Bits and pieces

[y=mx+b]

oh yeah! I remembered.

How fucking sweet is my life? I like ass... my wife has a great one! With an awesome chest to boot. *love*

and lord... if I were in the mood to fuck-and-tell tonight I'd tell you all about our little go-around last night. Truth be told it was a little rough (and not in the good kinda way) in the beginning. There was literally a point where we stopped, sat in silence looking at each other and thought (or at least I was thinking) "what the fuck is going wrong here?"

2 things.

1) back in the day we would have simply blazed through our mismatching desires and bought into the belief/excuse that even bad sex is good sex, and that given how much we fuck it's bound to happen.

2) a little lesser back in the day we wouldn't so much have blazed through it, but rather we'd be fucking and thinking about what else we could be doing at the moment.

so now we get to now, and somewhere along the lines I think we kinda realized that sex is a lot like arguing with each other. Good arguments produce positive outcomes. Bad ones don't. And if you're having a bad argument (or a good argument that goes bad) sure you can force-fuck your way to the end but what the fuck you know? Shit's not resolved and fucking fuckity fuck-it-all anyway DISCUSSION'S OVER!

But if you see shit's going south and you (or both of you) say "hey... hold on a sec. we need to reset this shit and come back to it after a walk or something" Then BAM! Resolution. Or at the very least, direction towards resolution.


So there we were, both like "wtf?" and I was like "okay... I'll tell you what. I'll just go down on you. No excessive fingers up anywhere or anything. Do you trust me?" She said yes and we resumed.

And you know what?


Fuck Yeah!





We got it on!

 

[Vixxennn]

How fucking sweet is my life? I like ass... my wife has a great one! With an awesome chest to boot. *love*

and lord... if I were in the mood to fuck-and-tell tonight I'd tell you all about our little go-around last night. Truth be told it was a little rough (and not in the good kinda way) in the beginning. There was literally a point where we stopped, sat in silence looking at each other and thought (or at least I was thinking) "what the fuck is going wrong here?"

2 things.

1) back in the day we would have simply blazed through our mismatching desires and bought into the belief/excuse that even bad sex is good sex, and that given how much we fuck it's bound to happen.

2) a little lesser back in the day we wouldn't so much have blazed through it, but rather we'd be fucking and thinking about what else we could be doing at the moment.

so now we get to now, and somewhere along the lines I think we kinda realized that sex is a lot like arguing with each other. Good arguments produce positive outcomes. Bad ones don't. And if you're having a bad argument (or a good argument that goes bad) sure you can force-fuck your way to the end but what the fuck you know? Shit's not resolved and fucking fuckity fuck-it-all anyway DISCUSSION'S OVER!

But if you see shit's going south and you (or both of you) say "hey... hold on a sec. we need to reset this shit and come back to it after a walk or something" Then BAM! Resolution. Or at the very least, direction towards resolution.


So there we were, both like "wtf?" and I was like "okay... I'll tell you what. I'll just go down on you. No excessive fingers up anywhere or anything. Do you trust me?" She said yes and we resumed.

And you know what?


Fuck Yeah!





We got it on!

I love all of this.

You are a good husband. And she seems to be a good wife.

 

[y=mx+b]

we try. it's still tough as shit sometimes.

 

[y=mx+b]

yeah, it's still.... sometimes.

when there's no breeze
it is still
and nothing moves
not love
not hate
nor pleasure or pain

and no matter what is yours

it hurts.

It hurts
because it is not the other
and it cuts on the inside
into the heavy parts of the heart
bleeding a blanket of fog
which is anything but still.

it surrounds you
droplets of mist
dampening your flesh
keeping you at the right level of cold
where you can't find the ability to escape the feelings and fears of being alone.

yeah...
it is still sometimes
when you find yourself among all those you know
and they are talking to each other
with each other
as you stand by yourself
drinking the same drink you've been drinking an hour ago
and the swell of the voiced sounds muffle your ears
and sink into a being
aware that
that is you
in the brief second of loneliness
amongst many
where you are nothing.


sometimes
just
sometimes
when
it is still

hold the heart of another
and sink into them
as they cry
into to a stillness
of there own
and be still yourself.​

 

[y=mx+b]

woke up not all that together. well... sorta together. just not feeling good this morning. a bit weak.

perhaps things will change once the sun comes up.

 

[isseii]

Feel better.

I was going to try to work a couple of fucks and at least one sarcastic comment in there but just wasn't feeling it. Hope you're well enough to enjoy your weekend.

 

[ShaiGirl]

I hope you're feeling better, you hairy beast. Have a great week!

 

[y=mx+b]

feeling better. saw this on another thread in another forum I tend to lurk about. Liked it so much I fucking stole it so that I could have it here. Seeing how I'm not really currently taking pics of myself I may as well post something to look at from time to time between my bullshit. I may simply start my own collection of pretties... not sure if it'll fly with the mods here or what, seeing how it is the Amateur Pic Feedback forum. but fuck it.

so anyway...

http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lqsps3eZsL1qivrsco1_500.gif
stare at this for the next 20 minutes. I did for the last and need a break.

 

[y=mx+b]

sex...

I like it.

waffles afterwards... fuck yeah!



bedtime.

 

[Vixxennn]

I like it.

waffles afterwards... fuck yeah!



bedtime.

That sounds awesome... I frequently find myself jealous of your life.

 

[y=mx+b]

don't be. My waffles could have maybe used a bit more water or a bit less mix. I have yet to decide. I will make a mental note next time I throw a batch together. Me knowing me I will decrease both and will be like GODDAMNIT!

