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Excellent. The pressure is off both of us. I count this as a win-win.
I'm currently laying on the floor with a cat on my chest which strikes me as being interestingly coincidental
Desultory and Impulsive
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Excellent. The pressure is off both of us. I count this as a win-win.
I'm currently laying on the floor with a cat on my chest which strikes me as being interestingly coincidental
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So, rather than rolling in pussy, pussy is rolling on you?
Sorry dude...that was too much of softball.
Now I feel dirty.
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Cute and fun to watch like watching two awkward teens trying not to be as cool as they are be cool as they are and totally fucking it all up?
Because that's what it feels like.
I mean... her nipples are pierced and stuff. What's a girl like her taking any kind of interest in an inexperienced square like me?
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Wife of Bath
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Tell Anne..." I broke off. There was too much to send in one message. There were long years of rivalry and then a forced unity and always and ever, underpinning our love for each other, our sense that the other must be bested. How could I send her one word which would acknowledge all of that, and yet tell her that I loved her still, that I was glad I had been her sister, even though I knew she had brought herself to this point and taken George here too? That, though I would never forgive her for what she had done to us all, at the same time, I totally and wholly understood?
"Tell her what?" Catherine hovered, waiting to be released.
"Tell her that I think of her," I said simply. "All the time. Every day. The same as always.”
Phillipa Gregory
"Tell her what?" Catherine hovered, waiting to be released.
"Tell her that I think of her," I said simply. "All the time. Every day. The same as always.”
Phillipa Gregory
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I want sex
Not the act. The being.
I want that experience of experience
The dirty salacious fuck
The taboo
From the simplest of seeing an erect penis entering into an eager vagina for the first time. To that what drives one woman and three men to engage in triple anal.
I want it all
All of it.
Matter of factly
Without arrogance
Ego
Or fanfare
I want the taste and smell of it
The human grossness of it
The anticipation and culmination of it
The dangers of pregnancy and infection
The accepted and moral repulsivness of it
I want every form of orgasm
To feed and be fed by me.
By the shallowness of my waking day
And by the depths of my quiet slumber
Not the act. The being.
I want that experience of experience
The dirty salacious fuck
The taboo
From the simplest of seeing an erect penis entering into an eager vagina for the first time. To that what drives one woman and three men to engage in triple anal.
I want it all
All of it.
Matter of factly
Without arrogance
Ego
Or fanfare
I want the taste and smell of it
The human grossness of it
The anticipation and culmination of it
The dangers of pregnancy and infection
The accepted and moral repulsivness of it
I want every form of orgasm
To feed and be fed by me.
By the shallowness of my waking day
And by the depths of my quiet slumber
y=mx+b
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Another reoccurring dream I have is that there is an alien space craft parked/hovering in our field.
That is it. Just parked/hovering. Doing nothing. Just there and I'm always like... "fuck. It's back again." Inside my head.
The feeling of this reoccurring dream is very similar to the one where an airliner does a crashing nose dive in our field right out of nowhere.
There's such a bombastic sense of tragic powerlessness
That is it. Just parked/hovering. Doing nothing. Just there and I'm always like... "fuck. It's back again." Inside my head.
The feeling of this reoccurring dream is very similar to the one where an airliner does a crashing nose dive in our field right out of nowhere.
There's such a bombastic sense of tragic powerlessness
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Your current avatar photo is beautiful.
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Sometimes
I come home from work
And not want to take a shower
And not want to go to sleep
And stay awake as is
So that I don't have to face
--or live through another day
It's as if I just stay up
This dumb one won't end
It will just continue
And a new dumb one
Won't ever start
But...
I bet she's laying naked in bed right now
And if I take a shower
And go to bed
I will be there laying naked with her
And I liked that thought
I like that thought a lot.
I come home from work
And not want to take a shower
And not want to go to sleep
And stay awake as is
So that I don't have to face
--or live through another day
It's as if I just stay up
This dumb one won't end
It will just continue
And a new dumb one
Won't ever start
But...
I bet she's laying naked in bed right now
And if I take a shower
And go to bed
I will be there laying naked with her
And I liked that thought
I like that thought a lot.
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I think about being single.
