Chat - Write - Another "Whatever" Thread

[Scentofawoman]

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He poured the ruby red wine. She watched fascinated, her attention focused on the liquid coming out of the bottle. In her mind she calculated her plan.

 

[mysterydrink]

Does that matter? Then you'll have her scent for awhile longer

That's true, but put yourself in her shoes. If you were standing there, your legs spread and little red skirt lifted, being eaten by a man kneeling between your legs, wouldn't you prefer it if he was naked? Or at the very least, shirtless?

 

[Scentofawoman]

That's true, but put yourself in her shoes. If you were standing there, your legs spread and little red skirt lifted, being eaten by a man kneeling between your legs, wouldn't you prefer it if he was naked? Or at the very least, shirtless?

Depends if I need to kill him or not.

 

[mysterydrink]

Depends if I need to kill him or not.

I don't know if you'll be killing him. In fact, you might have a little death all of your own.

 

[stickygirl]

It's been a while since this thread was used but it's stayed on my follows. I think it's good to have somewhere where we can post things that just don't fit anywhere else.

 

[stickygirl]

So this one is kinda heart-felt and basically pretty heavy so I'm making no apologies or excuses. Rape is rape

I want the clock here in my hand and so turn back the time
You've still a friend in Innocence, though She seems left behind.
Will tears of shame fall to the floor, to stain your life forever more?
Your hope, your light, remembers yet, no matter how you try:
there is relief but no forget, nor answers to your why.
We hold our lives in balance but judge with misled hearts
yet aren't we greater than the sum of all those parts?
Don't let black holes of memory devour what's good in you,
Nor silent tongues condemn, when all you've said is true.
Come take my hand - I know you! I'll share your darkest night:
Lets wish away your nightmares, for in you still, there's light.

 

[jack80]

If you claw us, do we not bleed?
If you tie us up, do we not yearn?
If you bite us, do we not breath in with delight
And if you mistreat us, shall we not seek another for our embrace

 

[stickygirl]

Found this on my Tumblr dash

“I wish I had taken more photos of you,
 If I had known we’d end someday soon I would’ve taken a photo of you for each passing moment,
 I would’ve taken one when you made me happy and when you smiled at me after a joke, 
I would’ve taken one when you put your hand up to cover your face because you didn’t want to be in a photo, 
I would’ve taken one as we fought so I could remember what you looked like angry, 
And I would’ve taken one when you rolled your eyes at me for being silly,
I would’ve taken one when I fell in love with you,
 Because I don’t know the exact moment,
 But I know it exists,
 There had to be a moment, right?
 Something tangible?
 Did I trip into love with you, flat on my face, suddenly pulled into the abyss?
 Or did I fall slowly, sinking down?
No, I remember the moment. I wouldn’t take a picture of this moment though, 
 Because it’s in my head,
 Engrained there forever, like the funny faces you would make only at me,
 Like the birthmark on your back,
 And the way you held me,
 The moment I fell in love with you was as you stood naked in front of me for the first time,
 And I could see something I had never seen before,
 You weren’t confident anymore, You seemed to be saying in the darkness:
 “This is me, what of it?” 
Afraid of being judged and suddenly wanting to wrap your arms around yourself and hide,
 That was the moment I realized everything was real,
 I did not ‘let’ myself fall in love with you,
I hit face first,
 In some ways I drifted slowly,
 Yet it was as you hovered over me our naked bodies intertwining that I realized,
 I could fall in love with you some day,
 What I didn’t know though,
 Was that I already had.

-A.S
Someday”

 

[stickygirl]

I have to include this from my dash

I have stolen this from someone but I wish I could write like this. I was blown away
"He has blonde hair and blue eyes, and when he looks over at me he’s scowling. He’s not scowling angrily but really he’s drawing his eyebrows together, and he does so to make me laugh. He puts on the scowl, and draws up the corner of his mouth the right side, and he snarls a little bit. I guess that’s what you’d call it. He snarls, then stops. Then unclenches his eyebrows. Then he snarls and clenches his eyebrows. And he does so a few more times in a pattern as I look back at him.
He holds his words behind his mouth. He doesn’t talk. He doesn’t ever really like to talk but he’s more honest with me than he is with anyone else. And in these moments of silence when he and I both refuse to speak, not because we’re angry but because the silence is so profound that we don’t care to break it, I feel whole.
I look at him in the silence, and the snarl, and I know that I’m in love with him. And if he keeps making that face I will find one hundred more reasons to fall more deeply in love with him.
He’s gone now.
Not forgotten, because I think of him every moment of every day. My life and thoughts centered solely around his name. Aaron. I think to myself. His name, so beautiful. I’ve met so many Aarons now. I never payed attention to the name. But as if it’s my own, I turn when I hear someone say his name. I look for him wherever I go.
He’s lost. But not lost to me, because I now where to find him. I simply have to call him or text him. I simply have to get in my car, and make a U-turn on my street. I simply have to drive up my street and make a left. And there he is ten minutes away. I would pull over and park, and I would walk up his oh so familiar walkway. I would sneak, quietly, taking off my boots so they didn’t make the familiar click clack upon my arrival. And then he would open his window, and put down the stool so I could step inside soundlessly as he helped me. And he would take my boots from me first, and then help me through.
Soon, in those moments we’d be laying on his bed his arms wrapped around me watching T.V. His mirror next to us showing me exact pictures of what we look like.
So grateful I am now for that mirror I once hated.
The mirror that when we were making love made me feel so self conscious. So grateful I am that it spanned his entire room, reflecting back at me exactly what we looked like in our happiest and saddest moments. Because I can see myself now, in the reflection, wrapped around him.
But that was the thing.
I was always wrapped around him.
Never he wrapped around me.
Yet still, occasionally, I knew through the silence that he loved me.

I knew this because as I let go, thinking he wanted me to release him from my grasp, he would put his arm around me. Soon his arm would fall slowly to the side but it would be around me.
There was a time when he loved me. I wonder when he lost it? I wonder when the exact moment was, that he realized it was over.
But it’s not over. Because every few months when he get’s too close, and tells me too much, he releases me. He doesn’t put his arm around me. He encourages me to let go.

And so I do.
And when I do, and when we are done, he calls me. Or he texts me.
Because he knows that I am not forgotten.
Because he knows that I am not lost. I am only one text or call away. I am only one U-turn, one left hand turn signal, and a ten minute drive away.
He knows these things as his arm falls limply aside from my shoulder.
And I know this as I stare at us in the mirror trying to forever capture the moment in my mind.
Because we are both a never ending cycle.
We fall together bodies intertwined, and then we come loose unsure of where we began and how this all came to be.
We are a long silence apart. A small distance on a bed.
And as he sits a foot away it feels like miles.
And then he turns his head and he looks at me.
And he furrows his brow. And his blonde hair reflects in the sunlight. And he pulls up the right corner of his lip and he snarls. And his blue eyes- like the ocean- glimmer. And then he releases the snarl, and he looks at me and he furrows his brow and he does it once more.
And the miles becomes only one foot.
And then I smile.
And I know I’m in love.
I wonder if he is too, because frankly, he could give me one hundred more reasons to love him.
But all I need is one."

 

[Twlightdreamer]

I know this is breaking a major Lit taboo of resurrecting long dead threads... but I'm curious, would anyone be interested in this thread starting anew or posting to it again?

It's beautiful, creative, and different from anything we have on the Playground currently.