Bits and pieces

[shadysmurfette]

It has it's moments. Thank you

I may remedy this. I may not. You know how I am.

If I remember correctly they were a mix of three classes, Something along the lines of the rise and fall of The Roman Republic, the history/life and times of Constantine, and the study/history of ancient Chinese literature... which I guess you could say is philosophy.

your idea of providing you with a sample of my voice has, for better or for worse, found a place to nestle in my head. We will see.

If I do record myself speaking I will post it here in my thread for all those who are curious.

Are you still a scholar and do you like these classes? I am a bit fond of History myself. It can be intereting to realise that sometimes "the more things change, the more they remain the same"

I feel I know this about you: you are complex and strange. I guess I dont mind because I am here....

 

[y=mx+b]

Are you still a scholar and do you like these classes? I am a bit fond of History myself. It can be intereting to realise that sometimes "the more things change, the more they remain the same"

I feel I know this about you: you are complex and strange. I guess I dont mind because I am here....

No. I'm not cut out for academics. Unfortunately it took 4-5 nonconsecutive years for me to get the clue.

 

[shadysmurfette]

No. I'm not cut out for academics. Unfortunately it took 4-5 nonconsecutive years for me to get the clue.

Well you seem more eloquent and thought provoking than some people with degrees.


Oh no. Looks over the last couple pages of posts and realises I am a thread groupie.

 

[y=mx+b]

Well you seem more eloquent and thought provoking than some people with degrees.


Oh no. Looks over the last couple pages of posts and realises I am a thread groupie.

smoke and mirrors.

and pretty much my most consistent known fan.

 

[y=mx+b]

I uploaded larger versions of my drawrings including some that weren't posted before on my lit. dedicated flickr account for occasions such as this.

click the pic to be whisked away to this magical land and do so with haste for these pics will no longer be listed as public come sometime tomorrow.

http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5022/5678563410_17d7dfb84e.jpg

 

[DeepRedLips]

I uploaded larger versions of my drawrings including some that weren't posted before on my lit. dedicated flickr account for occasions such as this.

click the pic to be whisked away to this magical land and do so with haste for these pics will no longer be listed as public come sometime tomorrow.

http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5022/5678563410_17d7dfb84e.jpg

"Drawrings".

 

[shadysmurfette]

smoke and mirrors.

and pretty much my most consistent known fan.

Smoke and mirrors my arse

Thanks
But maybe it also shows that I am on the web and here alot.......

I uploaded larger versions of my drawrings including some that weren't posted before on my lit. dedicated flickr account for occasions such as this.

click the pic to be whisked away to this magical land and do so with haste for these pics will no longer be listed as public come sometime tomorrow.

http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5022/5678563410_17d7dfb84e.jpg

I hope you passed at least one of those classes
I read your notes. I would have shared you in college. Although I would ignore when you went off in a tangent.

 

[shadysmurfette]

"Drawrings".

Teee Heee

 

[y=mx+b]

just finished up writing some brief comments about them... I'm off to bed.

 

[Vixxennn]

Talented as a writer and an artist? Some people have all the talent...

 

[sweetallis]

which is funny because... fuck... hasn't all of this been; in someway, pretty damn personal? Never the less... an email, to my wife, who is working office hours today.

Subject:
I wish to inform you...

Body:
I am profoundly attracted to you.

I really am.

Watching you this morning walking around naked
as you talked on the phone
was an extremely beautiful moment in my life
that I'll remember forever.

I've been in love with you for the longest time (name withheld).
This morning, I have fallen even further.

There are times you just take my breath away ...

 

[y=mx+b]

stolen from one of the "favorite porn pic" threads I frequent...

http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lkkp6phA9u1qa8m3eo1_400.jpg
I think I need to attempt a personal recreation of this image.

 

[shadysmurfette]

http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lkkp6phA9u1qa8m3eo1_400.jpg
I think I need to attempt a personal recreation of this image.

Mmmmmmmmmm


then

Sigh


*Only a fantasy*

 

[ShaiGirl]

Haven't dropped by your thread in quite some time, so here's a bump, you hairy beast!

