Desultory and Impulsive

[y=mx+b]

I let time pass
To allow her body
To acclimate
To the spool of dental floss
I had pressed with my finger
Up into her anus

The mint wax
Cooling her from inside

The string
Like that of a tampon
Dangled obscenely
From her exit

Connected
To nothing


I played
Flicking
Softly tugging at it
With my finger

Just enough

I studied the sight
Of her naked body
Her crotch
Her thighs
The meat of her buttocks
How it all curved
In such ways
That makes a man
Want to fuck


And I began pulling on the floss
Winding it around my finger
Slowly
Centimeter by centimeter
And with every loop
Around my finger
Came a rotational unspooling
Of floss from inside her

A circular
Slight
Friction
At a rate
Of which
Was controlled
By me

 

[y=mx+b]

Women have this cool thing where for a solid 3 days out of the month they are ungodly impossibly horny where their wants and desires far exceed the imagination of any man. Oft times and for reasons known only to them--they don't make it known.

Because of this I deduce such is the reason why so many men send unsoliced dick pics. They do so in the hopes that such fruits of their labor will land on one of those days and said woman of their amorous desires will thus be like "OMG! THINE TURGID ROD OF SUCH MASCULINE FLESH MUST BEFALL BETWIXT MY QUIM IN MOST HASTE!"

...which of course seldom ever happens within any realm of sincerity.

 

[y=mx+b]

Bang!

3000.

 

[y=mx+b]

*coughs*

For every one of you there's five* women who are like ----->

Any others wish to make it known they are receptive?

We can make a directory of women men can confidently send dick pics to.



*generalization

 

[Mebella99]

For every one of you there's five* women who are like ----->

Any others wish to make it known they are receptive?

We can make a directory of women men can confidently send dick pics to.



*generalization

I thought she meant she was one of the ones and drawing attention to herself....
I’m often wrong though.

 

[y=mx+b]

I wrote her a letter
Telling her that it's over between us

I told her
That she meant nothing to me
That her thoughts and feelings
--of and for me
Are a waste of her time.

I told her I didn't care
That all my feelings I told I had for her
Were lies
Told for the purpose of getting her
To turn me on
To make me feel horny for her
To get her to do things for me
And make me want to fuck her

I told her
That my trick worked
That she did everything I wanted her to do
Thinking that if she did
The belief of me being in love with her
Would turn into actual love.

It didn't
Because I was never in love with her.

If I were to be honest--which I am about to be--I would tell you that I hated her

Which I do

I do for the simple fact of her being duped
By a guy like me

What
Is there to like
About a woman
So fucking foolish?

Nothing.

 

[Lady2020]

I was intelligent, beautiful, caring, he said. By the way, I no longer have time for you.

I said: Goodbye (mofo).

 

[y=mx+b]

We laid together on the couch
And I covered us
With the blanket of my heart

The screen of the tv
Flickered
Like a dumb version of a candle
Flashing colorful visions
Of inept light
Against the walls
Of a darkened room

We weren't physically comfortable
By any means

But we were comfortable
With the time
Of us there
--like that
Together

In the darkness
She said I got your letter.

I asked if she read it

She said No. I tore it up.

I asked why.

She said Because I knew it was full of lies about yourself.

 

[y=mx+b]

Sometimes I wish I didn't like orgasms as much as I do.

 

[y=mx+b]

I always know when my wife is nearing her period because she gets the productive laser focus and is all like "we gotta do this this and this and that's going to get done and this is how we are going to do it..." And all life questions are answered all while at the same time I spiral down into a emo navel gazing insecure man-child that can barely figure out how to tie my own shoes but remembers all to well how to masturbate and stare stupidly at walls until the overwhelming feeling of how much I hate myself snaps me out of it.

 

[y=mx+b]

I wonder what my last post is going to be.

 

[y=mx+b]

Chemo was successful and her cancer went into remission. The plan was then to wait and see.

But then Covid hit. Measures were being taken.

Both her breasts were removed.

