In Your Bed

[AlotLikePsyche]

I want to masturbate in your bed.
Feel your sheets on me.
Rest my head on your pillow.
Tuck your covers neatly under my shoulders and feet.

I want to touch your personal items first, though.
Hold your computer in my lap.
Wear your watch.
Fondle your dirty clothes.
Kiss and pet your favorite hat.

I want to bite your blankets and smell you on them.

I want to say out loud to the photo on your nightstand, "Please let me come, Joel. Please."

I want your furniture to watch me, see me.
Your walls to hear me whisper and moan.
Your windows and floors to remember and miss me.

I want to leave my sweat behind for you to find.

 

[lovetoread]

I want to masturbate in your bed.
Feel your sheets on me.
Rest my head on your pillow.
Tuck your covers neatly under my shoulders and feet.

I want to touch your personal items first, though.
Hold your computer in my lap.
Wear your watch.
Suck on your dirty clothes.
Kiss and pet your favorite hat.

I want to bite your blankets and smell your smell.

I want to say out loud to a photo on your nightstand, "Please let me come, Joel. Please."

I want your furniture to watch me, see me.
Your walls to hear me whimper and moan.
Your windows and floors to remember and miss me.

I want to leave my sweat behind for you to find.

but we've only just met!!

 

[AlotLikePsyche]

but we've only just met!!

Yeah. I get that a lot. Boundary issues, blah, blah, blah...

 

[IrezumiKiss]

I want to masturbate in your bed.
Feel your sheets on me.
Rest my head on your pillow.
Tuck your covers neatly under my shoulders and feet.

I want to touch your personal items first, though.
Hold your computer in my lap.
Wear your watch.
Suck on your dirty clothes.
Kiss and pet your favorite hat.

I want to bite your blankets and smell your smell.

I want to say out loud to a photo on your nightstand, "Please let me come, Joel. Please."

I want your furniture to watch me, see me.
Your walls to hear me whimper and moan.
Your windows and floors to remember and miss me.

I want to leave my sweat behind for you to find.

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*swiftly switches out closeout sale-bought Martha Stewart Living sheets with 1020 thread-count Egyptian cotton sateen Sferra Capri King Flat Sheets*

 

[Liar]

*sigh* Fine, but you'll have to bring the photo of whoever this Joel fella is.

 

[La damnee elle la licorne]

 

[Rightguide]

I want to masturbate in your bed.
Feel your sheets on me.
Rest my head on your pillow.
Tuck your covers neatly under my shoulders and feet.

I want to touch your personal items first, though.
Hold your computer in my lap.
Wear your watch.
Suck on your dirty clothes.
Kiss and pet your favorite hat.

I want to bite your blankets and smell your smell.

I want to say out loud to a photo on your nightstand, "Please let me come, Joel. Please."

I want your furniture to watch me, see me.
Your walls to hear me whimper and moan.
Your windows and floors to remember and miss me.

I want to leave my sweat behind for you to find.

Fine, but try not to wipe your sopping pussy on the drapes on the way out, they're a lot harder to clean. Thanks.

 

[Hard_Rom]

Hands off the hat!

 

[MelissaBaby]

I don't want to do Joel's laundry.

 

[AlotLikePsyche]

*swiftly switches out closeout sale-bought Martha Stewart Living sheets with 1020 thread-count Egyptian cotton sateen Sferra Capri King Flat Sheets*

Adorable. Thoughtfulness and enthusiasm get me every time.

I don't mind rough sheets.

*sigh* Fine, but you'll have to bring the photo of whoever this Joel fella is.

That may prove to be a challenge.

Unless, wait. Are you Joel?

I thought I was being a little dirty bringing a cuppa tea to bed.

My mind is filthy, and follows me everywhere.

Fine, but try not to wipe your sopping pussy on the drapes on the way out, they're a lot harder to clean. Thanks.

You're gonna clean me off your stuff after? That kinda ruins it for me.

