Desultory and Impulsive

[y=mx+b]

Here's to tomorrow!

 

[slutindianwife]

Pix????

 

[jezzilee]

Why wouldn't there be?

They actually kinda got out of hand. Had to shut the jets down

What was the scent, I wonder. I am partial to jasmine or gardenia in my bath.

 

[y=mx+b]

Listen up...

Seriously grab your fucking headphones put them on because if you want a fucking moment with me--fucking fine.

I posted it before
I'll post it again

Because it's my own goddamn personal prayer
As well as for those who wish they weren't like me

But are.


There's gotta be a way to break through this bullshit.

 

[jezzilee]

Seriously grab your fucking headphones put them on because if you want a fucking moment with me--fucking fine.

I posted it before
I'll post it again

Because it's my own goddamn personal prayer
As well as for those who wish they weren't like me

But are.


There's gotta be a way to break through this bullshit.

Good song.

My personal mantra?
Not directed at anyone in particular.

 

[y=mx+b]

Never write this nothing

Never write this nothing
Now that it is

Something that is a thought
What is it
That works?

Cigarette smoke and a service revolver
Sitting in the livingroom
While she sleeps
Under sheets
Under a blanket
Under a quilt her grandmother stitched together

By
Hand


Window shades pulled shut
Her hair cascading over the pillow
Her head lays upon

I can still feel the lubricant
She used on my cock
While she laid there naked
With me on my knees next to her

She pulled lazily at my flaccid dick
A look of boredom on her face

She periodically looked away
Totally disengaged
Dumb to the fact that she had a hand around my cock
All be it as limp as it was

Her lack of enthusiasm
Wasn't helping

Like spending time together
Watching a movie

While one of you reads the book you started reading earlier in the day.

The book will be there
It will ways be there

In due time
One of you is going to die

The book and the story therein
Will live on.



I could have pulled away
Saying... "maybe another night."

But I didn't
I went into my head
And thought the kind of thoughts that don't belong anywhere else

And they worked

And I felt my cock slowly begin to swell in her hand

And this worked for her

Her grip around me strengthened
And she started actually pulling at my body
Tugging the soft swelling flesh outward
Causing the tissue to stretch
Making more room for more blood to fill me full for her

I watched her as I got to the point where her hand could glide along me
Glossy and wet
She too looked at her hand around me

She did so in such a way a creator admires their handy work
And looked up at me in such an accomplished innocent manner
That made me all the more hard

Hard for her

And like that
We were back together again
Watching the same show
Playing the same game
Figuring out the same puzzle

Feeling each other with intent.


I like that
I like that my cock can feel
And I like how better it is able to feel
The harder it gets

And I like
How she seems to know this
By her hand
Her mouth
Her breasts

Her body

We are still our selves
But there is a second set of ourselves
So into what the other has to say
That they forget who they belong to



She was warm
And I worked her at a good pace

Paused the moment I felt myself about to ejaculate
To tamp down my orgasm
So that I could feel the first spurt of semen
Shoot up inside her

I love the physical feel of ejaculating
I love the sensation of it leaving my body
And entering into hers
I love how it multiplies the level of lubrication

I love how she's always "wtf... why'd ya stop!"
And how her eyes roll back the moment before she closes them
As she feels that distinct swell happen inside her
And I love how they stay closed
And how relaxed her face becomes
And how her lips slightly part
And how her neck begins to flush red down across her chest
When I push my liquid self into her

I love how it is

How; sometimes, there is just something about semen
That is enough for a woman to forgo having an orgasm.

 

[y=mx+b]

I have something to confess.

I don't want to chop more firewood.

I know it's sexy and all along with changing tires, oil, and fabricating things out of wood and steel
But the thing is...

It's bullshit grunt work.


You know what else is sexy?
Having the means to buy a woman jewelry
To go with that one dress you'd like her to wear
When you take her out to dinner later tonight.

That there is sexy as fuck.

 

[y=mx+b]

Because.

 

[y=mx+b]

Because...

sometimes the morning just calls for it.

 

[Mrgl720]

Because.

This photo might be my personal favorite out of all the photos posted in this thread.

sometimes the morning just calls for it.

this one is excellent as well, it's Sunday, of course it's called for.

 

[Icy1]

Never write this nothing
Now that it is

Something that is a thought
What is it
That works?

Cigarette smoke and a service revolver
Sitting in the livingroom
While she sleeps
Under sheets
Under a blanket
Under a quilt her grandmother stitched together

By
Hand


Window shades pulled shut
Her hair cascading over the pillow
Her head lays upon

I can still feel the lubricant
She used on my cock
While she laid there naked
With me on my knees next to her

She pulled lazily at my flaccid dick
A look of boredom on her face

She periodically looked away
Totally disengaged
Dumb to the fact that she had a hand around my cock
All be it as limp as it was

Her lack of enthusiasm
Wasn't helping

Like spending time together
Watching a movie

While one of you reads the book you started reading earlier in the day.

The book will be there
It will ways be there

In due time
One of you is going to die

The book and the story therein
Will live on.