 

[y=mx+b]

Somewhere there is silence
seeking and sulking
so secretly
sounding sharp sighs
slightly skimming the sensual surface of someones skin
sweetly sweating
sleeping and sadly sincere in the sorrow of somber sonnets
singing strings strung tight against silkscreened sensations
separating the simple and scared from the solipsistic soliloquy
striking stark sparrows with searing heat from a sapient sun
sinking subjects asunder the seas surface
swollen by seductive tears swallowed succinctly before the supernova
spilling semen across succulent lips
sucking saliva slick between alto-sopranos
singing staccato symphonies
waking me from my slumber.

 

[y=mx+b]

and another thing...

what the fuck you were thinking is beyond me.
there's two sides to every story and multiple sides to those two sides that I do not care to know about. Fact of the matter is you failed at being honest. Being honest is the easiest fucking thing a person can do and follows the same basic protocol as answering a yes-or-no question. The very least you could have done was say "hey... shit's not working out between us and right now I'm not sure I want them to work so I'm going to go fuck this guy and think about things for a bit." But no. What did you do? You fucked the guy for however long you did until either you grew some tits one day and told him, or he found out on his own. Either way... not cool. And what strikes me is that you seem to be the type of sociopathic callous individual to not even care as you hooked up with your sideline fuck while your husband was working his 8 or 12 hour day/night... or was at home eagerly awaiting your arrival from work, or "night out with the ladies"

but I could be wrong about that last part. Perhaps there was some remorse on your part as you and your fuck friend began unclothing each other.

no matter. you failed. you failed him, and you failed yourself... and now, I can think of no one else that deserves their insecurities more than you.

 

[shadysmurfette]

Hey Y

1. Your piece I enjoyed and I will admit to looking up some of those words

2. I hope that the wronged party in your rant is happier now

 

[y=mx+b]

and another another thing...

what the fuck you were thinking is beyond me.
there's two sides to every story and multiple sides to those two sides that I do not care to know about. Fact of the matter is you failed at being considerate. Being considerate is the easiest fucking thing a person can do and follows the same basic protocol as opening the door for yourself. You do it every fucking day yet apparently you're incapable of doing it for anyone else. Are you honestly fucking surprised she sought desires elsewhere? Okay... yeah she's the one that spread her legs and took the seed of another man... if not in her, then certainly on her... but you know what?... that's not normal behavior for a well taken cared of woman. And by taken cared of I don't mean fucking coddled and pampered and doted on because that shit is weak and superficial. I mean following through with the basic shit of listening and understanding what the fuck she is saying to you. I fucking doubt she just sprung this on you. The shit's been building... she's been telling you and you made no considerable effort to haul any of it away for her. You left it there for her to deal with... and so she did and while in the process of doing it she found someone else to help her.

I can honestly think of no one else that deserves feeling the pain of absolute ineptitude more than you do... and if you don't, you fucking should because you seriously fucking failed somewhere along the line.

 

[Vixxennn]

and another thing...

what the fuck you were thinking is beyond me.
there's two sides to every story and multiple sides to those two sides that I do not care to know about. Fact of the matter is you failed at being honest. Being honest is the easiest fucking thing a person can do and follows the same basic protocol as answering a yes-or-no question. The very least you could have done was say "hey... shit's not working out between us and right now I'm not sure I want them to work so I'm going to go fuck this guy and think about things for a bit." But no. What did you do? You fucked the guy for however long you did until either you grew some tits one day and told him, or he found out on his own. Either way... not cool. And what strikes me is that you seem to be the type of sociopathic callous individual to not even care as you hooked up with your sideline fuck while your husband was working his 8 or 12 hour day/night... or was at home eagerly awaiting your arrival from work, or "night out with the ladies"

but I could be wrong about that last part. Perhaps there was some remorse on your part as you and your fuck friend began unclothing each other.

no matter. you failed. you failed him, and you failed yourself... and now, I can think of no one else that deserves their insecurities more than you.

and another another thing...

what the fuck you were thinking is beyond me.
there's two sides to every story and multiple sides to those two sides that I do not care to know about. Fact of the matter is you failed at being considerate. Being considerate is the easiest fucking thing a person can do and follows the same basic protocol as opening the door for yourself. You do it every fucking day yet apparently you're incapable of doing it for anyone else. Are you honestly fucking surprised she sought desires elsewhere? Okay... yeah she's the one that spread her legs and took the seed of another man... if not in her, then certainly on her... but you know what?... that's not normal behavior for a well taken cared of woman. And by taken cared of I don't mean fucking coddled and pampered and doted on because that shit is weak and superficial. I mean following through with the basic shit of listening and understanding what the fuck she is saying to you. I fucking doubt she just sprung this on you. The shit's been building... she's been telling you and you made no considerable effort to haul any of it away for her. You left it there for her to deal with... and so she did and while in the process of doing it she found someone else to help her.

