Who Is Crossing Your Mind Right Now 2

[Carmina24]

Someone special drifts across my mind just now -
the one who lights up my world without even trying.
He make me laugh in the kind of way that lingers,
like a smile I can’t quite shake.

Moments of tenderness with him are soft lanterns,
gentle and golden, filling the quiet spaces with joy.
And then there are the sparks—
the heat that flares like a match in the dark,
turning my whole universe molten for a heartbeat.

It’s not just the way he touched my world -
it’s the way his mind works.
Sharp, clever, endlessly curious—
He speaks and my pulse stutters,
because every word is a brush of heat and brilliance.

He is the calm in my chest…
and the fire that licks at the edges of my restraint.
Even in silence, he stays with me -
a hum of warmth, wit, and wild wanting.

 

[Your_enigmatic_escape]

There's a brunette from South Carolina I can't get out of my head. She was my friend, my queen. Things with us were better than great for just a short while until I went and messed things up. Even though it's been a while, she runs through my thoughts quite often. Her profile remains here on lit, however there's no evidence she's been on the site in a while. No doubt she's moved far beyond me.

It reminds me of the Goo Goo Dolls song "Name"--- I think about you all the time, but I don't need the same. (if) It's lonely where you are come back down and I won't tell em' your name.

 

[AnalCreampieGiver]

Someone I probably shouldn't be thinking about

 

[cocokittysurprise]

Not a person, but a place.

 

[Esslemont]

Ricky in the lumber yard at Rona.
Just a friendly head’s up….you’re cock-eyed….bad.

Granted….you’re a kid…..God Bless you for working….but you are going to start walking on a slant soon. A 2 x 4 x 8 shouldn’t look like a U.

Go tug one off my friend…..straightens me out every time.

 

[Carmina24]

The Gentleman, The Beast, and the Sin

He comes as a gentleman - velvet voice, patient hands, his gaze a soft cage I do not wish to escape.
The world sees him as restraint, but I see the shadow inside his smile, the soft invitation to ruin.

Beneath the polished armor, the beast waits.
It does not roar - it watches.
It counts the beats of my pulse, the tremor in my breath when his hand lingers too near my skin.

But it is his mind that makes me ache.
Brilliant. Calculated. He unravels me thought by thought, finding the part of me that whispers yes before my lips dare move.
His words are keys. His silence, a lock clicking open.

And then, the sin - the one I have tasted in my own imagination a hundred nights alone.
To feel that velvet mouth claim mine. To let his hand tighten in my hair. To hear the gentleman’s voice break
as the beast finally takes.

I want to sin in the dark with him, with my back against the door, with his mind reading every shiver, and his body making promises that daylight cannot forgive.

And I will.
Because some sins are not mistakes -
they are destinies we undress for.

 

[munch2much]

The Gentleman, The Beast, and the Sin

He comes as a gentleman - velvet voice, patient hands, his gaze a soft cage I do not wish to escape.
The world sees him as restraint, but I see the shadow inside his smile, the soft invitation to ruin.

Beneath the polished armor, the beast waits.
It does not roar - it watches.
It counts the beats of my pulse, the tremor in my breath when his hand lingers too near my skin.

But it is his mind that makes me ache.
Brilliant. Calculated. He unravels me thought by thought, finding the part of me that whispers yes before my lips dare move.
His words are keys. His silence, a lock clicking open.

And then, the sin - the one I have tasted in my own imagination a hundred nights alone.
To feel that velvet mouth claim mine. To let his hand tighten in my hair. To hear the gentleman’s voice break
as the beast finally takes.

I want to sin in the dark with him, with my back against the door, with his mind reading every shiver, and his body making promises that daylight cannot forgive.

And I will.
Because some sins are not mistakes -
they are destinies we undress for.

Gulp. Wow.
Is your mind always so sinfully eloquent?

 

[Carmina24]

Gulp. Wow.
Is your mind always so sinfully eloquent?

Just sinful

 

[munch2much]

Just sinful

Then you are probably on the most appropriate website. Your inbox must be dripping with activity!

 

[CEOescape]

Three someones.

One who isn't interested. One who isn't available. And one who is no longer with us.

interesting tell me more

 

[barefootgirl69]

interesting tell me more

He hasn't been here in a long time.

 

[Carmina24]

Some friends stay safe in the harbor.
Captain? He steals my anchor and dares me to sail naked into the storm.

He’s the one who slips into my thoughts with that wicked grin, whispering, ‘Push it further… make them gasp… make them beg for the next line.’

He’s my mentor, my mischief, my favorite kind of trouble. Under his guidance, my stories don’t just live—they smolder. They tempt. They ruin the innocent and reward the bold.

Captain, you are the spark under my skin, the storm in my pen, and the reason my words sometimes come with bite marks.

 

[Pad_Foot]

Humph. I lost all my followers
I’d best follow Burr’s advice and post less and certainly pm far far less!!!
Odd that Burr knew about computers and sex based websites
Hamilton should have taken his advice and fucked around less!!

 

[TongueLust]

BEG.

 

[Mrtenant]

Wednesday Addams

 

[Sexy_Singer]

I'm feeling rather blankish.

 

[AtramentousRex]

Lost friends and lost loves.

 

[~Elizabeth~]

Someone I lost.

 

[MRSassySheDevil]

Sitting in this empty house missing my wife.....

 

[LostHorizon]

She know who she is…

 

[SimplyMsT]

Stuff ...

 

[LatinaCarmen1980]

Him

 

[barefootgirl69]

Bat man

 

[Stan_the_skin]

A busty bbw hmmmm

 

[Carmina24]

Him

I know the way he looks at me - like a wolf measuring distance to prey.
Eyes sharp, steady, holding me still while he decides how best to take me apart.

His voice is no safer.
Low. Controlled. Each word deliberate,
as if he’s tasting me in syllables before he ever tastes me in truth.
It can make me laugh - bright, reckless - and just as quickly drag me into silence where I can feel the heat coil low in my belly.

We already have our private language.
Inside jokes like tripwires, phrases that sound harmless to anyone else, but make me think of teeth on skin, fingers curled in hair, the sound of my own breath breaking.

And the danger - it’s always there, in the space between us.
A tension wound so tight that I know when we finally move,
it will be violent in its beauty.
No polite surrender.
Only the kind of ruin you don’t survive unchanged.

I know his eyes.
His voice.
The way his presence feels like a hand at the back of my neck.

I just don’t know his name yet.
He’ll tell me -
once we meet here in Lit.