I could have pulled away
Saying... "maybe another night."

But I didn't
I went into my head
And thought the kind of thoughts that don't belong anywhere else

And they worked

And I felt my cock slowly begin to swell in her hand

And this worked for her

Her grip around me strengthened
And she started actually pulling at my body
Tugging the soft swelling flesh outward
Causing the tissue to stretch
Making more room for more blood to fill me full for her

I watched her as I got to the point where her hand could glide along me
Glossy and wet
She too looked at her hand around me

She did so in such a way a creator admires their handy work
And looked up at me in such an accomplished innocent manner
That made me all the more hard

Hard for her

And like that
We were back together again
Watching the same show
Playing the same game
Figuring out the same puzzle

Feeling each other with intent.


I like that
I like that my cock can feel
And I like how better it is able to feel
The harder it gets

And I like
How she seems to know this
By her hand
Her mouth
Her breasts

Her body

We are still our selves
But there is a second set of ourselves
So into what the other has to say
That they forget who they belong to



She was warm
And I worked her at a good pace

Paused the moment I felt myself about to ejaculate
To tamp down my orgasm
So that I could feel the first spurt of semen
Shoot up inside her

I love the physical feel of ejaculating
I love the sensation of it leaving my body
And entering into hers
I love how it multiplies the level of lubrication

I love how she's always "wtf... why'd ya stop!"
And how her eyes roll back the moment before she closes them
As she feels that distinct swell happen inside her
And I love how they stay closed
And how relaxed her face becomes
And how her lips slightly part
And how her neck begins to flush red down across her chest
When I push my liquid self into her

I love how it is

How; sometimes, there is just something about semen
That is enough for a woman to forgo having an orgasm.

This made me think. A lot.

 

[y=mx+b]

This photo might be my personal favorite out of all the photos posted in this thread.

this one is excellent as well, it's Sunday, of course it's called for.

Thank you.

 

[y=mx+b]

This made me think. A lot.

Knowing this gets me to thinking all the more.
I hope your thoughts were pleasant thoughts.

 

[y=mx+b]

It was an open palm slap across face
And it felt so good to feel again

There was just something about it
Something about hurting someone that trusted you
Not to hurt them any other way

There was just something about the act of doing it
Of being allowed to do it

That sensation prior to the act
The mutual anticipation
The fear
An absolute sensation


Naked
A woman kneels
Before a man
Who has lost his heart to her

And so he stands
Knowing
She will never
Ever
Give it back.

So smugly
She kneels

Knowing



How
She hurts him
Holding him
Like she does
With her eyes


The hand
That held her

It remembers
How she feels



Everywhere.

 

[Icy1]

Knowing this gets me to thinking all the more.
I hope your thoughts were pleasant thoughts.

Yes. I liked your reminder that time together is fleeting.
Also the emotional as well as physical beginning to end of a sexual encounter.

 

[MsMuffet]

It was an open palm slap across face
And it felt so good to feel again

There was just something about it
Something about hurting someone that trusted you
Not to hurt them any other way

There was just something about the act of doing it
Of being allowed to do it

That sensation prior to the act
The mutual anticipation
The fear
An absolute sensation


Naked
A woman kneels
Before a man
Who has lost his heart to her

And so he stands
Knowing
She will never
Ever
Give it back.

So smugly
She kneels

Knowing



How
She hurts him
Holding him
Like she does
With her eyes


The hand
That held her

It remembers
How she feels



Everywhere.

I need to come around here more often.

 

[y=mx+b]

Just so you know...

It's not fun.
And it really does hurt.

It hurts to make one
Physically feel
How
They make you
Hurt
Emotionally

It is difficult to manage
To maintain control
And not break down
After having Slapped
Her face

Composure

Maintain composure

How she mirrors you
How she recovers
And wants to feel
How much she has always meant to you

All the more


And you just want to fucking throttle her
Because she has your heart

She should fucking know


It's so insulting


So goddamn insulting that the second strike isn't out of poetic sadness
But rather
One
Of unadulterated
Rage

Beautiful rage







Masculine rage



And the slap of her face against the palm of your hand.... my God.



I want to fucking feel that right now
And I want feel myself lord over her

Just as clenched-jawed as I am now writing this
Daring her to recover
Daring her to look up at me
With that cunt look of unbroken resolve

Fuck this want

Just to grab her by the back of the head
And spit in the face
That I just want to fuck
My love away from

Just far enough away
To keep it all
From hurting
As much as it does.

 

[Wife of Bath]

I think of you in colors that don't exist.

 

[rubydlite]

"Daring her to recover
Daring her to look up at me
With that cunt look of unbroken resolve

Fuck this want ..."


*Shivers*

 

[y=mx+b]

I sit here alone...

thinking of you
--my little fixation

Where were you?
What did you do?

Who touched you.



How did they do it.

What did they use.

How many of them were there.


Did they touch you in a way
That led you away from me?

Did they get you alone
My little one?

