Isolated Blurt Thread

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I miss phone sex.

ETA: I am so crushing on Tara Strong, and would LOVE phone sex with her right now.
 
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I drank so much water before during and after my martial arts class tonight that I have peed three times since I got home two hours ago.
 
You men, you're all alike. You just like to write about things instead of doing.


:D:kiss: (I finally meet someone local and he wants to be freakin penpals. :rolleyes:)

I've got just the blurt for you. Yes it is old, but hey, it fits...


I love the shape of her mouth
as she says the word "sexy."
The slight droop of her eyelids
matching the slight upturn of her lips
make the thought
more intimate.

(“More intimate” she mocks,
with a crooked smile.)

The soft sigh in her voice
that tugs at my desire.
Not that I don’t want other parts of her
to tug at my desire.

(“Parts such as these?” she teases,
with fingernails clicking on my zipper.)

(“Or these?” she breathes,
as she lifts up her skirt.)

Amazing how one can lose track of words
to the heat that rises through the body
in response to the risqué.
She knows all about risqué
an the art of teasing.

But she also knows about pleasure.
For me, for her
for us both.
Whether she is guiding my tongue to just the right place,
humming love songs below my waist,
or doing her best to pull me closer,
Press me deeper.

(“Darling, when are you going to give up on words
and just show them?”)
 
I've got just the blurt for you. Yes it is old, but hey, it fits...


I love the shape of her mouth
as she says the word "sexy."
The slight droop of her eyelids
matching the slight upturn of her lips
make the thought
more intimate.

(“More intimate” she mocks,
with a crooked smile.)

The soft sigh in her voice
that tugs at my desire.
Not that I don’t want other parts of her
to tug at my desire.

(“Parts such as these?” she teases,
with fingernails clicking on my zipper.)

(“Or these?” she breathes,
as she lifts up her skirt.)

Amazing how one can lose track of words
to the heat that rises through the body
in response to the risqué.
She knows all about risqué
an the art of teasing.

But she also knows about pleasure.
For me, for her
for us both.
Whether she is guiding my tongue to just the right place,
humming love songs below my waist,
or doing her best to pull me closer,
Press me deeper.

(“Darling, when are you going to give up on words
and just show them?”)

Good comeback and timing. May it never fail you :)
 
The steeple blew off of a church that I passed on my drive to work this morning. Well, my parents were telling me about it last night before bed, but I got to see it myself this morning. I'm not surprised. After seeing what the roof looks like that it was attached to, it looked like a second rate job. There is no way it should have been nailed down over the actual roofing like that.
 
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