It's gotta suck. I mean, unless that's what you want.
I see the appeal.
The daring hook-up sex.
The free agency
The meeting and hoping for a connection
Be it love or reliable fuckbuddy
The awkward newness and wonderment of how the two of you are going to go about fucking
The rush and fear felt through the continued culmination of shedding one's insecurities...
But then given this hook-up culture; knowing what I know of myself, the sheer devastation I would feel seeing a woman I hooked up with, out with another man.
Like seriously. Honest to fuck. In spite of knowing the terms.
I'm not built for that kinda shit
It's gotta suck. I mean, unless that's what you want.
I see the appeal.
The daring hook-up sex.
The free agency
The meeting and hoping for a connection
Be it love or reliable fuckbuddy
The awkward newness and wonderment of how the two of you are going to go about fucking
The rush and fear felt through the continued culmination of shedding one's insecurities...
But then given this hook-up culture; knowing what I know of myself, the sheer devastation I would feel seeing a woman I hooked up with, out with another man.
Like seriously. Honest to fuck. In spite of knowing the terms.
I'm not built for that kinda shit
Chillygirl
It’s not a phase 🖤
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So much truth...but for me it was when I first started here on lit....chatting with people. Learned real fast.
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Why are you posting on my thread?
You are aware that by doing so you are hurting the feelings of men that want their friendship with you to be more than that and pissing off those that think you belong to them?
You should send them nudes apologizing.
Chillygirl
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Damn...I forgot. I’d better get on those nudes. Do I owe you one too?
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If I say "yes" all the women wanting sexy sex time with me will be all like "BITCH BETTER NOT!" And all the guys wanting you to be exclusive to them only will be all like "Who the fuck does this guy think he is telling her she owes him ANYTHING!"
But ah... fuck them. I'm in no rush though. You take care of everyone else first then circle back to me.
By then everyone will have forgotten and all will be good.
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Now my thoughts run deep to a memory
Of having once already froze an ice cube tray full of piss with the intention of sliding them up your asshole one by one until I could fit no more.
The last one of which would have gone into your mouth to melt.
Of having once already froze an ice cube tray full of piss with the intention of sliding them up your asshole one by one until I could fit no more.
The last one of which would have gone into your mouth to melt.
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Coincidentally. Of sorts...
I was listening to more Reddit topics. This one was titled something like Tinder Dates Gone Wrong. Or something of the sort.
You know... living vicariously thanks to the interwebs.
Anyway this guy tells a story of how he met up with this woman for drinks. Maybe it was the first date. Maybe it was the second. I don't know.
They hit it off. She's pretty. He's got good feeling about her and she about him and there's magic in the air.
They go back his place. Things get passionate and heavy. They proceed sculpting their works of intimate art upon the surface of his bed. After of which they fall asleep.
At some point in the night he wakes up with a sense he's being watched. His eyes adjust to the darkness and there she is crouching off the edge of the bed. Eyes open. Fixed. Watching him.
He's like "is everything okay?"
And she's like "yes."
He's like "okay."
And she gets into bed and rubs up against him and she's really wet and ready to fuck and he's like... goddamn I a fucking stallion!
They fall asleep
He wakes up in the morning
She is gone.
Swings his feet over the edge of the bed and onto the floor where they then become instantly wet and cold.
The woman pissed on the floor
And that's exactly what she was doing when he woke up to find her watching him
He was like... "really? wtf? I have a bathroom."
That's the end of the story.
I don't know if it was the end of the relationship. I'm guessing so.
And so I got to thinking... that's not really a bad tinder date for me.
I'd call back wanting answers. I mean was it a kink thing of hers? Was it a case of sleepwalking where she didn't know where she was and really had to go?
If it was a kink of hers I'd be all like "shit yo. I'm down! But we gotta plan ahead for it. Unless you are all about spontaneity. Then I guess I gotta plan ahead."
I'd set out boxes of kitty litter for her to go in.
Women that are into that... HOW FUN WOULD THAT BE?!?!
fuck.
Sometimes I'm just too much of a goddamn sexual riot.
I was listening to more Reddit topics. This one was titled something like Tinder Dates Gone Wrong. Or something of the sort.
