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Interested_Girl
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Lame.
Desultory and Impulsive
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Lame.
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I understand.
It's offensive
Absurd
To some.
To others... lame.
My thoughts and wants go on.
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AlliaPotestas
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Too original to be lame... you are something else I can’t quite put my finger on... perhaps I shouldn’t try, I may retreat back to lurking and let you carry on with your thoughts and wants, x
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I miss her intimacy.
You know?
That feeling of being in the city
Surrounded by people that I don't know
But yet
Still held me.
Held me in a collective embrace
Of not talking
And no eye contact.
Of just being there
Below a blanket of fridged cold
Waiting for the bus.
Making love to me.
While alone.
Clutching myself
To keep warm.
Dancing with me
As I stood
So far away
Swaying
To pump life
Back into frostbitten toes
To the soundtrack
Of an indie radio station
Playing a song
I wanted to send her
But couldn't
Because it ended.
The city now
Is too far away.
A distant kiss
That time
Paved over.
I don't even remember
The smell of her hair
Against the blush of my lips.
Or the taste of her kiss.
All I remember
Is feeling the dread
Mute love has
Upon letting go.
You know?
That feeling of being in the city
Surrounded by people that I don't know
But yet
Still held me.
Held me in a collective embrace
Of not talking
And no eye contact.
Of just being there
Below a blanket of fridged cold
Waiting for the bus.
Making love to me.
While alone.
Clutching myself
To keep warm.
Dancing with me
As I stood
So far away
Swaying
To pump life
Back into frostbitten toes
To the soundtrack
Of an indie radio station
Playing a song
I wanted to send her
But couldn't
Because it ended.
The city now
Is too far away.
A distant kiss
That time
Paved over.
I don't even remember
The smell of her hair
Against the blush of my lips.
Or the taste of her kiss.
All I remember
Is feeling the dread
Mute love has
Upon letting go.
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My chest hair is long
My wife loves it when I'm on top of her
And lightly glide my body across hers
Just so
And in such a way
That only my chest hair
Brushes up against the underside of her breasts
And across her nipples
The sensation of it
Makes her feel warm to me.
I will sometimes
Do something similar
When she is on her hands and knees
I confess...
It makes me feel more animal-like
And she seems to like it as well
I have a difficult time
Imagining I will ever trim my chest hair ever again
I remember the appeal of it
I never fully shaved my chest
But I took enough off
To get the idea of what skin on skin felt like
It was appealing. I guess.
I mostly did it for looks.
I'm no more confident now.
I don't much care for how I look shirtless
Trimmed or not
Although I'm on the bed, above the covers, laying here naked as I write this... the idea of a shirtless me strikes me laughable. I just see no reason for it.
Of course... we are months away from August.
My wife loves it when I'm on top of her
And lightly glide my body across hers
Just so
And in such a way
That only my chest hair
Brushes up against the underside of her breasts
And across her nipples
The sensation of it
Makes her feel warm to me.
I will sometimes
Do something similar
When she is on her hands and knees
I confess...
It makes me feel more animal-like
And she seems to like it as well
I have a difficult time
Imagining I will ever trim my chest hair ever again
I remember the appeal of it
I never fully shaved my chest
But I took enough off
To get the idea of what skin on skin felt like
It was appealing. I guess.
I mostly did it for looks.
I'm no more confident now.
I don't much care for how I look shirtless
Trimmed or not
Although I'm on the bed, above the covers, laying here naked as I write this... the idea of a shirtless me strikes me laughable. I just see no reason for it.
Of course... we are months away from August.
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raindancer writes...
Thank you raindancer! The use of both on their own is such a gamble these days
The cunt word is like the moist word
Some find them to be killjoys while others couldn't care less while others yet; when used in certain contexts, find them to be erotic.
Much like me!
I guess :/
Thank you raindancer! The use of both on their own is such a gamble these days
The cunt word is like the moist word
Some find them to be killjoys while others couldn't care less while others yet; when used in certain contexts, find them to be erotic.
Much like me!
I guess :/
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ab724u writes...
Hey that's crazy talk!
Or not.
I'm really not one to say one way or another.
Hey that's crazy talk!
Or not.
I'm really not one to say one way or another.
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Icy1 writes....
Pics of you naked in the streets would be the only way to get me believe you. Yep. Make it happen.
Pics of you naked in the streets would be the only way to get me believe you. Yep. Make it happen.
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Icy1 also writes....
You dirty dirty fetishist!
There ought to be some sort of online forum for people like you to be people like you
!
You dirty dirty fetishist!
There ought to be some sort of online forum for people like you to be people like you
!
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RubiDia writes...
I confess...
I like how women look covered by semen.
The problem is that in most gangbang bukkaki (sp?) movies the woman ends up gargling a mouth full of spunk and it bubbles all over and well... it just doesnt do it for me. Pretty much makes me go limp right there.
I confess...
I like how women look covered by semen.
The problem is that in most gangbang bukkaki (sp?) movies the woman ends up gargling a mouth full of spunk and it bubbles all over and well... it just doesnt do it for me. Pretty much makes me go limp right there.
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Well then
ThIs calls for something off the top of my head!
A slow print something
A mind of a heart
Walking slowly
Through thoughts
Of how it used to be
You know...
Like how it was like
The feel of ink
Going into skin
Words sinking into eyes
Falling freely
Into a moment
Of hands held
Across screens
Of high composit glass
Getting stoned
Just to see deeper
Into that feeling
Felt
Of just... hanging out
Staying up late
Talking about everything
And nothing
But not nothing
A nothing
Only touch knew
And we took after it.
