Bits and pieces

[nonimura65]

I like where this is going, a little scary, a little creepy, but good.

*Waits patiently for the next installment*

 

[DeepRedLips]

I'll leave the words to you.

 

[y=mx+b]

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[nonimura65]

Is that a hint? You mean, I've got to buy you dinner first?

High maintenance.

But worth it

 

[shadysmurfette]

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[y=mx+b]

…

My life seemingly turned to shit on top of being inexplicably horny. I just wanted to fuck and get fucked by something warm, didn’t have to vibrate, and wasn’t my hand.

In short I felt inept and fucking stupid, following men in need of validation or a doormat to wipe their feet on and I HATE IT!

I went out having given up. In spite of everything, I didn’t want company. I just assume drive around the darkness of night to clear my head and perhaps rub one out with the window down. Never crossed my mind to do so… I’d be alone but I wouldn’t be home alone.

It was a couple miles out… okay… a lot of miles out and I still hadn’t worked up the courage to actually go through with it. Partly because I with how shit is going I’d probably end up hitting a fucking deer a second before, during, or shortly after lift off and the last thing I needed was a damaged car and having to explain to whoever the fuck came to my rescue

And really the mere thinking about it was doing me wonders.
…and then; lost in lust, I ran out of gas. Bum-fuck nowhere, just over a hill blind to anyone barreling through, and no goddamn cell reception. Fuck… My… Life. At least I managed to pull far off the side of the road. Still… fucking bull…shit.

I sat there thinking how shit like this sets the perfect start to dime store horror story that’s been written time and again that people just love to read because no thinking is involved and being spoon-fed the shit you already know is going to happen and have it happen is so rewarding that it makes you feel foolishly young and smart… only this is happening and happening to me right fucking now and I’m feeling nothing but cursed with stupidity… and panties I sure wish weren’t as wet as they became a few moments ago.

Thankfully the northern lights are on fucking fire tonight summoning thoughts of camping with my father.

I did my best to be the son he liked to have had… while still being the princess he loved to protect.

I miss him.

Even though he’s been gone for some time I still have moments of experiencing something, or in need of an answer to a situation I knew he’d have. I he would have fucking loved hearing about this little situation… a laugh at my expense coupled with a the fear and wish that I wouldn’t put myself in such a situation, all ending in a hug and a nod of knowing that I’ll be more careful next time.

It was still dark out when I woke with a start. I nodded off actually for only 13 minutes but it felt like hours; which was exactly how long it’s been since I pissed, and I was feeling it. Fuck was I feeling it. The five minutes of stitching my brow together weighing my options was working up a pretty good headache behind my eyeballs. Though I could run with the boys I could never shake off my inner princess and right now she was scared as fuck to have to exit the car. I could stick my ass out the window but it would be a bit obvious I did come daylights shine on the only “clean” spot on the car with a distinctively curious pattern to it.

Fuck it… moment’s like this is what knives and mace are for and I got both. Time to tit-up and look sharp.

There is something about the tranquil sedation that makes pissing enjoyable in a weird kind of way. Up to the point of actually going I was ready for war clutching my open blade in one hand and my uncapped ready to fire pepper blaster in the other… but once I got going I didn’t give a fuck. Relief is fucking awesome; that is, until you crest the peak urgency. Then it’s all about wondering if you can stop short, button up, jump back into safety before the boogieman gets you with the confidence of actually pulling it off without excessively wet inner thighs and backside… which I know I wouldn’t be able to do. For certain.

The eeriness of the northern lights is when they come to a close. It’s as if the ancient spirits have left taking with them all the grandness that is life, leaving you with nothing but the realization of being exactly that. Inconsequential and empty.

Shortly after the last flicker lost my beautiful want to have been taken up with it in it’s dance of timeless dreams and drumbeats came the sounds of the woods and the realization that I was still crouching naked down to my knees… exposed on all levels.

They always start with a snap of a twig… the sounds of the woods. Then a rustling. Then tentative steps. A deer… hopefully… ideally. Though even if it was just that, it never is in your head. And it certainly never is when you realize that it’s happening in two… three… four very different locations.

 

[shadysmurfette]

Good.

Intriguing.

 

[y=mx+b]

...

I backed my way up against my car keeping the random sounds in front of me as best I could while realizing that what I thought was adequate weaponry was anything but. And the sounds… they were sounds but they were very… secretive… orchestrated… and not just on the ground. A limb broke off a tree making it’s way to the ground with a whump of being a rather sizable branch.

I blindly fumbled about for the door handle of my car when something from the other side seemingly took hold of it and gave it a push causing it to rock my way make me scream, turn, drop my knife.

The idiot part of my thought about picking it up. The emotional part of me was bawling. The physical part of me was slamming myself in the door the very second some swift took a very brief hold of my hair and let go.

I was too busy locking all the fucking doors and trying to start my car to notice any headlights come over the hill… but I did see the taillights of a rather large pick-up truck come to a stop twenty feet or so from my car.