You know... living vicariously thanks to the interwebs.
Anyway this guy tells a story of how he met up with this woman for drinks. Maybe it was the first date. Maybe it was the second. I don't know.
They hit it off. She's pretty. He's got good feeling about her and she about him and there's magic in the air.
They go back his place. Things get passionate and heavy. They proceed sculpting their works of intimate art upon the surface of his bed. After of which they fall asleep.
At some point in the night he wakes up with a sense he's being watched. His eyes adjust to the darkness and there she is crouching off the edge of the bed. Eyes open. Fixed. Watching him.
He's like "is everything okay?"
And she's like "yes."
He's like "okay."
And she gets into bed and rubs up against him and she's really wet and ready to fuck and he's like... goddamn I a fucking stallion!
They fall asleep
He wakes up in the morning
She is gone.
Swings his feet over the edge of the bed and onto the floor where they then become instantly wet and cold.
The woman pissed on the floor
And that's exactly what she was doing when he woke up to find her watching him
He was like... "really? wtf? I have a bathroom."
That's the end of the story.
I don't know if it was the end of the relationship. I'm guessing so.
And so I got to thinking... that's not really a bad tinder date for me.
I'd call back wanting answers. I mean was it a kink thing of hers? Was it a case of sleepwalking where she didn't know where she was and really had to go?
If it was a kink of hers I'd be all like "shit yo. I'm down! But we gotta plan ahead for it. Unless you are all about spontaneity. Then I guess I gotta plan ahead."
I'd set out boxes of kitty litter for her to go in.
Women that are into that... HOW FUN WOULD THAT BE?!?!
fuck.
Sometimes I'm just too much of a goddamn sexual riot.
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Of the so many things
I hate about myself
It is the persistent feeling
Of being left out.
It's not a fear as in the hipster millinial social media term FOMO
It's more...
It's just... sulking abandonment.
It's juvinial and embarrassing and gross
Pathetic.
I wish I could shake it.
I blame my dead father.
Fuck you dad.
I hate about myself
It is the persistent feeling
Of being left out.
It's not a fear as in the hipster millinial social media term FOMO
It's more...
It's just... sulking abandonment.
It's juvinial and embarrassing and gross
Pathetic.
I wish I could shake it.
I blame my dead father.
Fuck you dad.
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That was a pretty crazy post during my break at work.
See. I've moments like that for real and in real life.
I'm still thinking about it though. It's a story shared by many. And it's a universal suckage. It's like you are going along and perfecting your MySpace page while everyone's made it over to Facebook and you are all like... oh wait? We're doing that now?
Or the let down you feel after your friend/crush has lost their virginity and you haven't and you don't know that they have and you still want to do fun things that you think are cool and they are just... you just dont know... but they are; whatever it is, and it's different than what they once were, and now nothing is the same. And you are stuck there in life like when you were stuck there in your remedial reading group still struggling while everyone passes you by.
No first-class seats for you. You are stuck in coach. Forever.
See. I've moments like that for real and in real life.
I'm still thinking about it though. It's a story shared by many. And it's a universal suckage. It's like you are going along and perfecting your MySpace page while everyone's made it over to Facebook and you are all like... oh wait? We're doing that now?
Or the let down you feel after your friend/crush has lost their virginity and you haven't and you don't know that they have and you still want to do fun things that you think are cool and they are just... you just dont know... but they are; whatever it is, and it's different than what they once were, and now nothing is the same. And you are stuck there in life like when you were stuck there in your remedial reading group still struggling while everyone passes you by.
No first-class seats for you. You are stuck in coach. Forever.
y=mx+b
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...but then someone in first class says "hey.... You can take my seat" and you think... "fuck. A break." And you accept it but the minute you sit down you are like... "I don't belong here" and everyone knows it and you are that word you hate and everyone else hates. But you are it. You are... retarded.
You don't belong. You are a victim of charity and you should feel greatful but it's difficult because for you it's not real. For you it's a direct magnification of the shitty hand of cards you've been dealt.
You don't belong. You are a victim of charity and you should feel greatful but it's difficult because for you it's not real. For you it's a direct magnification of the shitty hand of cards you've been dealt.