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DéjàNu writes...
I have my moments. Age is making them fewer and further in between. But they still happen.
ohhhhh yes you are!
I have my moments. Age is making them fewer and further in between. But they still happen.
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AlliaPotestas writes...
Oh... you should try putting a finger on it
...and push it deeply in.
But only if your mouth is around me.
Yep.
Oh... you should try putting a finger on it
...and push it deeply in.
But only if your mouth is around me.
Yep.
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And now ...on with the show.
I want to fuck my wife.
I can't because she is not here.
She is working a night shift.
I sleep less when she is not sleeping with me.
I miss her.
It's stupid because I shouldn't.
But I do.
We aren't apart all that much.
The longest we've been away from each other has been a week. Maybe two.
It's weird
I think about that fact quite often.
We both know couples who spend weekends away to weeks away from each other
We know other couples that work opposite shifts of each other and wouldn't have it any other way
And it works for them.
I guess there's an appeal to it.
To not spending so much time together
To being a part
And missing each other
And looking forward to coming back together
The rabid wild fucking
Or just the renewed sense of security upon returning home after time away
I don't know...
That kind of feast and famine type of thing strikes me exhausting.
The fevered rejoicing slowly giving way to a growing boredom and animosity of familiarity, to counting the days or hours until the one or both parties go their separate ways.
But then... always being together I guess is equally exhausting. The luxury of being able to fuck whenever sorta takes that feverish desperation away
But yet, there is just something about it you know? A security. The shared company of casual love making...
It's just... comforting.
I want to fuck my wife.
I can't because she is not here.
She is working a night shift.
I sleep less when she is not sleeping with me.
I miss her.
It's stupid because I shouldn't.
But I do.
We aren't apart all that much.
The longest we've been away from each other has been a week. Maybe two.
It's weird
I think about that fact quite often.
We both know couples who spend weekends away to weeks away from each other
We know other couples that work opposite shifts of each other and wouldn't have it any other way
And it works for them.
I guess there's an appeal to it.
To not spending so much time together
To being a part
And missing each other
And looking forward to coming back together
The rabid wild fucking
Or just the renewed sense of security upon returning home after time away
I don't know...
That kind of feast and famine type of thing strikes me exhausting.
The fevered rejoicing slowly giving way to a growing boredom and animosity of familiarity, to counting the days or hours until the one or both parties go their separate ways.
But then... always being together I guess is equally exhausting. The luxury of being able to fuck whenever sorta takes that feverish desperation away
But yet, there is just something about it you know? A security. The shared company of casual love making...
It's just... comforting.
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My head hurts
And my lungs burn
A heavy full feeling
Fills me with the kind of ache
That laying in bed fills a person with
When that's all they've been able to do for the day
If I relax my diaphragm and breathe shallow and easy
I'll be okay
But the slightest stagger
Will send me into a coughing fit
So much so it tips the scale of my fever
And I'll break out into a sweat
Which will thus cool my skin quickly
But not my body
Resulting in the annoying state of having the chills
It's all pretty beautiful really
The edge
You know?
The place where control
Counts on you
And my lungs burn
A heavy full feeling
Fills me with the kind of ache
That laying in bed fills a person with
When that's all they've been able to do for the day
If I relax my diaphragm and breathe shallow and easy
I'll be okay
But the slightest stagger
Will send me into a coughing fit
So much so it tips the scale of my fever
And I'll break out into a sweat
Which will thus cool my skin quickly
But not my body
Resulting in the annoying state of having the chills
It's all pretty beautiful really
The edge
You know?
The place where control
Counts on you
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Day 2.
Or maybe it's day 4
I don't know
No more than love knows
3 miles beyond the overpass
Where I once stood
Throwing stones into a memory
I thought I could hold forever
Such things...
They fail me.
Words slip into a void
And touch is lost
Like a passing season
An illness you thought you'd never overcome
But it happens
And a new day
Gains traction.
Or maybe it's day 4
I don't know
No more than love knows
3 miles beyond the overpass
Where I once stood
Throwing stones into a memory
I thought I could hold forever
Such things...
They fail me.
Words slip into a void
And touch is lost
Like a passing season
An illness you thought you'd never overcome
But it happens
And a new day
Gains traction.
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You don't
Don't
Touch
No words
Across my love
No heart
Speaks like it used to
Not behind the lids of my eyes
Like they used to
No touch upon my skin
Like a satin lust
Thrusting in a spoken hush
Around the corner
Away from a sight seen
Under the gossamer
Of sweat sheen flesh
Fucking to fuck
Just to feel that rush of youth
Caught up in a heat read once
In a book
Online
In a forum
A thread
Of quilted fabric
Forgotten in an attic
Of some old farmhouse
Of someone's life
Never fully lived
Except in the fantasy
You...
....stepped out
and away from.
Don't
Touch
No words
Across my love
No heart
Speaks like it used to
Not behind the lids of my eyes
Like they used to
No touch upon my skin
Like a satin lust
Thrusting in a spoken hush
Around the corner
Away from a sight seen
Under the gossamer
Of sweat sheen flesh
Fucking to fuck
Just to feel that rush of youth
Caught up in a heat read once
In a book
Online
In a forum
A thread
Of quilted fabric
Forgotten in an attic
Of some old farmhouse
Of someone's life
Never fully lived
Except in the fantasy
You...
....stepped out
and away from.
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