Desultory and Impulsive

[85bird]

I've this memory of her you might like.

We were eating lunch outside this little bistro not too far from where I lived.

We were sitting at a table near the sidewalk
She was wearing a dress. The specifics of it have been lost to time.

But I do remember she wasn't wearing any panties.


We were talking our usual talk while contemplating the menu.

As is my nature I was observing the day, the people, the environment.

Behind me, walking down the sidewalk in her direction was a man similar in age to her. He looked to be just going about his day.


I looked to her and told her to spread her legs for him as he approached.

She had an incredulous look about her
But I knew the idea held much appeal to her.

I could not see her directly as her thighs spread ever-so-slightly enough. Through the expanded metal table top. But I knew she was exposed and I watched her face as she watched the gentleman make his way towards her behind me.

It was a curious experience
As by watching her I could by her expression precisely when he saw her as he walked by.

There was this rush in her.
An inhale where I resolved out of the equation
And it was just he and her
And she was open for him and him alone
Further cemented when I saw in her eyes
That they made eye contact
And she smirked a smirk
Letting him know
That what he saw was no accident
Before resuming her everyday look back towards me.

I think about the moment a lot
And how even though I was there
And how I orchestrated it

I still missed out on what he saw
And what he experienced
What his feelings were


It's a memory I play out over in my head
I can only imagine his perspective
The call of her body--
--how beautiful she was
The rush of wanting her
But having to keep walking by



It was such a a beautiful day.

Very hot....

 

[y=mx+b]

Very hot....

Thank you.

 

[sammyIammy]

I've this memory of her you might like.

We were eating lunch outside this little bistro not too far from where I lived.

We were sitting at a table near the sidewalk
She was wearing a dress. The specifics of it have been lost to time.

But I do remember she wasn't wearing any panties.


We were talking our usual talk while contemplating the menu.

As is my nature I was observing the day, the people, the environment.

Behind me, walking down the sidewalk in her direction was a man similar in age to her. He looked to be just going about his day.


I looked to her and told her to spread her legs for him as he approached.

She had an incredulous look about her
But I knew the idea held much appeal to her.

I could not see her directly as her thighs spread ever-so-slightly enough. Through the expanded metal table top. But I knew she was exposed and I watched her face as she watched the gentleman make his way towards her behind me.

It was a curious experience
As by watching her I could by her expression precisely when he saw her as he walked by.

There was this rush in her.
An inhale where I resolved out of the equation
And it was just he and her
And she was open for him and him alone
Further cemented when I saw in her eyes
That they made eye contact
And she smirked a smirk
Letting him know
That what he saw was no accident
Before resuming her everyday look back towards me.

I think about the moment a lot
And how even though I was there
And how I orchestrated it

I still missed out on what he saw
And what he experienced
What his feelings were


It's a memory I play out over in my head
I can only imagine his perspective
The call of her body--
--how beautiful she was
The rush of wanting her
But having to keep walking by



It was such a a beautiful day.

Maybe you witnessed the best part of what she shared. Her expression. She’s one of a kind

 

[y=mx+b]

Her body looked warm, soft, and inviting.
I wanted to slide my arms into her robe
And open it, exposing her all to my elements
And embrace her like a child does with it's mother. Yet, enter her like a warrior going into battle.

This was her magic over me
She had the protection I've longed to feel against all the unknowns in my life. And the knowledge of my desires my ego sought to destroy.

 

[y=mx+b]

...but that is neither here-nor-there and now is not the time to get caught up with crazy dames. Not when I gotta hunt down and kill my fuckhead brother before he gives our crispy chicken recipe to the dog people on Disalox 7.

 

[y=mx+b]

I fucked her asshole last night.
It was great.
She was laying on her back.

We started out missionary.
Chest to chest.
Still inside her.
I kissed my way down as far as I could

I sucked hard on her nipple.
Lifting her breast up with my mouth.
I rose up.
Releasing her.
Her body was hard.
Her breast was soft.

I drew my cock out from inside her.
Pushed it downward with my hand.
Until I felt the tight opening of her asshole.
I pushed forward.

She said "you are going to need more lube if you want to do that."

And I did want to do it.

So I got the coconut oil.
I gathered some on my fingers.
And pushed it inside of her.
I got more.
And spread it all along my cock.

She pulled up and spread her legs.
Exposing everything.
Her clit was thick, swollen, and an angry horny red.

I pushed my way into her.
She was tight and smooth and beautiful.
I bent forward on top of her
Taking her breast and nipple into my mouth once again.

