Desultory and Impulsive

[y=mx+b]

And in the break of day
There was the color of her flesh

But not just that

There was that of her hair
Her eyes
And that of her teeth...
...my fingers once felt
Wet
Behind her lips
With her tongue

Caged

Covering her mouth
Her nose
Lungs struggling

Body ridged
Then complacent
Relaxed fallen

Against me
My chest

Shirt
Cut open

She didn't know

She wouldn't know


But I would
And I do

And in the knowing
I sleep
And dream
And ejaculate.

 

[y=mx+b]

Feeling I should write something pretty now to make up the difference but am coming up with nothing

 

[raindancer]

I would settle for ugly words, myself. My pen has run dry.

 

[y=mx+b]

I would settle for ugly words, myself. My pen has run dry.

Sometimes I think I should have just fucked her when we had the chance to do so together.

I didn't fearing that if I did
Her curiosity in me
Her interest in me
Would have dissolved
Into the state of passing acquaintance

And she would have left me
--alone
Discarded

And so I didn't fuck her
And she stayed a friend

A close friend

A friend I wouldn't just come to fall in love with... but one I would genuinely with all of my heart would love

...and hurt.

Repeatedly

Without justifiable reason


Not that there is ever--
--a justifiable reason

Forever now
I go to sleep
And I awake
In this state of... Lost in Translation

Of not knowing
Where my heart is
--or what my heart wants to do

And I think back...

All of this could have been avoided
Had we just fucked...

...and moved on.

 

[Wife of Bath]

Sometimes I think I should have just fucked her when we had the chance to do so together.

I didn't fearing that if I did
Her curiosity in me
Her interest in me
Would have dissolved
Into the state of passing acquaintance

And she would have left me
--alone
Discarded

And so I didn't fuck her
And she stayed a friend

A close friend

A friend I wouldn't just come to fall in love with... but one I would genuinely with all of my heart would love

...and hurt.

Repeatedly

Without justifiable reason


Not that there is ever--
--a justifiable reason

Forever now
I go to sleep
And I awake
In this state of... Lost in Translation

Of not knowing
Where my heart is
--or what my heart wants to do

And I think back...

All of this could have been avoided
Had we just fucked...

...and moved on.

“If only I’d had sex with her, I could have moved on with no regrets!”

A real modern love story

 

[Beth87]

I definitely read something different and perhaps need to watch lighter things on tv or something. I read it as she wouldnt have needed to die. That the first part had described her death..second the killer’s contemplation

Perhaps that says a lot about me but definitely did not read that as a love story

 

[y=mx+b]

Interesting takes.

Anyone else care to shoot some arrows?

It's an open field
No wind

I am genuinely curious.

 

[Moochienanu]

Interesting takes.

Anyone else care to shoot some arrows?

It's an open field
No wind

I am genuinely curious.

I’m better with stabbing, but okay.




The first post is about infatuation, about wanting, loving something so much that keeping it, killing it, fucking it, using it, taking it for yourself alone, is the only thing imaginable.

The second is about regret and wishing things with someone had gone differently in the past so that an amount of closure and resolution inside the thoughts that run through a mind at times was possible.




I’m likely completely off, but I see them unrelated and both a kind of beautiful ugly... like a woman crying so hard, her mascara has run all down her cheeks, and there is anguish still left inside her to expel when she is able to make eye contact.

 

[Beth87]

Interesting takes.

Anyone else care to shoot some arrows?

It's an open field
No wind

I am genuinely curious.

I feel like Freud would definitely be telling me my interpretation was “interesting”

 

[y=mx+b]

I’m better with stabbing, but okay.




The first post is about infatuation, about wanting, loving something so much that keeping it, killing it, fucking it, using it, taking it for yourself alone, is the only thing imaginable.

The second is about regret and wishing things with someone had gone differently in the past so that an amount of closure and resolution inside the thoughts that run through a mind at times was possible.




I’m likely completely off, but I see them unrelated and both a kind of beautiful ugly... like a woman crying so hard, her mascara has run all down her cheeks, and there is anguish still left inside her to expel when she is able to make eye contact.

This is pretty good. Thank you.

 

[y=mx+b]

I feel like Freud would definitely be telling me my interpretation was “interesting”

Yes. I am sure he would.

 

[y=mx+b]

Trying to stay on top of my morning therapy.

I've got another appointment tomorrow and I've not been the best client.

 

[y=mx+b]

It wasn't so much that she was fucking him as it was how much they sunk into each other that bothered me the most

You know
That feeling upon first penetration.

How both bodies just... sink in and melt together.

Everything after that is pornography

Everything before it is plotting. Planning. Conniving. And treachery.

So what.

But that moment
That collective sigh
Of "finally. together."

That's what hurts.

I should be the only one to give her that moment.

