Desultory and Impulsive

[Moochienanu]

What's more comforting than a guy able to dive into the sewer to satiate the darkest debased thoughts of a women that maybe she never knew she had?

Not a damn thing.

P.S. I usually keep Rammstein for November, but I made an exception for you.

 

[raindancer]

How do we get ourselves to stop feeling like this Rain?

We must do something different.
Easier said than done, obviously.

 

[y=mx+b]

The Bull

It wasn't her finest moment. That is until she saw their naked profile in the mirror of his apartment.

Lockdown had her horny as fuck so she hit up the hook-up site she deleted then downloaded, then deleted, then downloaded again on her phone for the nearest, quickest available dick she could find.

It didn't take long
And she found herself in the apartment building next to hers being mounted by the fattest guy still able to walk.

There was no love. No romance. No sucking. She dropped her sweats. Pulled off her shirt already bra free and rode his face reverse cowgirl style.

If he were a more normal guy they'd be sixty-nining. But he wasn't. For her it reminded her when she was younger laying over a beanbag chair trying to reach for the TV remote.

What she was able to touch with her finger-tips was hard. The inability to see it and just barely touch it and the fact that he was so turned on by eating her out clouded the shame her weakening sensible mind held onto.

But she didn't go through the steps to get where she was just to get eaten out. She did so to get dicked. And as though their minds synced she found herself being rolled over like a little boat in a bathtub.

She was surprised by his speed and strength. Momentum and eagerness was on his side and before she knew it she was face down spread flat with all his weight ontop of her.

Admittedly she didn't know how he was going to get it in. She didn't even know how big it was. She's seen pics of naked fat guys her friends found on the internet they were always flaccid though. But then she felt it. Naked. Hard. And hot. Poking at her very wet enterance. And once she felt it her very sensible mind kicked in once more and said "no". She didn't know if she actually said the word but it felt like she did and her body felt like she did the moment he found home and began to ram it hard into her.

He was fat. His dick was fat. And her hips humped up for him to hump against and she felt herself try to say "no" again but he stiff armed his hands against her back pushing her chest into the mattress and all the breath out her lungs to where all she could manage to say was "Nughhhhh"

He was heavy. And beyond forceful. She couldn't breath. And he kept bucking... and sweating. He was so sweaty and what she felt was... gross. But yet... his dick. His possession of want for her. He exuded a sense of desperation she wanted to satiate and it was right at that moment she saw their profile in the mirror.

This huge societal grossness mounting her. Breeding her. She watched him. His hips. And marveled at how inspite of feeling as though she was being jack-hammered, there was very little movement. And she watched, mesmerized. A complacent body complicit in desire. His fat belly cradled by the curve of her back. Jiggling and jostling with each thrust. And her not really having to do anything but lay there stupid and wet for him. The whole scene reminded her of those nature shows the ones about elephant seals on the beach. And that's what she was. But human. Being mounted by the gross bull elephant. Unable to do anything about it but take it. And take it she did in absolute reverence of him for his comlete ownership of her. Up to and throughout his successful throbbing unencumbered ejaculation into her body.

After of which he just laid upon. Flexing his softly swollen cock inside of her leaving nothing for him to have to piss out and everything for her to have to take care of on her way out the door.

 

[y=mx+b]

Shhh. No one has to know.

 

[y=mx+b]

I've fallen down a youtube rabbit hole of Reddit reads.

I'm too old or too lazy to get myself accustomed to the Reddit format so I am...thankful? Someone has taken the time to make YouTube vids of popular topics read out loud via an automated voice. Really adds to the anonymity.

I keep thinking "Oooo... I should post a link to this on my thread..." as I did once already. But then my thread would be a bunch of links to shit you all would be all like "goddamnit I didn't subscribed to this bullshit thread of yours just to be given links to bullshit I can find well enough on my own. Fucking asshole."

But I like the concept and subject matter and it all appeals to my voyeuristic bend. It all also gets me to thinking about my own life and shit and experiences I've had. Of course some of the sex ones also leave me feeling as though my life has fallen egregiously short. But for every "I did/saw/experienced _________ and it was the best goddamn thing" there is an equal
"I did/saw/experienced _________ and it was the worst goddamn thing" and my pathological envy and fomo is nullified by gratitude and self reflection.