I can honestly think of no one else that deserves feeling the pain of absolute ineptitude more than you do... and if you don't, you fucking should because you seriously fucking failed somewhere along the line.

You're right indeed. Two very different, honest, and reasonable sides to the very same story...

It fucking kills me that such seemingly small and insignificant moments of listening or resisting or being patient can amount to such chaos. Just because of those ignored moments.

 

[shadysmurfette]

Love on paper seems so perfect and I guess it can be. But sometimes when people get involved they can complicate the simple and relatively easy.


Or maybe I am just getting more jaded....

 

[y=mx+b]

well fuck me and my fucking inability to sleep.

and the fucking kicker? I was dead fucking tired and drifting off to sleep just when for one reason or another my naked body turned back towards that of my naked wife so that my lips could kiss her shoulder... which then led to the spot between her shoulder blades... which then led to the center of her back, which then led me a bit deeper under the covers to kiss the small of her back, then a gentle kiss upon the top crack of her ass, then the inside of her bottom thigh... fuck... all along the inside of her bottom thigh. I was just about on my way back up when she threw the blankets off the bed thereby exposing both our naked selves to each other in the dim darkness that lit the room.

Prior to all this we went to bed... well, she went to bed first, and I was lagging a bit behind. I walked in the dark room, stripped naked, and crawled on my side of the bed and slid under the blankets. She was laying on her side turned away from me. My hand found her and slid all along her body as it usually does. She sleepily turned her head back towards me and we kissed goodnight. I cozied up to her and we spooned.

I remember thinking about the fact that we're both naked, and although we've been together for as long as we've had and that the fact of both of us being naked no longer serves as the flashing neon sign of "WE'RE GOING TO FUCK TONIGHT!" as it once did, there's still an extreme wonderfulness about it.... no dance, no expectations... just the sense of togetherness.

I started drifting to sleep... and as nice as it all is... truth be told, neither of us.... especially her... really cares for the hot sticky sweaty sensation of flesh melding together. Actually I really kind of like it... but only if she's spooning me... which is kind of weird when I think about it because she's like... 5'4'' and I'm 6'2'' and is that really a spoonable situation? I wonder what it looks like. It's one of those things that I know happens (albeit rarely) but I just can't picture the image in my head. Most of the time she uses me as a human body pillow, which is still nice.

but I digress...

our skin is sticking to each other and I just start getting the felt sense of her starting to drift back awake enough to nudge herself against me to say... "okay, I'm done." when I roll over onto my other side to start taking sleep more seriously.

and then it happened... I was drifting back to sleep only to feel myself turning back over towards her. If she turned her head back towards me just enough to give me "the look" is in dispute... the memory I have of seeing her do so feels as if it's coming from the same portion of my brain where my imaginations come from so it cannot be trusted. What can be trusted is the memory and sensation of my lips kissing her shoulder which led to where I left off... her throwing the blankets off the bed.

The events that followed were intensely sexual in nature. I am well aware that those of you reading this wish for me to transcribe the event with as much detail as possible all the while expressing as best I can the exact emotions that were being felt by both of us during this most recent experience of lovemaking... but I've reached the point now where I think sleep is back within my reach. Although I may never get around to sharing such intimate details, I would rather leave things as is and up to you than to continue on not even come close to bringing justice to the experience of which I do not believe I can bring much justice to anyway.

 

[Klee45]

Thanks for sharing the bits and pieces of yourself.

 

[McKenna]

...I remember thinking about the fact that we're both naked, and although we've been together for as long as we've had and that the fact of both of us being naked no longer serves as the flashing neon sign of "WE'RE GOING TO FUCK TONIGHT!" as it once did, there's still an extreme wonderfulness about it.... no dance, no expectations... just the sense of togetherness.

Yes. This.

 

[y=mx+b]

Yes. This.

Fuck I needed this.

 

[y=mx+b]

Thanks for sharing the bits and pieces of yourself.

Thank you for looking over what I've offered to share. Feel free to push aside what you don't like and consume what you do.