Desultory and Impulsive

[y=mx+b]

pa-dink
pa-dink
pa-dink

Went the sound of the oil can as she scurried about his body looking for all the bits of him that moved and articulated.

She wasn't sure what she was doing but she was confident in doing it. Making sure that all the parts got some but not too much.

 

[y=mx+b]

You have drawn me in to this story.

 

[y=mx+b]

They had wandered about the valley. Being as small as she was he paced himself in such a manner that gave her quit a distance away. But not so much that couldn't be covered by a single step.

His steps were heavy and hard and the immediate ground shook with a thud

To him she was like a little mouse in the grass wheedling about looking for trinkets and treasures.

They came upon a clearing to rest. She climbed up a tree. Feet square, the machine lowered itself to the ground and stopped once it's knees reached it's chest and the earth supported it's full weight.

Without prompt the machine brought it's huge forearm within reaching distance of her where she unlatched a little compartment and pulled out a sandwich.

From the branch upon which she sat, her feet dangled and swung in the air. She contentedly began munching her sandwich, contemplating why some days the sky is just as blue as it was whereas other days it's only kind of blue.

 

[y=mx+b]

In the midst of the field she looked for flowers.

Given the opportunity; when the opportunity presented such ideas to her, she liked to create little games to challenge the machine. As well as herself. But mostly for the machine because she had come to figure out that a lot of figuring out came from the observation of other things figuring things out.

"MACHINE!" She yelled, standing small between his feet

"FIND SOMETHING PRETTY!"

The machine paused for a moment then began looking around the greenery and nature. And there were plenty of things that were pretty but she didn't know what it was that it thought was pretty and a slight smirk spread across her lips because another part of figuring things out was the watching of other things having difficulty figuring the things out that were so obvious to you.

The machine looked to be pondering and then with loud steps set off. The ground shook with each purposeful step until it disappeared over the horizon.

She waited for what felt like forever but it was only a couple minutes before the rhythmic mechanized thud of the ground got closer and she could see him return. His silhouette standing tall over the tree tops.

He returned with a complete tractor-trailer clutched crumpled in his hand.

He presented it to her and she thought for a second that for him it kind of made sense.

He dropped the whole works to the ground then stooped down to study it.

With delicate whirring sounds he took hold of the mirror on the door between his thumb and forefinger and pulled it off as a child would a petal of a flower and presented it to her.

Questioningly she looked at it. Then at him. Then at it again. Then at him. Quietly he looked back at her. She looked back at the mirror to find that what she was looking at was not a mirror. But herself.

 

[AngelicaS1780]

This is lovely.

Truly.

 

[y=mx+b]

This is lovely.

Truly.

Thank you

 

[y=mx+b]

The day was the kind of day where the air was humid hot and heavy with the scent of field clover and sweet blossoms.

Cross legged she sat on his foot, testing the tender shoot of Timothy grass between her teeth. Daydreaming distant empty thoughts while her heart contemplated the cool still waters of the pond before them.

"Machine" she mindlessly said, still hypnotized by her own unknown wonderings.

"Is anybody watching?"

Stirred alert from his own wondering of whatever machines wondered he perked his head up to see, but before he could make any informative suggestion one way or another she slipped off his foot in a bounding frolic fashion, threading one arm through the bottom of her summer dress, then the other and ceremoniously twirled as she flung it off into the air.

Panty-clad and bareback her feet splish-splashed into the water before the rest of her body dove in and disappeared under the surface.

The Machine watched it all happen before it realized what was going on and sheepishly glanced up-away upon her twirl dance disrobing and looked back towards the sound of her laughter.

She disappeared under the surface and reappeared elsewhere in a backstroke.
a stream of water arched into the air from her mouth as her arms paddled her forward without a care in the world.

 

[y=mx+b]

I drempt she sent me a picture of herself

It was taken from the kind of perspective of as if I were standing behind her looking down.

She was sitting Indian leg style
Her bare legs crossed over each other
I could tell she was naked from the waist down. Her lack of panties and the way she was positioned afforded me just enough to see the intersection of where I've always wanted to rest my head and lazily study her. All my senses so close to her. Taste. Touch. Smell. All of it feeding me. Provoking my desire to act out and do all the things. Rape. Make love. Impregnate. Hold on to.

But the way she was positioned hid also what wasn't mine. What couldn't be mine. What would never be mine

In her hand
Wrist propped up by her knee
A lit cigarette
Between two relaxed fingers

Unlike her. But believably like her. Adventurous. Into trying new things to adapt better to the company she's chosen to keep.

A totem sent to me saying "here... I took this and thought it would be an image you'd like to see." And nothing more than that.

Just an image.

 

[catherinewheel77]

What you wrote today truly resonates.

 

[y=mx+b]

What you wrote today truly resonates.

 

[y=mx+b]

Chores are done.

 

[AngelicaS1780]

Don't mind me, just appreciating the view.

And resisting the urge to smack that ass...probably because I know that I would then have to run.

 

[y=mx+b]

Don't mind me, just appreciating the view.

And resisting the urge to smack that ass...probably because I know that I would then have to run.

Yeah. I really wouldn't like that.

 

[Dirt_in_the_Ground]

Washed a plate and a fork, and replaced the paper towel roll. I'm done for the day.

 

[y=mx+b]

Gahhh...

Yeah. I probably should have shaved the crack of my ass.

But fuck it. Accept me as I am or not at all.

 

[y=mx+b]

Sometimes...

 

[y=mx+b]

Well...

...that was nice.

Now...

 

[AngelicaS1780]

Sometimes...

Very nice indeed.

 

[y=mx+b]

I want to draw your blood. Great veins. Every nurse’s dream.

My wife feels the same. Sometimes while we are next to each other on the couch watching movies I'll feel her little index finger gently poking me. I'll look and she'll be mindlessly pushing down on a vein just enough and then let it spring back. She'll then move on to another and do the same. She'll do it while I'm driving too.

I've been the subject of wandering eyes when we'd have her work friends over. My veins have been drunkenly caressed.

I've been told "I hate for the need to ever have to start an I.V. in you... but I would really like to" by her and her coworkers a number of times.

Giving blood is a riot. A lot of, "well then... my day just got easy."

Very nice indeed.

Yes. Nice and secluded

 

[y=mx+b]

We could...

...go behind the shed
Where...

 

[y=mx+b]

I love it when planned sex turns into an unplanned adventure.

 

[y=mx+b]

Of course now I'm at work all wobbly legged.

All well. #worthit.

 

[y=mx+b]

I love the full weight of her heavy breast
Upon my face.

How she holds herself above me
And lowers her body down

Taking her nipple into my mouth
Sucking
Nursing from it
As the womanly
Soft
Warm
Flesh of her body
Envelops my face
Stifling my breathing
Facilitating the desperation of my lust

I love it.
I love the beauty of her body


I love her.

 

[y=mx+b]

I'm looking at her right now

Her
Sitting on the couch
Her summer dress

Legs
Bare


Me
Shirtless
Across the room

Seeing her
Thinking about
How we slept together

Naked

Comfortable
With ourselves

With each other

No worries
No concerns.


She's shifted
The top of her dress has opened

And I see the inside side
Of her breast
That I spoken of before

The one that you read about above

And my face still feels it

It's warmth
It's love
Covering me
Securing me
Calling out to me
To take the rest of her
And fill her
With all of myself.

 

[catherinewheel77]

You’re en fuego today.