Desultory and Impulsive

[y=mx+b]

Next to her
This morning
I am laying naked

Half hard

Remembering
When she was but nineteen or twenty
I
Twenty-one or twenty-two

In the stairwell of the apartment building
The door to the rooftop deck
Partially open

Her leg
Up on the bottom rung
Of the steel hand rail
Her skirt
One side just above the curve of her ass

My cock
Thrusting inside of her
With the kind of passion
Two kids of such an age have

Last night
My face was between her legs
My hand
Half inside her
Sideways
Palm down
Fingers hooked
As though I were pulling
A looped pull chain

My thumb
Circling her asshole
Pushing against it
Playing with going inside it

My tongue
Licking to the side of her clitorous
The smooth
Soft velvet valley of her body

Like kissing the nape of her neck
But more intimate
More emotional

And there I hide with her
With my other hand
Pushing down upon her abdomen
Stretching her anatomy
Over the bar of her pubis

Putting
Pressure
So slight on her bladder


She is sleeping
Warm next to me

A deep sleep
Quiet
Peaceful breathing

Her body
Soft beautiful
Known so well to me
But yet still so full of secrets
That I continue to long to discover

Like a home you know so well
But still has those places
That bring you back
To childhood.

 

[y=mx+b]

In an attempt
To fall back asleep

My mind began to battle
The thought
Of whether or not
The act of which I had stated
Was indeed
More intimate
Than kissing
The nape
Of a woman's neck.

I love both
Immensely.

 

[Moochienanu]

In an attempt
To fall back asleep

My mind began to battle
The thought
Of whether or not
The act of which I had stated
Was indeed
More intimate
Than kissing
The nape
Of a woman's neck.

I love both
Immensely.

I love both too,
And will be allowing this debate
To take place in my tired mind now.

I’ll let you know the battle’s outcomes
When I wake later.

 

[y=mx+b]

She never fancied herself as a size queen
Up until she experienced her first four inch dick

After that she was all about five inches and under.

The problem was
Most of the men were of two types. Type one was the delusional confident type apt to over compensate in other areas. Big trucks, fast cars, gonzo hunting gun nut and sports. The other type being sissy boy cuck diaper fetishists. And oft times the lines blurred.



She sat in the tub drinking wine. Masturbating to the memory of the first lesser endowed man she had ever experienced.

He was perfect
Modest.
Not shy.

But there was an air of insecurity when he first brought her home to fuck.

They were making out and she was feeling him up through his jeans. In the frantic passionate moment she hadn't considered. He felt normal in her hand. Her mind was lost to him and she dropped to her knees. Unzipped him and pull him out.

It stopped her.

In hindsight and what she knows of herself now she should have ravaged him. She would have ravaged him. Would have taken him down to the base, had him pinch off her nose with his thumb and fore finger and had him throat fuck her with absolute reckless abandonment.

But she didn't
She stopped and marvelled.

It was just better than the length of her palm. And hard as fuck. Angry hard

He shifted and she sensed his discomfort. Just as he began to say "I know you've had bigger" her mouth was around him and she began raping her own face in absolute confidence.

And that's what she liked about small dicks.

They were manageable. They made her feel capable and confident. All the positions she had ever wanted to experience were possible. Anal was pleasurable. She could be pounded without fear of her cervix being punched through. And she loved it all. All of it. She loved how her eagerness opened them up. She loved how her confidence built their confidence. And she loved the freedom of not having to psych herself up to take a beating. She could just lay their and take it. However all they wanted to give it.

Small dicks made her feel like the goddess she knew she was all this time.

 

[y=mx+b]

I love both too,
And will be allowing this debate
To take place in my tired mind now.

I’ll let you know the battle’s outcomes
When I wake later.

I look forward to your findings.

 

[y=mx+b]

Third goddamn night in a row I've drempt about work.

I'm so goddamn pissed.

This one was that my car broke down and I was pulled over in some town. I had to figure out where I was, what to do, and go about doing it all without having a clue as to how to go about doing it

Primary objective was to call and inform them I was running late and why. This eventually lead to me having to tell them where. So I had to find the hwy mile marker. Which I did. Then the town I was in. Which was for some reason Lyndon Station. Big shout-out to you folks in at or around Lyndon Station Wisconsin. What's all been going on at the Dells these days?

Of course didn't have my phone. Some kind of farm and biker festival was going on. Was trying to get some help but everyone was full up busy with themselves. Didn't know the number to my place of employment because with cell phones why would I? All the phonebooks they had were tattered torn and coffee stained. And it was all just a big ol' bag of bullshit up until the slightest sliver of realization of it all being a possible dream came about me and I had to pry that shit open eventually waking me up in a very pissed off fucking mood.

 

[y=mx+b]

I would like to go in for a kiss. Both of us... Perhaps our first kiss. Perhaps our last.

I would like for us to go in for a kiss
And stop short
Lips
Just barely touching
Just so close
We can feel the heat from each other
So close
That we taste the breath of each other
That hot nervous want
The culmination of sadness rage and want

Just seconds away
Behind half closed eyes
And touching chests
And beating hearts
Hard and wet genitals


I would like to go in for a kiss
Both of us

And stop short
Just so that I could feel it

That feeling I feel about you
Without you
But this time with you

So that when I am without you again
I can come close my eyes
And be with you once more.

 

[AngelicaS1780]

Thank you for sharing your words with us. This last one is especially beautiful.

 

[y=mx+b]

Thank you for sharing your words with us. This last one is especially beautiful.

You are welcome.

Thank you all for your continued interest and seeing me through.

 

[raindancer]

I like reading people's takes on kissing because I feel it highlights details the author normally masks. Kissing is so intimate that you can't hide from who you really are.

 

[y=mx+b]

I like reading people's takes on kissing because I feel it highlights details the author normally masks. Kissing is so intimate that you can't hide from who you really are.

No...

 

[y=mx+b]

I know this isn't for everyone
Nor is it an expectation of mine

But I am currently absolutely hung up on this little video

I love her raw pimply ass
I love the music in the background
I love how he grabs the cheek of her ass without care and pulls her apart
I love her sounds of discomfort
I love how he goes in dry-like
I love how he doesn't go all the way in but docks with her
I love how you know he is starting by hearing her
I love how he pulls out
I love how he becomes harder by what he is using her for
I love how he is using her
I love how he puts himself back in and pushes himself all the way in
I love that it is day time

I just love it.

 

[raindancer]

No...

Yes. Sorry, your lips speak in many ways.

 

[y=mx+b]

Yes. Sorry, your lips speak in many ways.

 

[y=mx+b]

.....

 

[y=mx+b]

Best ever cautionary tale from father to son.

 

[y=mx+b]

Meh...

 

[y=mx+b]

I wish I could tie my dick up without it pinching or getting rope burn.

I love the look
I love the constricted flow of blood.
I love the pressure and dull ache of my testicles.

Hate the pinching and rope burn.

 

[y=mx+b]

Looking/shopping for sex toys...

 

[y=mx+b]

...I want them all.


All of them.

 

[y=mx+b]

Every goddamn single one of them.

I have a barn that's not being used. I can keep them in there. I can use them in there.

 

[y=mx+b]

Five...

 

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Four...

 

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Three...

 

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Two...