Desultory and Impulsive

It was transactional sex
The kind that started out missionary
And ended missionary
With thrusting in between

No words were said
Some eye contact
And an exchange of smiles
One gives a passing stranger
On the street.
 
Warnings of a tropical depression
Forming just off the coast
Were ignored.
 
Before we fucked she said
I like that you read poetry

And I was reading poetry
A compilation book of poetry

Contemporary poets from no later than the 70's

And I fucked her
As if I were from one then.
 
That
There
Where her cunt was
My face was

My tongue licked her
Wet
Like the hot day rain
That was this Memorial

Off she went
With my fingers sliding inside
Clit
Hood
Urethra
Labia
Asshole

Smells of sweat wet
Shower clean

The air conditioned cool
My thrusting
Her climax wasn't yet
But would be

I waited
Felt her breathing
Like a student
Watching
Learning from her body
Adapting

Watching
Always

Feeling her
Seeing her
The smoothness of her
Inside

My subject
My smooth
Smooth
Subject.
 
How to grill pork chops

Direct medium heat
8-10 minutes
Turn once mid-way through

Grill until internal temps reach 150°F

Let rest on plate for 5 min.
 
This is like when you text someone you like and pretend you don’t know who they are... “Whose number is this?”
Come on.
We’ve all been there.

Nah. Seems like a legit mistake. I've done the same thing to myself posting one of my post thinking it was on my thread when lo it was someone else's.

Oh the burning degree of stupidity I felt.
 
So anyways I did some investigating to see which thread lookinaround intended to post in and what they wished to post

Lead me to boobies. Was not disappointed.
 
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I
Like you
Born naked
Into this world
Alone
Surrounded

Calling out
Mother
...father

Someone

Love
Protection

Longing for an embrace

For meaning

To belong
And wanted

Later
...to be lusted for


The celestial bodies
Do not know this

Not even the terra
Of which our naked
...soon to be clothed feet
Knows of this

This cold clockwork
Unaffected by our existence.
 
"My love"

I said to her

"Look up at the sky!
The sun!
The birds of flight!
Flying throughout the lifeblood
Which you and I breath in!
That which surrounds our bodies
Naked!
Fills our lungs!
Just as we
Fill each other!
As we make love
And kiss so passionately
The bare flesh
We were so beautifully born into!

Look up my love!

That is everything of which
I find so beautiful in you!"
 
Once you've perfected the art of pissing with an erection, the distance and force of which you are able to piss is almost comical to what you are used to

It makes such a satisfying squirt sound as well
 
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You scream out STELLA!!! I need a HAND!

And, you see, she comes a-running’.

Bonus points when she kneels and licks the last drop.


*wanders off to the fetish board*

I see your street car and raise you a last tango in telling you to be sure to grab some butter as you wander off to those other boards.
 
See...

Now you got me thinking about sodomizing a woman with a semi-frozen stick of butter.

Pushing it in.
Watching her asshole stretch around it
It melting, and as it did, adding more lubricant.

Pushing it all the way in
Watching her body close around it

It... still frozen
The dull cramp inducing ache of being full... then... cramps of a different kind

Watching her struggle
Fighting her struggle
Fighting the urgent need to shit. No matter how cleaned out she was beforehand.

Perhaps I'd stick a plug in her
Perhaps I'd press down on her abdomen
Perhaps I'd be there, stopwatch in hand. Timing her to see how long she could keep it all in. Ready to tell her how I think she could do better after she failed.
 
Waking up earlier than I want to be awake is one of the greater annoyances in my life. Particularly when it happens unaided.

There's no goddamn reason for me to have woken up. But I did and I'm rather quite pissed off about it.
 
Waking up earlier than I want to be awake is one of the greater annoyances in my life. Particularly when it happens unaided.

There's no goddamn reason for me to have woken up. But I did and I'm rather quite pissed off about it.

I really hate when that happens, and am commiserating entirely.

I swear, if sleep was a person, my love-hate relationship with her would be epic.
 
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