her.

It was the kind of sex that caused us to later mutually masturbate to each other later on in bed as we laid together.

The whole thing was so hot.
I sucked hard on her breasts and roughly pulled at her nipples with my lips and teeth while furiously stroking my cock while she worked her clit with the hitachi.

Fuck I love nights like that
You know... when the sex is just so good you just want to rub one off to the pornographic memory of the experience you just had just moments ago.

Oh. My. Goodness... I bet that felt just AMAZING!

Thank you :rose:
 
I want to drip hot wax on a wanting woman's body.
 
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The only fight I struggle with...

...is that of falling in love.


We took a bath together last night.
We were at opposite ends of the tub
Facing each other.

Her legs were inside
And mine were outside of hers
And wrapped around her in such a way
That allowed me to scoot my feet under her butt
To keep her from sliding further down into the tub

Because she is short.


She talked about work
And about how much she's looking forward to transferring departments and finally working straight days

I listened
And watched the surface of the water
Swirl and ripple across the areola of her breasts

I wanted to touch them
And take her body into my mouth

And suck


Looking at her
Relaxes my eyes
And brings peace to my body.

I tipped my head back and closed my eyes
And felt how the sound of her voice complimented the memory behind what my eyes had just seen of her

All set behind the soft fabric tapestry of water dissolving the ache of my body

And I realized
That I don't just see her

--I study her.
 
Actually... that's a lie.

I also struggle with fighting laundry.

Seriously laundry. Enough. I'm a beat broken down old man.
 
I'm going to need a lawyer, a hedge fund manager, and a box of ginger snaps.
 
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