 

[y=mx+b]

fuck.

does that even make sense?



fuckit. I said bedtime like, bedtime ago.

 

[Vixxennn]

don't be. My waffles could have maybe used a bit more water or a bit less mix. I have yet to decide. I will make a mental note next time I throw a batch together. Me knowing me I will decrease both and will be like GODDAMNIT!

fuck.

does that even make sense?



fuckit. I said bedtime like, bedtime ago.

Makes perfect sense... I'm a fuckup in the kitchen so I relate. Although somehow I'm pretty sure you're a great cook.

And I was more referring to the sex factor in my jealousy... although I'm sure the waffles afterward made it even better.

 

[y=mx+b]

yeah, I can see how one may become a little jealous about the sex factor. but here's the thing... there's always a want for more.

I get it. It's difficult for me to convincingly bitch about sex because I have access to the opportunity more so than the single individual or individuals that are not so single but living apart from the person they have an emotional and sexual (or just sexual) relationship with.

The truth is that the tanks responsible for containing fulfillment are rusted as fuck at the bottom and drain out pretty goddamn quickly.

It's maddeningly frustrating.

 

[AG82]

I like it.

waffles afterwards... fuck yeah!



bedtime.

Wow, sex AND waffles! Another thing to add to the 'things I dream about having in my life' list! That list is getting long!

 

[y=mx+b]

a remembered forgotten memory.

A bunch of years ago I was being interviewed for a job. It was a small business, and the person doing the interviewing was the skin esthetician. She was about my age... maybe a year or two younger, and she was beautiful with deep red hair, beautiful skin (of course) and a pleasant disposition.

The interview went pretty well. She came and got me, took me into the office area, and everything was all business. The interesting part was about half way through she sorta lost interest in conducting the interview and seemed to be more interested in studying me... during of which she broke character and said... "you are so lucky..." and I was like "", she continued "...to have small pours".

Now... being a guy, I never gave it thought. Didn't even know it mattered and I can't really say I ever gave a fuck, but I said thank you and the show continued.

I got the job, she quit a month or two later, and now I'm wondering where she's at and what she's up to.

 

[shadysmurfette]

Just stepped to peruse your new pics and stuff.

You are one random yet sexy and funny fucker . Quirky and interesting enough to make me come back.

You and your wife sound like fun. *I am a voyeur.....*

Glad to see you are feeling better.

Can you make me some pancakes? *Bats lashes and tries to look all cute and shit *

 

[y=mx+b]

isolated blurts

fuck this fucking internal dialog

perhaps I shouldn't have eluded to my openness for a quickie. I was dozing off to sleep.

It was still beautiful and she came hard.

There once was a time in my life when vibrators... well... they didn't so much threaten me as they periodically took away what I love doing. Now I am grateful for them.

I hear her rolling around in bed. She's been having trouble sleeping as well. Work throws her a few nightshifts every now and then and they fuck everything up.

I may have pretended I was one of her co-workers as we fucked tonight. Not the cute one, but rather the skittish, frenetic, bi-polar one I most identify with.

They've become friends and periodically go out to breakfast together after the shift ends.

I like pretending I'm other guys fucking my wife. I have no reason to pretend that she's anyone but herself.

I just deleted two short paragraphs related to the subject because I feel they revealed too much information.

I just deleted more information, proving I'm no longer in the right mind to keep blurting.

back to bed.

 

[Vixxennn]

fuck this fucking internal dialog

perhaps I shouldn't have eluded to my openness for a quickie. I was dozing off to sleep.

It was still beautiful and she came hard.

There once was a time in my life when vibrators... well... they didn't so much threaten me as they periodically took away what I love doing. Now I am grateful for them.

I hear her rolling around in bed. She's been having trouble sleeping as well. Work throws her a few nightshifts every now and then and they fuck everything up.

I may have pretended I was one of her co-workers as we fucked tonight. Not the cute one, but rather the skittish, frenetic, bi-polar one I most identify with.

They've become friends and periodically go out to breakfast together after the shift ends.

I like pretending I'm other guys fucking my wife. I have no reason to pretend that she's anyone but herself.

I just deleted two short paragraphs related to the subject because I feel they revealed too much information.

I just deleted more information, proving I'm no longer in the right mind to keep blurting.

back to bed.

Wish I had been here sooner... I know that I always miss out on something good when you edit.

 

[y=mx+b]

actually all that was edited was indeed me changing an "and" to a "but" the parts I said I deleted were deleted prior to posting. so really, not only should you have been here sooner, you should have been here sitting next to me reading over my shoulder as well.

 

[Vixxennn]

actually all that was edited was indeed me changing an "and" to a "but" the parts I said I deleted were deleted prior to posting. so really, not only should you have been here sooner, you should have been here sitting next to me reading over my shoulder as well.

For many reasons....

 

[y=mx+b]

in other news...

does anyone know what the cure is for over thinking? Honest to fuck. I'm beginning to wonder if the few select family members had been onto something with their habitual use of alcohol.

 

[y=mx+b]

For many reasons....

In spite of the quickie, I could have used a handjob around the time I was wrapping up the post.

 

[y=mx+b]

Eureka!!!

handjobs... I need more handjobs.

 

[nonimura65]

does anyone know what the cure is for over thinking? Honest to fuck. I'm beginning to wonder if the few select family members had been onto something with their habitual use of alcohol.

The most common cure for too much thinking is watching tv....watch two episodes of Jersey Shore and call me in the morning.