She rocked her hips against my body.
Stroking her clit against my abdomen and pubic hair.

My hips stationary.
I could feel my body slide in and out of her
As she tightly fucked me elegantly.

 

[JustAnotherFlower]

I've missed your poetry, stories, and commentary. Glad to see you're back for a few.

 

[y=mx+b]

Who's a good girl?
YOU'RE a good girl!
Yes you are!
You are SUCH a good girl!

 

[JustAnotherFlower]

Who's a good girl?
YOU'RE a good girl!
Yes you are!
You are SUCH a good girl!

Me over here wondering if you're talking to a furbaby or a sugarbaby...

 

[y=mx+b]

Me over here wondering if you're talking to a furbaby or a sugarbaby...

I'm too poor to have a sugar baby

And quite honestly they seem to require a lot of work to maintain.

 

[cascadiabound]

Me over here wondering if you're talking to a furbaby or a sugarbaby...

I'm fine with being called a good girl (by that certain someone) even in that furbaby tone of voice. Just saying

 

[JustAnotherFlower]

I'm fine with being called a good girl (by that certain someone) even in that furbaby tone of voice. Just saying

Good point.

Sorry, @y=mx+b I was attempting to keep things light and fun (while being a touch confused), and did not mean to come off as if I was being judgey or anything negative like that.

 

[cascadiabound]

Good point.

Sorry, @y=mx+b I was attempting to keep things light and fun (while being a touch confused), and did not mean to come off as if I was being judgey or anything negative like that.

It's not my thread to say, but from my perspective your post felt fun and light, not judgey.

But I also completely heard in my head that lovey voice we all use with our beloved dogs
"Whose a good girl?"
...and having lost a beloved dog recently it makes me extra wistful for that pure unconditional love.

 

[y=mx+b]

Good point.

Sorry, @y=mx+b I was attempting to keep things light and fun (while being a touch confused), and did not mean to come off as if I was being judgey or anything negative like that.

Not judgy at all and taken in as you intended. I apologize for having caused you to second guess yourself

 

[y=mx+b]

It's not my thread to say, but from my perspective your post felt fun and light, not judgey.

But I also completely heard in my head that lovey voice we all use with our beloved dogs
"Whose a good girl?"
...and having lost a beloved dog recently it makes me extra wistful for that pure unconditional love.

The loss of a beloved pet cuts into the heart just a little differently. Made worse by a prevailing belief that it shouldn't.

Your loss is indeed a heavy one.

 

[cascadiabound]

The loss of a beloved pet cuts into the heart just a little differently. Made worse by a prevailing belief that it shouldn't.

Your loss is indeed a heavy one.

Thank you kindly.
He was a wonderful dog. I don't think I'll ever stop missing him.

(poof)

*whose a good boy???*

 

[y=mx+b]

Thank you kindly.
He was a wonderful dog. I don't think I'll ever stop missing him.
(poof!)

He was beautiful

 

[raindancer]

I am just here for the smut.

 

[rubydlite]

How happy to see this show up in my feed!!!

 

[y=mx+b]

I am just here for the smut.

I didn't want to touch her
I just wanted to be close to her
To see her
To feel the heat of her body
Pulse against my lips

I wanted to study
The rhythm of her breathing
The rise and fall of her chest
And imagine myself
Laying on top of her
Lightly
But strong

I didn't just love her
In company
As a person
I loved her
For how she took up time in my head
Smoothing over the drudgery of life
Filling me
With a want
To feel my fingers inside of her
To feel my mouth fill with her kiss--
--meeting mine.

I loved thinking about her
I love thinking of her

I love how these thoughts
Create these ideas
--of next time.

Next time...

Next time there will be rope
Next time there will be hair pulling
Next time my grasping hands
--will leave her breasts bruised...

Next time my longing for her will ache
--in real time
And my eyes will become glassy with a hurt
I will have to hide
--and punish her for causing me to feel it

Next time
I will fall in love again

And she will be in my thoughts
All the more.

 

[raindancer]

Next time.

 

[y=mx+b]

I remember her like a book
Who's content I've cognitively forgotten about
But yet can still feel.

On the shelf
In my hand
Being kept
Being held

It's all right there
She's all here
Unremembered
But still felt

Like a fog
Passing through the naked branches
Of a tree
Whose leaves have long fallen to the ground

There are no pictures
Just a sense that there once were

A candle lit flame
Casting fading and false shadows
An aging memory of something that was
--but also wasn't.