But the reality is... I'm not.

I'm average.
Nothing special.

Basic.


All I can do is accept it
And let it go.

 

[y=mx+b]

That she lets him in her

Her face
How she looks up at him

How he looks at her

Her eyes pull me into her
Her thoughts
Her emotions
Her feeling as though
She is the only one in his life

And when he is with her
She is

And she believes it


And I wonder
How different she feels
Compared to the other women
That he has been inside of

She must feel different

He keeps coming back to her
He keeps messaging her
He keeps wanting to be with her

And I see it in his eyes
And in his body language
How he holds her

He loves to fuck her
He thrusts with purpose

It's almost methodical
A relaxed urgency
To ejaculate

And I watch him with her
And I wonder what it is about him

That makes him so different than I.

I take mental notes
I see how he sees her
So when I see her
She will see me like she sees him

Like she once saw me



But there is nothing.

I am not there with her
Not like I used to be

Not like he is with her now.

 

[y=mx+b]

And I watch him

And I feel myself with her
When she is here
With me

And I think about his first text to her
His first message to her
And I wonder what was about it
That made her reply
Made her interested

Was it a simple hi? hello?

And her reply back?

Because she did reply back

She looked at him
Saw in him
Something that I wasn't.

What was it?


I study him with her
I watch him

How he looks at her
The words he says to her

All things I've done
And now--
--all the things I've lost... to her

For her
To give to him.

 

[y=mx+b]

.....

 

[y=mx+b]

It's too early in the morning to want to do the things to a woman that I want to do.

Now I gotta manage this want all goddamn day.

On a Sunday no less

Fuck

 

[y=mx+b]

And it's the angry force her into submission kinda fuck things I want to do to a woman

The kind where consent is given but what's being experienced exceeds the internalized okay'd expectation of the woman. Touching her edge of legitimate fear.

 

[AmazingLost]

And it's the angry force her into submission kinda fuck things I want to do to a woman

The kind where consent is given but what's being experienced exceeds the internalized okay'd expectation of the woman. Touching her edge of legitimate fear.

It's an odd longing to want that from him, but never get it...

 

[y=mx+b]

It's an odd longing to want that from him, but never get it...

 

[y=mx+b]

I don't know why I am always surprised to not see him wearing a condom while he's fucking her

All I can think of
Is the trace amounts of semen just at the tip of his dick being sucked and flushed out of him by the subconscious desire of her body's desire to become pregnant

Because under all the politics, that is what it's about. His ejaculate for her potential baby.

Pounding
Thrusting

Reality lost on the both of them
Hijacked and so readily dismissed.

He cums inside of her bent over
Back-lit by the sun from the window

It is morning
I am gone

His cock pulls out of her
A string of semen dangling like a thick strand of silk yarn from the thick dead fuck-swollen head of his dick

Without pause she turns towards him and goes to her knees without touching it.

Her mouth opens. Her tongue extends catching that cold warm strand before it drops to the floor.

And she sucks him in. His spent cock pulling and elongating as she sucks and cleans him.

She takes him deep

And he says oh my god you are so fucking hot...

And she is

She's fucking dirty gorgeous.

How could she be so careless with herself?

 

[y=mx+b]

One of the best orgasms
I had ever experienced
Was the result of gently running my thumb across my wife's asshole while I fucked her from behind.

I didn't push it in
I wasn't rough or assertive
And it wasn't invasive

It was just a simple touch
And I softly held my thumb over her

Of all the things I've done to her there... put inside of her while fucking her... never before had I felt her body so fully.

She's so exposed like that
So beautiful
And so intimate for me

Her eyes were closed in the reflection of the mirror and her mouth partially open. Her face was blushing in a way and she looked back towards me ever-so-slightly without opening her eyes and it was as if to say can you believe we actually get to do this?

I came like that--
--so hard inside of her
Just by touching the outside of her.

 

[y=mx+b]

Do I continue on with sharing the experiences/thoughts I have in my head? Or do I give it up and move on.

It's a daily debate about the use of my time.

On the one hand I like being more than what I am in real life. Because... well... I am.

On the other hand there's a belief that I could be more in real life if I redirected myself away from the opium den of my mind.

The struggle is that outside the opium den there's a bunch of goddamn bees.

 

[y=mx+b]

Brake lights
-change relay
Coolant sensor (road call)
Lunch
Wheel seal
Load test batteries
Replace batteries due to failed test
Driver needs air in tire
-replace tire
Fill out reports
Charge out parts
Sweep floor
Spray off old batteries
-cart to shelf to be charged
Check yard/plug trucks in
Change
Drive home
Let dog out
Fill wood stove
Sit on step type this out
Log off
Take shower
Go to bed

 

[y=mx+b]

Awake.
With a slight headache.

Still laying in bed but about to get up.