Desultory and Impulsive

[y=mx+b]

Beautiful pic. I love the shadows and framing.
I enjoy re-reading your thread.

Thank you

I would promise you new content in the weeks to come but what I'm sure you already know of men, that would be nothing but a bunch of lies.

 

[y=mx+b]

I don't know...I could achieve something good while awake...from what you achieved through sleep...just sayin'

If so... please take pics and share them with me.

 

[y=mx+b]

A woman needs to be fucked.

I mean really fucked.
Hard
And with absolute reckless abandonment
With no concern for how quick it ends

Seriously
Fuck her so hard it hurts
And she hopes for it to end

And make it end
...because she's not worth your time.

 

[mackkjackk]

Hey dude long time no see Hope you've been good over the past few years!

 

[y=mx+b]

I love how women are just so.... beautiful.

 

[y=mx+b]

Hey dude long time no see Hope you've been good over the past few years!

I been alright. No complaints worth sharing anyway.

 

[AlliaPotestas]

A woman needs to be fucked.

I mean really fucked.
Hard
And with absolute reckless abandonment
With no concern for how quick it ends

Seriously
Fuck her so hard it hurts
And she hopes for it to end

And make it end
...because she's not worth your time.

Beautiful lies, xx

 

[BadAmy]

A woman needs to be fucked.

I mean really fucked.
Hard
And with absolute reckless abandonment
With no concern for how quick it ends

Seriously
Fuck her so hard it hurts
And she hopes for it to end

And make it end
...because she's not worth your time.

You're not wrong...well until the end. If it's worth doing, it's worth doing well don't you think?

 

[y=mx+b]

You're not wrong...well until the end. If it's worth doing, it's worth doing well don't you think?

Nope.

 

[y=mx+b]

Beautiful lies, xx

You are free to believe what you will.

 

[y=mx+b]

He threw a stone and watched it skip
She didn't interest him anymore

Women didn't interest him anymore.

Well...










not the ones like her.

 

[y=mx+b]

The stone skipped once...

...then dropped under the surface of the water
Never to be seen of
Ever again.

She sat and watched him from her usual spot
Close enough to see him
But not close enough
For her sight to be felt

Though he could not feel her
She could feel him
And it made her feel foolish
As if she were projecting how she wanted him to feel

so she had reason to feel that way as well
--and not know why.

But she knew why
And she didn't want to be alone in it all.

He stood there
She willed him to pick up another stone
And try to skip it better than the last

He did
But with even less effort.

 

[y=mx+b]

I have an artist friend by way of Instagram
That has this crazy satanic industrial EDM bondage type style to the pin-up art that he draws.

Much of his work
Makes me think of her
And how she makes me feel inside
When I think about her when I allow myself
To think about her


I don't talk about it anymore
Mostly because I don't want to get caught up in my own web--coming to believe that what I feel is real.

And felt on a mutual level.



So I've shut up
And am doing what I can
To teach myself how
To keep such thoughts
Shuttered.

 

[y=mx+b]

I just may have made it sound more dramatic than it is.

And perhaps at times... it feels that way
Just how I presented it.

But for the most part
It's business as usual

The want to "go there"
But... maintaining

Acknowledging

And moving on from there.

 

[y=mx+b]

The fact remains...

I love her. Deeply.


And I always will.

 

[y=mx+b]

I'm in a new work environment and I let the fact that depression is very much a part of my life slip.

It caught both me and the woman I was working with off guard as the conversation prior to the slip was light and pleasant.

It was about holiday seasons and she asked which one brought me the most joy.

I tried thinking my way around the question not wanting to tell her that there wasn't one just as I was saying that exact same thing.

There wasn't one...
I have a bit of a depressed type of personality...

her eyes darted back and forth as she searched the two hemispheres of her brain for how to reply... and to search my eyes for a strain of just-joking bullshit.

Finding nothing she did what nondepressives do and began to relay stories about friends who are medicated and one that took their own life...

I listened
Because listening is important
And all she wanted to do was relate to me

But all I wanted to say was "could you please stop? Its okay. Im okay. Let's go back to having our light conversation as it was really making time slide effortlessly by for me."

But it was too late and I had to make due with my slip.

 

[y=mx+b]

I want to do things to a woman that wants things done to her--violently.

 

[y=mx+b]

I just had a fleeting thought...

A lucid daydream
Of using my index finger
To dry fuck a woman's asshole

Studying how it felt
The difficulty of pushing it in
Feeling her will fight me

And breaking it

Even if it meant
I had to make her pass out

I would do anything to her
That would get that same finger
To touch the smooth surface of her eyeball.

 

[Arianthe]

I want to do things to a woman that wants things done to her--violently.

Well now... I could do with having the fuck slapped out of me.

I don't know what feels worse: The blatant need to be destroyed, or the "sensible" decision not to give in to that degree of self-destruction.

 

[y=mx+b]

Well now... I could do with having the fuck slapped out of me.

I don't know what feels worse: The blatant need to be destroyed, or the "sensible" decision not to give in to that degree of self-destruction.

I wish I could oblige you. Having this sadistic drive inside kinda fucking sucks.

Just once I would like to give a woman the full 120% I know I have inside of me.

If only I were confident in my ability to do it safely.

 

[y=mx+b]

I wish my wife and I were able to have childern.

 

[y=mx+b]

I wish I knew how to go about, and were better able to build social capital.

 

[y=mx+b]

She cried out
At the sensation of my body
Entering into hers.

Part of me thought it wanted to feel bad
Luckily for me that part
Wasn't my cock.

I stuffed the regret and shame
A normal man would probably feel
Between my slack balls
Bashing up against her clit
And it felt great

She felt great

Exactly like the weak piece of shit
I knew she would be
The moment her knees gave out.

 

[y=mx+b]

She thought she was ready for the hit
But when his fist made contact with her abdomen
She realized how mistaken she was

Uncontrollably, her body gave out
And it was everything she wanted to feel

The fear and feeling to fight
Was still there
Deep inside her
But it was all so useless
As the side of her face hit the ground
With the kind of force that felt as though she had been thrown down by him

But she wasn't
He merely stepped aside and let her drop on her own

The moment gravity had finished with her
He started

And he was fast about it
She hadn't even been able to take in a breath
When she felt the fabric of her slacks cut into her body

No knives
No nothing
Just grip of his hands
Ripping her bottoms off

Panties and all

 

[y=mx+b]

She loved his hatred of her
When he did such things to her
She knew she had him

She knew she broke him

She knew...

She knew he knew she didn't want him to
But yet when he did
It gave her a sense of accomplishment

So he did
And each time he did
Was more violent--
--more brutal than the last

Part of her wanted to feel bad
Bad for pushing him
--provoking him
...raping his sensibilities

But lucky for her
That part of her wasn't her vagina

She cried out the first breath she was able to manage
Just as she felt his cock enter into her body

He knew how to hurt her just right
He knew how to fuck her just right

He knew how she how she felt about him

And she hated every goddamn thing about it.