Hands off the hat!

Bummer. I'm especially interested in the hat.

I don't want to do Joel's laundry.

We have that in common. I don't want you to do Joel's laundry either.

 

[butters]

I want to masturbate in your bed.
Feel your sheets on me.
Rest my head on your pillow.
Tuck your covers neatly under my shoulders and feet.

I want to touch your personal items first, though.
Hold your computer in my lap.
Wear your watch.
Suck on your dirty clothes.
Kiss and pet your favorite hat.

I want to bite your blankets and smell your smell.

I want to say out loud to a photo on your nightstand, "Please let me come, Joel. Please."

I want your furniture to watch me, see me.
Your walls to hear me whimper and moan.
Your windows and floors to remember and miss me.

I want to leave my sweat behind for you to find.

you're the real estate agent here for the open house day? damn, i thought you'd just want to smell the coffee and see fresh flowers in the vase... whaddaya know.

 

[Lancecastor]

you're the real estate agent here for the open house day? damn, i thought you'd just want to smell the coffee and see fresh flowers in the vase... whaddaya know.

You have him selling the house already?

You move fast!

 

[Disgustipated]

Call me Joel again and I'll bury you in my soiled sheets.

Also, that's hot. Nice work.

 

[AlotLikePsyche]

you're the real estate agent here for the open house day? damn, i thought you'd just want to smell the coffee and see fresh flowers in the vase... whaddaya know.

Maybe.

Coffee and flowers are nice. But, pretty little things out on display are never quite as tempting.

You have him selling the house already?

You move fast!

You make me laugh.

Call me Joel again and I'll bury you in my soiled sheets.

Also, that's hot. Nice work.

Thank you. Joel.

Sure hope he thinks so, too. Restraining orders are such a drag.

 

[Tryharder62]

I have a sleep number bed. My sleep number is 65. Don't touch it.


(Yes 65...it goes by 5's so no 69)

 

[Ms_Ann]

I would post something witty but I hate to be multiquoted.

 

[AlotLikePsyche]

I would post something witty but I hate to be multiquoted.

How careless of me. I couldn't agree more. You deserve a response of your very own.

 

[cleaver]

the fuck... !

nice plotz - your blurt.

was looking at what it chummed
(before it edits)

yes. arom-odors...
bass player solid.

you've played this course before... ?

 

[AlotLikePsyche]

I have a sleep number bed. My sleep number is 65. Don't touch it.


(Yes 65...it goes by 5's so no 69)

You have a sleep number bed. That sort of intimate detail appeals to me.

I would never change the sleep number. Never. I'm too unreasonably sentimental for that. The thought of it offends me a little, even pains me a little. Any unnecessary departure from your (his) reality ruins it for me.

The fantasy comes from a place of deep longing to feel closer, much closer, to someone who will never, ever invite me in. Thereby making him more attractive and irresistible to me, of course.

Fucking women. We're the worst. Only ever wanting what we can't have.

 

[AlotLikePsyche]

the fuck... !

nice plotz - your blurt.

was looking at what it chummed
(before it edits)

yes. arom-odors...
bass player solid.

you've played this course before... ?

Thank you, I think.

I just googled plotz, blurt, chummed, arom and bass. Safe to say I may misunderstand you. Sorry.

Yes and no. No, I've never done this. And, yes, I have wanted to do this sort of thing before.

 

[Saint Peter]

My sleep number is 244,896,454,698,545.

 

[AlotLikePsyche]

My sleep number is 244,896,454,698,545.

Ha!

Finally. My soul mate.

 

[AlotLikePsyche]

Please, my love.

I ache for you. Itch for you.

I want to slip in to bed beside you and fondle you in your sleep.

Comb your beard and kiss each one of your closed, perfect eyelids.

Rub your open chest, and belly, and balls, and thighs.

Lick and suck your fingers, and pull them in to my mouth and throat.

Place your various parts inside me and keep them there without your consent.