What looked to me like the shadowy figure of a mountain lion pounced on the hood of my car and darted off into the woods. The door of the truck opened and I yelled “STAY THE FUCK IN SIDE!” Though it did little good seeing how buttoned up I was in my car. For what it was worth I turned on my headlights just as I saw the driver step out rather casually. He shut the door and turned to face my direction.

And the world stopped.
Literally… everything stopped… froze.

I could feel things were still around, but they were still… they were watching.

The man looked at me through the blinding headlights beaming at him and distinctly felt him actually see me the very same moment my body got to remembering the feelings it was having trying to encourage my hand to find it’s way up the inseam of my jeans.

He began walking towards my car when a very large wolf sauntered out from the shadows from behind my car. They both stopped with about 5 feet between them. The man looked to the left of him and then to the right. He snapped his fingers twice and off they went. No growl, no teeth baring, no nothing. They just made their way back into the shadows.

Next I knew he was at my door… and that I was going to fuck the fuck out of him.

 

[nonimura65]

I think princess is in big trouble.

 

[Jake_Knight]

I eventually check other guys' threads. Now I think I'll be a regular, your stories promise a very interesting outcome and the style... Just cool, man.

 

[y=mx+b]

…

“Fuck this noise!”

I don’t know what came over me but I flipped out grabbing the edge of the table as I got up and threw it into the air launching it’s contents; candles, dinnerware, the glasses of wine we were drinking, all about the room.

I guess I was just tired.
Tired of always giving and never getting
Tired of putting so much effort into what I thought to be a two-way relationship only to find out it was just a one-way one.
Tired of just fucking and being used without ever actually feeling used.
Tired of being ignored… being ignored… being alone in a relationship always fooling myself it’s more than what it really is all the while knowing that it isn’t… always being the one hurting in the end.

It’s stupid to say there was something different about this guy because such shit is what every girl says about the man they are, or want to, fuck. But well… there was something different about the guy. Different in how he was so indifferent about me! He more or less just SAVED me from being ripped apart by the wilderness! I was a damsel in distress goddamn it! And he didn’t care… asked me where I lived… I didn’t know. All the bullshit pushed everything around in my head… had no idea where I really was. Offered me a room at his place if I wanted. I didn’t care… though I did care… well my crotch, lips, tits, and ass cared… so much so that my hand found the top of his thigh as he pushed in the clutch to start his truck.

“STUPID! STUPID! STUPID!” I thought. But the thought didn’t erase the image of how the denim fabric of his jeans clothed his thighs as I watched him stand his ground against the wolves… how they seemed to fill out even more prior to his shooing them away like he did.

I removed my hand just as the ignition fired and we were on our way. I could still feel his heat against the palm of my hand as I returned it to my lap.

I could tell that we were moving by the ground passing by, lit by the headlights. The truck itself was surprisingly silent for its size… and for the sense of the area. I mean… this is backcountry where trucks make the man both in size and sound. But this thing… it was almost ghostlike. No wonder I hadn’t noticed it before I noticed it.

Popping two buttons open from the top of my blouse I quietly wondered if he was gay.

He could be. But fuck if it was likely. Though his indifference to me I was seriously attracted to him. I found it increasingly difficult NOT to be attracted to him. There was something… guttural about him that I needed to have in me… around me…


I did all I thought I knew about what it would take to turn the rest of the evening into a torrid fling of a one-night-stand. I got the impression that he was receptive… just… indifferent… bored with me in spite of me being new meat in front of him and I reached a fevered pitch of absolute total melt-down frustration and simply flipped the fuck out.

 

[y=mx+b]

I eventually check other guys' threads. Now I think I'll be a regular, your stories promise a very interesting outcome and the style... Just cool, man.

I do too from time to time. Thank you.

 

[shadysmurfette]

Captivating.

 

[y=mx+b]

…

My body seized in the kind of pleasure that comes about during moments of emanate danger; the rapt desire that draws down from deep within, that certain something that renders one tranquilly stupid, mesmerized by the flickering campfire flames of wood burning against a dark backdrop of night.

The table tipped and there he was
All of him
Standing
Commanding all around him.

Time seemed to have stopped.
Everything seemed to have stopped
But it didn’t

My brain was seeing this after the fact
It was all so fast…
I didn’t know what was happening now and the horror of this realization… of this knowing I didn’t know was… elegant.

I didn’t understand.
It felt like the wall hit me from behind
And it didn’t make any sense to me.
The force was flat and square across my back and echoed deep into my lungs soliciting a burning itch to cough.
My body tried and I wondered why I couldn’t.

Toes… I wasn’t touching the ground.
He had me by the throat
Holding me there… by the throat… not upper neck under my chin… lower… a solid sturdy grasp.
It felt as though someone on the other side was pulling me against the wall by a rope and I was beginning to feel the impact his hand made upon first contact. I could feel the burn of ruptured blood vessels begin to dump their contents across the surface of my flesh.. the start of what I knew would be deep, dark, mottled bruising no of which there was no explanation for.