 

[y=mx+b]

What's the difference between an oral thermometer and a rectal thermometer?

 

[y=mx+b]

Taste.

 

[y=mx+b]

I want to write
But I think I am sad.

I'm sitting here on the step
Just inside the house
Still in my work clothes

Dirty
Having decided to not change
Before leaving for home

So now here I sit
The house is dark

And I'm here
You know?

Just sitting here
Feeling thoughts
That aren't even thoughts

Things
Between thoughts
And memories
Between memories
And fantasies

And the sadness
Is a glowing want

Not intrusive.

It's just there
A friend
A blanket
Company and comfort

I think I'm going to take it into the shower with me.

Goodnight everybody
I love you.

 

[AngelicaS1780]

Good morning.

 

[y=mx+b]

Good morning.

Good morning

 

[y=mx+b]

This morning I got up out of bed and walked to the kitchen naked as I usually do every morning to where my wife was drinking her tea and eating her toast and checking the headlines on her phone. She was dressed ready for work.

She started her period a day or two ago so I'm mostly invisible

I was still waking up. You know, walking with a slight stumble but maintain as you gather your bearings. My dick was still swollen a bit from my random morning erection. Not hard. But not exactly limp. Girthy. Relaxed. Swung nicely between my legs as I walked. The state most guys wish they could be in every time a woman pulls his pants down before sex.

Dick, absent mindedly in my hand I approached the counter across from her. Once I felt the cold edge of the cabinet doors against my thighs I let it go from my hand and the belly of it hit the countertop with the most satisfying ssswap and slight bounce.

I stood there looking at it. Then looked up at her.

It absolutely wasn't planned. But yet, maybe in my sleepy mind maybe it was.

The look on her face... what are you doing! why would you do that!! seriously. what are you doing. you are a grown goddamn man... all without saying a word.

I said, "dicks off the counter?"

She said, "dicks off the counter."

No other words spoken, she then resume drinking her tea and eating her toast and checking the headlines on her phone and I began making myself coffee all tee-he-heee in my head

 

[y=mx+b]

It's really difficult for a guy to find a woman willing to open up about her own fetish.

From a guy's perspective it's like a fishing expedition. Much of the time it feels like we are imposing our wants and she's just going along with it.

So this was a nice little listen this morning

 

[AngelicaS1780]

It's really difficult for a guy to find a woman willing to open up about her own fetish.

From a guy's perspective it's like a fishing expedition. Much of the time it feels like we are imposing our wants and she's just going along with it.

So this was a nice little listen this morning

An interesting bit of procrastination.

 

[y=mx+b]

The problem I think that women have with expressing their kinks is that men more often than not operate on a one track mind.

If a woman says she's into piss play there is a high probability that the man is going to assume that she wants him to piss on her every time they have sex when in reality, yes she's into piss play but her sexual arousal and/or climax is not exclusively dependant upon it. But there she is with a guy wanting to piss on her all the time now because he can't get the fact out of his head and in her head she's all like... honestly? I should have kept this to myself.

 

[y=mx+b]

An interesting bit of procrastination.

YouTube's got me figured out! I'm in too deep!

 

[AngelicaS1780]

The problem I think that women have with expressing their kinks is that men more often than not operate on a one track mind.

If a woman says she's into piss play there is a high probability that the man is going to assume that she wants him to piss on her every time they have sex when in reality, yes she's into piss play but her sexual arousal and/or climax is not exclusively dependant upon it. But there she is with a guy wanting to piss on her all the time now because he can't get the fact out of his head and in her head she's all like... honestly? I should have kept this to myself.

I think that's just a failure of communication on both sides. If someone told me that they were into piss play, I would expect a bit of exposition. If none was forthcoming, then I would be asking what aspects of it excite them and what they enjoy doing. Maybe men are more prone to having a one track mind, but that doesn't mean women don't have any recourse and should just blame the men. Give him credit for trying and being enthusiastic about your kink, but also give him some feedback, if he doesn't ask for it.

 

[AngelicaS1780]

YouTube's got me figured out! I'm in too deep!

Ha!