 

[y=mx+b]

Next month or so they are going to take muscles from her back to restore her chest. In the meantime she's been wearing a water bra which is surprisingly convincing

And I wonder about that
Because she's still very much a woman and I am very much a man and so I look and I'm surprised by how instinctual the act of looking is because I know and I know she knows I know and each day I come in there's a glance and I don't think there will never not be and I kinda love it because she kinda loves it and we are like "yep!" like it's our own little secret

Her hair is growing back and it's long enough for her to part it to the side. Given her already small stature and young age she's like blonde version of Peter Pan. She's also getting her weight back.

Thighs... ass...

I confess to looking there as well.

There has been something else too.
A certain... predatory look in her eye that I couldn't quite place once our usual banter resumed back to its norm

I asked someone with better knowledge about the matter and treatment and was told she was probably on estrogen blockers.

And I was like... Yes.
The bit has been taken out of the mouth of the horse driven testosterone carriage.


The other day we were exchanging banter. She said something. I said something. She then said something that was a perfect set up for me to say something else. More sexually direct. Threw it right in my lap. She did so straight faced. Looking directly in my eye. My eyes darted back and fourth between hers. And in her waiting for me to reply hers began doing the same with mine. I felt the muscles of my jaw flex as I clenched my back teeth at this little game of chess she was playing. At my lack of reply she then took a step forward. Put an elbow on the counter of where I was working. Rested her cheek on her hand and said

"Are we not doing this?"

 

[y=mx+b]

It was such a provocative bratty thing

 

[y=mx+b]

And she fucking knew it.

I'm left wondering how that fucking button was left so exposed for her to push.

 

[y=mx+b]

But then... maybe it wasn't. Maybe she hasn't a clue and it merely felt as though it was.

 

[y=mx+b]

The closer I get to coming
And the more vocal I become
The greater the strength I can use to grab hold of her hips.

 

[y=mx+b]

I absolutely detest the end resulting stickiness of all water-based lubes. Even the ones that claim not to be are. Perhaps less than others. But they still are. I've yet to find one that truly isn't.

 

[y=mx+b]

Also...

I've this crazy urge to make a woman gag on my dick.

It feels good.

I'm sure it's an unpleasant* experience for the woman as a forcible desire to back away to keep it from happening is involved.

*Yes yes... not for all. But those women aren't the ones I'm interested in.

 

[y=mx+b]

Why is a chicken coop called a chicken coop?

 

[y=mx+b]

Because if it had four doors it would be a sedan.

 

[y=mx+b]

A coworker sent me a message tonight. It was a video of a guy playing air guitar to Eddie Van Halen's Eruption

He used a woman as his guitar.

His "strumming" hand was his fist inside of her and his chord playing hand was working her clit

It all actually worked pretty well set to the music.

And as the music intensifies he gets more aggressive with her and she either comes and has enough or she just has had enough and she tries to escape but the guy isn't having it.

I'm watching it knowing he sent it to me thinking it was funny. But I'm not seeing it. Instead what I am seeing is something I'd like to do to a woman.

But I can't be like that when I walk back into the shop and am confronted by him about it upon my return. Instead I have to be all like "ha ha ha! That was great!"

 

[y=mx+b]

But then
Upon waking up
I was faced with a thought of wondering

How many of my wants are real?

And how many of them
Have I allowed myself believe are real
To satiate the desire of others

 

[Kimleigh]

A coworker sent me a message tonight. It was a video of a guy playing air guitar to Eddie Van Halen's Eruption

He used a woman as his guitar.

His "strumming" hand was his fist inside of her and his chord playing hand was working her clit

It all actually worked pretty well set to the music.

And as the music intensifies he gets more aggressive with her and she either comes and has enough or she just has had enough and she tries to escape but the guy isn't having it.

I'm watching it knowing he sent it to me thinking it was funny. But I'm not seeing it. Instead what I am seeing is something I'd like to do to a woman.

But I can't be like that when I walk back into the shop and am confronted by him about it upon my return. Instead I have to be all like "ha ha ha! That was great!"

But then
Upon waking up
I was faced with a thought of wondering

How many of my wants are real?

And how many of them
Have I allowed myself believe are real
To satiate the desire of others

Delicious.

 

[AngelicaS1780]

But then
Upon waking up
I was faced with a thought of wondering

How many of my wants are real?

And how many of them
Have I allowed myself believe are real
To satiate the desire of others

An interesting question. Gorgeous images.