His arm was fully extended. His strength was unbelievable.
My fight-or-flight finally kicked in after what felt like years had past summoning further clarity and situational awareness. Having his left hand in check my eyes darted for the other as my body prepared itself for a possible blow. He was in perfect posture with his right shoulder thrown back; arm extended downward making it impossible for my already delayed sense of survival to ready myself for a blow to the head or midsection. Noting his hand was relaxed and open the left side of my face winced in preparation of being slapped. His grip around my neck tightened and there was a sound about the room; it was like the sound of well worn leather against well worn leather, as if someone was sinking deep into an overstuffed leather couch for a long afternoon of reading. I looked about thinking that’s exactly what I would see. All I saw was the glass of wine that he was drinking from shatter upon the floor.

Wet redness and shards of jagged glass splattered and scattered across the floor with everything else. My eyes darted about seeking out what was increasingly beginning to sound like the tightening of straps and found nothing… until they fell upon him.

He was a bit large to begin with… but his shirt had not been as taut against his body. His chest had broadened and the muscles in his neck had become profoundly distinct as did a vein running up the center of his forehead. I watched as smaller ones began to fill and shift about the thin flesh against his skull… and like light being drawn into a black hole, my vision drifted into his and I felt him… his history of hell… all of it… yet… none of it. It was a deepening of hurt and loss of control, of abusing and being a abused, of being enslaved by natures most base desire and I… I identified.

The muscles along the length of his arm continued to writhe under its skin, warping into a physical memory exploited by the rawest of every emotion being felt at once, each rabidly fighting with the other to plug in and lay waste to come-what-may in a violent succession of storms gods fear to be caught in.

My throat couldn’t take any more of his grip and I reached the point of pleading in spite of my own desirous rage… “I’m just a silly girl… “. His grip tightened. He didn’t hear it and the woman I wished to become was disgusted with whom she was forced to live inside… just like the man he became was disgusted with what was bred by blood and curse into him.

It hadn’t ended. It hadn’t begun. But it started between the dances shared within the space beating to keep us alive.

His hold of me was still tight… but I was standing. Though physically relieved, the electric erotic desire for what was no more was cheated. The deadening excitement felt by the cooling of my breasts matched the hum of my crotch settling itself back into the disappointing state too many have left it in.

Our eyes were still upon each other’s. Though he would never win within himself he was giving me up and I couldn’t have it.

A poetic feeling came about me as I watched my spit splatter across his face. It wasn’t a thought. It was an act. And it felt so right. His grip lessoned around my neck as my chin settled into the upward pushing palm of his hand. I felt the flesh of his fingers glide across my face, each one so individual, so attentive. His head lowered just as his middle finger found the center of my face. My eyes closed as his other fingers found their place and rested along the relaxing last intake of my breath and pinched together as the expanse between his pinky and thumb gripped the length of my jaw… silencing me until my last breath was no more.

 

[shadysmurfette]

Ok. I want these two to have sex. I imagine it will be primal and great. However, I am enjoying the tease and the tension, a lot. I am now left wondering if our male protagonist is something more than human.....

 

[y=mx+b]

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[Vixxennn]

SUCH a good song.

 

[shadysmurfette]

Radiohead= niceness.

 

[nonimura65]

The protagonist reminds me of this

 

[y=mx+b]

for the sake of transparency...

and to dash any high hopes/images of me diligent at work trying to pull together some words for the next installment of whatever it is that I've been writing about thus far... I am not. Nor am I really feeling an interest to do so. Of course this isn't to say it's done and over as there is no certainty to anything... but for the meantime it's pretty much done and over.

I'll be on a hiatus of sorts. And as my periods of hiatuses usually go I'll probably be back sooner than expected to plunk away and dispatch some diatribe to be read by whoever reads them.

As a parting gift, here's a pic I salvaged from the trash.

 

[whynotjustsayit]

As a parting gift, here's a pic I salvaged from the trash.

Wow. Everyone should be so lucky to retrieve something of that quality in the trash.

 

[shadysmurfette]

So that photo makes me want to stand behind you, wrap my arms around your torso and kiss then bite into your back.

 

[Vixxennn]

and to dash any high hopes/images of me diligent at work trying to pull together some words for the next installment of whatever it is that I've been writing about thus far... I am not. Nor am I really feeling an interest to do so. Of course this isn't to say it's done and over as there is no certainty to anything... but for the meantime it's pretty much done and over.

I'll be on a hiatus of sorts. And as my periods of hiatuses usually go I'll probably be back sooner than expected to plunk away and dispatch some diatribe to be read by whoever reads them.

As a parting gift, here's a pic I salvaged from the trash.

I am not happy at all about this.

(Although grateful for the parting gift.)