Bits and pieces

[Sweetone70]

why is it that a touch can carry so much emotion?
why is it that a thought can trigger a memory that never took place?

I remember the taste of her breath as our lips closed in on a kiss.
it was our first kiss
and it wasn't supposed to happen
though I am glad it did
in spite of the lingering emotional trail it created

I love how the trail is still there
it's grown over a bit
but you can still make it out

walking through it is a bit difficult
briers of confusion catch your clothing snagging and tearing at it
some even catch the skin
scratching at it
causing the deeper emotions to bleed through in the form of tears.

somewhere
in a parallel universe
we are together
and we are happy
life for us is good
there are no regrets or "maybe we shouldn't have" or "what ifs"
just us
my lips upon yours
your breast within my hand
my cock digging into your crotch

and we would make love
it would be violently beautiful
emotionally sadistic
it would last forever

just like the memory I carry in my heart
of the taste of your breath
when we weren't supposed to have kissed.

I love it

 

[ImpishSeraph]

He was good looking; normally good looking, comfortingly good looking. I hate to admit that I sorta found myself falling in love with him the first day we met. But it wasn’t like a love type of falling in love... it was darker... like I was falling into submission; and I fucking hated him for it. I still fucking hate him. We talked about things. Of course the first thing we talked about was why. To this day I don’t know why. Something inside of me hurt... emotionally... spiritually. I was depressed. I didn’t feel human. I didn’t feel significant. I felt ignored. Not just by my husband... but universally.

Wow...I've been there.

Words have not been spoken. I left him in my memory to cherish. I read all the emails yet never responded. I ache to see him again...to submit to him again yet our lives are cotangent. We travel the same path with different limits.

I hate him...no I love him.

 

[y=mx+b]

Remind me to do something about our damn squeaky bed. That shit fucks up my rhythm.

 

[y=mx+b]

yeah I got nothing else so here's a pic of my white cat laying on my black cashmere sweater

 

[Sweetone70]

Remind me to do something about our damn squeaky bed. That shit fucks up my rhythm.

reminding you....my job here is done......

 

[y=mx+b]

moved the bed... we'll see how that works. In the mean time I shall continue the debate I have with myself about wether or not the occasional adult beverage is a positive or negative enforcer upon my over-all well-being.

 

[y=mx+b]

it's never the answer... but dammit sometimes the brain needs a little time off.

 

[Sweetone70]

moved the bed... we'll see how that works. In the mean time I shall continue the debate I have with myself about wether or not the occasional adult beverage is a positive or negative enforcer upon my over-all well-being.

it's never the answer... but dammit sometimes the brain needs a little time off.

the occasional adult beverage is fine..and it has the potential to make you more pliable to my advances...so let your brain take all the time off it needs

 

[rida]

why is it that a touch can carry so much emotion?
why is it that a thought can trigger a memory that never took place?

I remember the taste of her breath as our lips closed in on a kiss.
it was our first kiss
and it wasn't supposed to happen
though I am glad it did
in spite of the lingering emotional trail it created

I love how the trail is still there
it's grown over a bit
but you can still make it out

walking through it is a bit difficult
briers of confusion catch your clothing snagging and tearing at it
some even catch the skin
scratching at it
causing the deeper emotions to bleed through in the form of tears.

somewhere
in a parallel universe
we are together
and we are happy
life for us is good
there are no regrets or "maybe we shouldn't have" or "what ifs"
just us
my lips upon yours
your breast within my hand
my cock digging into your crotch

and we would make love
it would be violently beautiful
emotionally sadistic
it would last forever

just like the memory I carry in my heart
of the taste of your breath
when we weren't supposed to have kissed.

beautiful
and so true

 

[y=mx+b]

this thread is dead.

seriously... don't make me get my mean on.

 

[Sweetone70]

this thread is dead.

seriously... don't make me get my mean on.

oh hush grumpy man
try to enjoy the rest of your night..don't bite anyone's head off if you can help it

 

[y=mx+b]

*hushed*

 

[ShaiGirl]

even though there are no new pics, I'd like to keep this thread alive.

My poem might not be as sentimentally beautiful as yours, but I'll offer a haiku for you.

Hush now Mister Y
Don't be so very grumpy
You've got those nice abs.

 

[y=mx+b]

even though there are no new pics, I'd like to keep this thread alive.

My poem might not be as sentimentally beautiful as yours, but I'll offer a haiku for you.

Hush now Mister Y
Don't be so very grumpy
You've got those nice abs.

thank you for such a wonderful haiku! though I fear the amount of appreciation you have for my abs... they are not going to last forever. as a matter of fact, I gained 15 pounds since I posted the last couple pics of myself.

 

[Sweetone70]

*hushed*

no pouting..just quit bein' all grumpy
and 15 lbs..eh just a little more to grab onto

 

[ShaiGirl]

thank you for such a wonderful haiku! though I fear the amount of appreciation you have for my abs... they are not going to last forever. as a matter of fact, I gained 15 pounds since I posted the last couple pics of myself.

another haiku for you:

Don't you worry, Y
Fifteen pounds does not hurt much
You are still sexy.

 

[Sweetone70]

*rolls eyes......get off your bum and get back here would ya?
If you do I'll make it worth your while..and you know I'm true to my word

 

[SexyWench]

Remind me to do something about our damn squeaky bed. That shit fucks up my rhythm.

have sex elsewhere then

 

[Sweetone70]

alright..stop sulking and get back here..no one can be grumpy all the time
grrrr...don't make me get my mean on

 

[y=mx+b]

alright..stop sulking and get back here..no one can be grumpy all the time
grrrr...don't make me get my mean on

not so much grumpy as it is depression

 

[Sweetone70]

not so much grumpy as it is depression

been there...not fun....lots of hugs for you...no more mean from me

 

[y=mx+b]

my naked back

 

[y=mx+b]

not in; nor have I ever been in the military

 

[neci]

wonderful pictures. i need to read more of your thread. the bits and pieces i found are enticing. thank you for sharing this part of yourself.

 

[Sweetone70]

my naked back

Gorgeous as always