Can you still smell them in your sweat?
Do you still see their touch when you close your eyes?

Did you forget about me?


I didn't forget about you.

I sharpened some knives tonight.


I don't like the thought of you being touched incorrectly
It brings about images
Of bumbling fools
Reaming out the keyhole
Of a locked door
That just needs to be kicked open
And fucked on the floor


I went for a short walked today
That led me to the addition behind the barn

Part of the roof collapsed some years ago.

The walls soon followed

It hasn't collapsed completely

There are dark corners where I could fuck your barefoot body
As the feet of it danced around
Looking for a place
Free of nails
Broken glass
And dried up piles of cow shit.

I was wearing coveralls and muck boots

I like the thought of that
I like the thought of your cold wet naked body
Reaching out for whatever warmth it could find

And finding nothing but my exposed cock looking to be buried in your asshole again.

I bet it would hurt again
At first anyway

At least until the biology of your brain flooded itself again with what it needed to either make it all feel pleasurable, or just get you to go limp and zone out until it was all over.


I hope you didn't forget about me this weekend
I miss you
And I like the idea of you holding onto me



No matter what.

 

[murmurmara]

Because.

THIS is very very special. Thank you.

 

[y=mx+b]

I need to come around here more often.

Come as often as you can. It's a good way to stay abreast to all the matters at hand.

I think of you in colors that don't exist.

I have come to believe that; much like myself, color is overrated.

"Daring her to recover
Daring her to look up at me
With that cunt look of unbroken resolve

Fuck this want ..."


*Shivers*

Should you need a jacket, I got a couple to spare that I think you would look rather smashing naked in.

THIS is very very special. Thank you.

You are quite welcome.




As much as doing so makes my individualist self crawl up the fucking wall, replying to you all en masse is pretty convenient. Sorry for all you all up there at the top of the page but ah.... yeah... I'll take the dick-card due to laziness.

In other news... I must confess--that last post of mine? Kinda fun to write.

 

[LizzieEr]

thinking of you
--my little fixation

Where were you?
What did you do?

Who touched you.



How did they do it.

What did they use.

How many of them were there.


Did they touch you in a way
That led you away from me?

Did they get you alone
My little one?

Can you still smell them in your sweat?
Do you still see their touch when you close your eyes?

Did you forget about me?


I didn't forget about you.

I sharpened some knives tonight.


I don't like the thought of you being touched incorrectly
It brings about images
Of bumbling fools
Reaming out the keyhole
Of a locked door
That just needs to be kicked open
And fucked on the floor


I went for a short walked today
That led me to the addition behind the barn

Part of the roof collapsed some years ago.

The walls soon followed

It hasn't collapsed completely

There are dark corners where I could fuck your barefoot body
As the feet of it danced around
Looking for a place
Free of nails
Broken glass
And dried up piles of cow shit.

I was wearing coveralls and muck boots

I like the thought of that
I like the thought of your cold wet naked body
Reaching out for whatever warmth it could find

And finding nothing but my exposed cock looking to be buried in your asshole again.

I bet it would hurt again
At first anyway

At least until the biology of your brain flooded itself again with what it needed to either make it all feel pleasurable, or just get you to go limp and zone out until it was all over.


I hope you didn't forget about me this weekend
I miss you
And I like the idea of you holding onto me



No matter what.

Overrated, self-absorbed, frequent dick you maybe, but you are not forgettable. Whoever she is, as much as it confuses her, I am sure she missed you.

 

[Mrgl720]

thinking of you
--my little fixation

Where were you?
What did you do?

Who touched you.



How did they do it.

What did they use.

How many of them were there.


Did they touch you in a way
That led you away from me?

Did they get you alone
My little one?

Can you still smell them in your sweat?
Do you still see their touch when you close your eyes?

Did you forget about me?


I didn't forget about you.

I sharpened some knives tonight.


I don't like the thought of you being touched incorrectly
It brings about images
Of bumbling fools
Reaming out the keyhole
Of a locked door
That just needs to be kicked open
And fucked on the floor


I went for a short walked today
That led me to the addition behind the barn

Part of the roof collapsed some years ago.

The walls soon followed

It hasn't collapsed completely

There are dark corners where I could fuck your barefoot body
As the feet of it danced around
Looking for a place
Free of nails
Broken glass
And dried up piles of cow shit.

I was wearing coveralls and muck boots

I like the thought of that
I like the thought of your cold wet naked body
Reaching out for whatever warmth it could find

And finding nothing but my exposed cock looking to be buried in your asshole again.

I bet it would hurt again
At first anyway

At least until the biology of your brain flooded itself again with what it needed to either make it all feel pleasurable, or just get you to go limp and zone out until it was all over.


I hope you didn't forget about me this weekend
I miss you
And I like the idea of you holding onto me



No matter what.

I absolutely love this on each and every level .. Thank you*

 

[Wife of Bath]

No man should go through life without once experiencing healthy, even bored solitude in the wilderness, finding himself depending solely on himself and thereby learning his true and hidden strength. ~Jack Kerouac