Desultory and Impulsive

[y=mx+b]

She looked at me unsurprised

"Why do I ask you these things? I know your answer every time I do."

A brief momentary glimpse of a smartass reply shot like lighting across my mind

But then I remembered the fantasy I was having about her prior to her interruption.
And with my cup in hand, I cozied my thoughts back around it.

 

[y=mx+b]

Shattering years of illusion building, here's an unflattering...

 

[y=mx+b]

No. It’s not.

For some probably not.
For others, certainly so.

 

[AngelicaS1780]

Shattering years of illusion building, here's an unflattering...

No. It’s not.

I'm with Fara on this one.

 

[y=mx+b]

I'm with Fara on this one.

The angle and perspective makes my dick look way the fuck bigger than it is. Don't fall for it.

 

[Inbef]

The angle and perspective makes my dick look way the fuck bigger than it is. Don't fall for it.

Don't give away our secret!

 

[Moochienanu]

The angle and perspective makes my dick look way the fuck bigger than it is. Don't fall for it.

Who said anything about your dick? *raises an eyebrow in interest*

ETA: Fara, I adore you.

 

[y=mx+b]

Who was talking about your dick?

Who said anything about your dick? *raises an eyebrow in interest*

ETA: Fara, I adore you.

I Did! Open up the damn pic and BLAM! Man meat and cub tummy. Can't miss it. It's all right there

 

[y=mx+b]

What makes you think we did not OPEN IT UP??!

Don’t be vexed. We like your pics.

The written mechanics of my previous post wasn't the most articulate. Not meant to be taken as an order, but meant rather to be read like... "So I opened up this guy's pic on this thread of his and BLAM! hairy gut and dick in my face"

 

[y=mx+b]

Don't give away our secret!

My bad.
Hopefully it didn't register with the couple people that look at this thread.

 

[y=mx+b]

Yet.
We are still here.

If there is any fault in this...

 

[catherinewheel77]

If there is any fault in this...

No fault whatsoever.

️️️️️

 

[y=mx+b]

Do cheese snobs share the same disdain they have for American cheese with Swiss cheese?

It's a thought I...

 

[Moochienanu]

Do cheese snobs share the same disdain they have for American cheese with Swiss cheese?

It's a thought I...

I am a fan of any smoked Gouda. And also this little-known, hard goat cheese called Midnight Moon. If I could eat entire wheels of it, I could. (And, if you came in a wheel...)

 

[y=mx+b]

I am a fan of any smoked Gouda. And also this little-known, hard goat cheese called Midnight Moon. If I could eat entire wheels of it, I could. (And, if you came in a wheel...)

Came in a wheel as in... blow my load in one? Or as in... package me up in one and have me delivered to your door?

 

[Moochienanu]

Came in a wheel as in... blow my load in one? Or as in... package me up in one and have me delivered to your door?

Hmmm... may I consider my options for a moment? Both sound quite delectable.

 

[y=mx+b]

Hmmm... may I consider my options for a moment? Both sound quite delectable.

Consider them for as long as you like. I got time.

Perhaps both could be arranged?

 

[Moochienanu]

Consider them for as long as you like. I got time.

Perhaps both could be arranged?

For a girl who is notorious for not being able to decide on simple things like ice creams, this seems like a happy medium.

 

[y=mx+b]

For a girl who is notorious for not being able to decide on simple things like ice creams, this seems like a happy medium.

Okay.

 

[y=mx+b]

No fault whatsoever.

️️️️️

This is good to know.

 

[y=mx+b]

No.
But I do like Cheese NIPS!

Never been a fan of Cheese NIPS or Goldfish crackers.

 

[y=mx+b]

It's an inexplicable desire
--need...
A want
To just fuck her

To feel that familiarity
That comfort
That dirty new feeling
Of doing something wrong
That feels so correct

I see her
And that's what I feel

I can see myself
In her
Ontop of her
Feeling that feeling
Thrusting into her
And asking her those words...

"Why does this feel so right?
Why does my body want you so much?"

Driving myself into her
Working my way towards orgasm
Chasing it
Never wanting to achieve it

Never wanting it
That moment
That want
Ever
To end

 

[y=mx+b]

The Machine belonged to her great grandfather.

It was antiquated.
A simple piece of machinery that lumbered along digging furrows for the livestock to drink from. It's claw like hands would pull trees up by the roots and crush cars for scrap.

It was rural class. Programmed enough to get by with little need of human interaction. Chain and hydraulic driven parts. And no functioning voice box.

Although it couldn't talk, it understood quite well. Once her grandfather was able to afford a newer model the old one was kept should it's parts be needed for something else.

Unused, she took to it as little girls do to such things. And although it stood as tall as a house, it accommodated her by stooping down for her to tie a tether around it's finger like a leash with which she would use to lead it around as though it were a puppy.

Her father and grandfather would remind her how it was machinery and as machinery goes it would be best not to get too attached to it.

She didn't. But at the same time, she did.

She would make picnic dates where she would teach it how to drink tea and eat little sandwiches. Although she knew it knew it neither drank tea or ate sandwiches she appreciated how it went through with the action anyway and at times felt as though it enjoyed doing so.

 

[y=mx+b]

She found an old spray can of paint and while the machine was sleeping she climbed and traversed the hulking terrain of it's metal body to where it's upper arm was and painted a heart with an arrow shooting through it.

She wrinkled her nose in dismay as parts of her artwork began to drip and run a bit. She had a thought of maybe trying to wipe the running paint off but thought twice about it.

With a hip hop down back to the ground she turned to face her friend and satisfyingly adimired her work.

"MACHINE!" she yelled.

"WAKE-UP!"

And with that whirring gears and a cacophony of pinging metal parts filled her joyful ears as her friend came back to life.

Taking her little hand as assistance the machine brought itself to it's knee and sluggishly stood. Towering high above everything else it watched as the little girl gleefully skip ran out into the sunlight.

"Come on!" She said. "It's a beautiful day!"

 

[AngelicaS1780]

You have drawn me in to this story.