 

[y=mx+b]

I think that's just a failure of communication on both sides. If someone told me that they were into piss play, I would expect a bit of exposition. If none was forthcoming, then I would be asking what aspects of it excite them and what they enjoy doing. Maybe men are more prone to having a one track mind, but that doesn't mean women don't have any recourse and should just blame the men. Give him credit for trying and being enthusiastic about your kink, but also give him some feedback, if he doesn't ask for it.

I understand and do agree that communication is key. But the fact remains that a lot of the time men just don't listen. Not only do we not listen we are prone to judge particularly when we feel as though we are not king-shit of the sex/kink kingdom. Furthermore men more often than not operate on a bigger, better, faster principle. If a woman is into light choking she must be working her way up to black-out strangulation. I mean... why wouldn't she be?

In the link a couple women expressed such frustration in regards to being dominated. It's either all or nothing. No middle ground.

So as a woman, is it really worth the risk of her character being questioned and judged and sexual kinks assumed further upon only to be again judged or riduculed should her mind change?

No one really questions a man with a foot fetish or desires to be used as a human urinal or ashtray. A woman on the other hand... daddy didn't love her/bitch be crazy.

So as frustrating as it is
I absolutely understand why so many women keep their mouths shut.

 

[y=mx+b]

In other news...

I told her I didn't masturbate today
But I wanted to
But wasn't going to
Because I wanted to do it in front of her
So that I could watch her
Watch me
Bring myself to the edge

I like the look in her eyes
The anticipation of my climax
Of seeing my ejaculate
Rise
And be released from my body

Having come from the testicles
Kept warm in my scrotum
Expelling out for her
...because of her

Her hair
Her eyes
Her mouth
How there is this smirk
...this quiver in her lips

I long to see that
And feel her in my company
And lay myself so exposed
For her

So much so
That without her here

I would rather go without.

 

[y=mx+b]

And then I'm reminded...

Oh yeah... people do this for nonsexual legitimate reasons.

 

[Chillygirl]

Oh yeah... people do this for nonsexual legitimate reasons.

What a waste of perfectly good coffee!

 

[y=mx+b]

What a waste of perfectly good coffee!

I suppose.

Unless one was willing to be made to drink it after.

 

[Mebella99]

Comments about a small theme I gleaned from several posts.

GM...
Yesterday I ran across The Bull and came back to comment, but so much since then. You’re prolific, its lovely too, fertile, creative, evoking, amazing. I glad you found and share your voice. I noticed and wanted to comment (hope it’s ok) on my reaction to a theme I saw across several posts. To be clear my comments aren’t about people who are self-harming.

The Bull - it’s lovely how you captured this and softly alluded to the humiliation and degradation and showed how, in the moment of it, she was totally and completely turned on and horrified. subtle. You internallly vs externally described it, that’s what Really Really Got my attention. Great piece of writing. Seriously.

Sunday, I was having a conversation with a friend about this very kink (I’m calling it a kink, understanding it’s not just a bdsm thing). One of the things we discussed was it was so difficult to explain, describe, and practice so varied. We talked about ways it’s practiced (sexually, physically, verbally) and how interestingly, it seems to be, expressed so differently women vs men. And being a practice-or vs practice-ee (“ee” being easier to do as you can solo this vs ethically the “or” needing consent and so another person).

Anyway, leading to...
So tying, slightly, into your - why women remain silent about their kinks conversation... this kink, for women, (certain types of humiliation and degradation) we discussed, was often misunderstood and you get relegated to a sexy slutty kink dispenser or people think you have low self esteem or something else unhealthy, or you don’t like men. Which I think, is easy for people to just default judge, especially if practiced sexually. That’s not right, it just is. When in fact it’s not about unhealthy self esteem (etc) at all.
Lol, that’s it. We didn’t have any major insight.

I’m on Reddit also and alll this was prompted by a lovely comment I ran across about kink and sexual differentness:

“Nah, it's just that humans are wonderfully creative, and there a person for every interest. It's kind of beautiful that there's so many different ways to make people happy”



And then I saw this...this made me laugh, thanks

I suppose.
Unless one was willing to be made to drink it after.

this part of your wicked appeal...lol that’s horrible but horribly lovely, too.

Have a great day!

 

[Moochienanu]

What’s the definition of trust ?

 

[Moochienanu]

What’s the definition of trust ?

Two cannibals going down on each other.