Desultory and Impulsive
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I remember the heat of her crotch and asshole along the underside of my erect cock.
I remember her thighs
The bend of her knees
Against my hands
I was so fucking hard
And my want to be inside of her
Was like nothing I had ever felt before
And that's what it was like
Every time she was with me
When she looked at me
I felt like old growth forest
About to be struck by lightning
On a hot dry night
Rage and ravage
Filled me
...and fills me
And all I can think of
--as I sit here waiting
Is pushing her thighs hard and wide
Against her body and bed
And sinking into her
I remember her thighs
The bend of her knees
Against my hands
I was so fucking hard
And my want to be inside of her
Was like nothing I had ever felt before
And that's what it was like
Every time she was with me
When she looked at me
I felt like old growth forest
About to be struck by lightning
On a hot dry night
Rage and ravage
Filled me
...and fills me
And all I can think of
--as I sit here waiting
Is pushing her thighs hard and wide
Against her body and bed
And sinking into her
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In other news...
I'm always thrown off by dicks with severe curves to them.
Like... when you are watching a porno and the guy pulls out of her and his dick curves downward.
I'm like... wait what?
And it's always hard as fuck too and he'll start jerking it and kinda straightens it out then let's it go and it goes back to curving angrily downwards.
The woman will then turn around and begin blowing him on her knees and I'm like... you know... I bet that's a lot easier to suck into your throat than a more conventional up turned dick.
I'm always thrown off by dicks with severe curves to them.
Like... when you are watching a porno and the guy pulls out of her and his dick curves downward.
I'm like... wait what?
And it's always hard as fuck too and he'll start jerking it and kinda straightens it out then let's it go and it goes back to curving angrily downwards.
The woman will then turn around and begin blowing him on her knees and I'm like... you know... I bet that's a lot easier to suck into your throat than a more conventional up turned dick.
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Dear Diary
I'm not entirely sure what the point of all of this is for.
It's not like I'm resolving any major life problems here. It's not like anything ever is going to come of this. Or that I ever wanted anything to come of it.
It's all been just one goddamn waste of my time.
Sure I have my audience. Few of which I know. Others in the shadows. Both of which I appreciate greatly.
But their lives haven't changed. They keep going on whether I'm here or not.
The thing is... I can stop posting and quit. But my thoughts will not. They will continue on.
I have this belief
That if I stop posting--cutting my thoughts off from the attention of the audience--my thoughts will stop. But I know they won't
But maybe the inclination to share them will?
I don't know.
I'm just tired.
I want to be like what I think everyone else is. Driven with a sense of purpose. A person in possession of agency.
I'm tired of spinning my wheels. I'm tired of feeling so insubstantial and always on the periphery. Sought for convenience rather than importance.
I seemed to have finished my tea and so I guess that is all for tonight.
I'm not entirely sure what the point of all of this is for.
It's not like I'm resolving any major life problems here. It's not like anything ever is going to come of this. Or that I ever wanted anything to come of it.
It's all been just one goddamn waste of my time.
Sure I have my audience. Few of which I know. Others in the shadows. Both of which I appreciate greatly.
But their lives haven't changed. They keep going on whether I'm here or not.
The thing is... I can stop posting and quit. But my thoughts will not. They will continue on.
I have this belief
That if I stop posting--cutting my thoughts off from the attention of the audience--my thoughts will stop. But I know they won't
But maybe the inclination to share them will?
I don't know.
I'm just tired.
I want to be like what I think everyone else is. Driven with a sense of purpose. A person in possession of agency.
I'm tired of spinning my wheels. I'm tired of feeling so insubstantial and always on the periphery. Sought for convenience rather than importance.
I seemed to have finished my tea and so I guess that is all for tonight.
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What is the fucking point?
I put days into something - hours of thought, research... and why?
If you figure this all out first, please fill me in.
I put days into something - hours of thought, research... and why?
If you figure this all out first, please fill me in.
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It's like sitting in the same windowless room painting the same walls different shades of the same color.
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Laying next to her
I forget everything.
Touching her
Brings peace to my being
There is no noise
No conflict
Just the quiet sound
Of her sleeping
Warm
Calm
A shift in positioning
A pause in her breathing
As though she is contemplating
As to what to dream of next
Prior to work
We fucked
She was on her hands and knees
No foreplay
No romance
Just a want to be together
And away from everything else.
I forget everything.
Touching her
Brings peace to my being
There is no noise
No conflict
Just the quiet sound
Of her sleeping
Warm
Calm
A shift in positioning
A pause in her breathing
As though she is contemplating
As to what to dream of next
Prior to work
We fucked
She was on her hands and knees
No foreplay
No romance
Just a want to be together
And away from everything else.
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I kept my cock buried into her mouth--her face buried into my abdomen...
...and to this day she doesn't know who it was; a friend of ours, of mine, a coworker of hers, or one of my brothers... of whom I allowed to cum into her ass.
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...and to this day she doesn't know who it was; a friend of ours, of mine, a coworker of hers, or one of my brothers... of whom I allowed to cum into her ass.
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"Hey." He said. "I like what you are doing."
The day was grey
The window she looked out of was speckled with drops of water. It was cold out. The trees were leafless. Dead in their autumn sleep.
She felt herself feeling upset for having been brought out from where the lost had taken her mind. But at the same time felt admired for having been something he observed.
She looked back out the window only her mind had turned away from one last time in a hope to say goodbye to where she was before attending to his interruption--but it had already gone.
"And what was it that I was doing?"
"You were thinking.
You were feeling.
And I liked it."
"If you liked it so much then why the need to disrupt it and destroy the beauty of your observation?"
He hated how she was like that. Keeping her poetry of being only to herself while cutting that of others down with the cold steel blade of reasoning. But he understood her dismay. Few like to be pulled out of the headspace they've created for themselves. Nevertheless, the timber of her response cut into the dumb intention of his feelings.
He paused in thought. Then spoke.
"Because I felt compelled to tell that of which was being observed--was beautiful."
The day was grey
The window she looked out of was speckled with drops of water. It was cold out. The trees were leafless. Dead in their autumn sleep.
She felt herself feeling upset for having been brought out from where the lost had taken her mind. But at the same time felt admired for having been something he observed.
She looked back out the window only her mind had turned away from one last time in a hope to say goodbye to where she was before attending to his interruption--but it had already gone.
"And what was it that I was doing?"
"You were thinking.
You were feeling.
And I liked it."
"If you liked it so much then why the need to disrupt it and destroy the beauty of your observation?"
He hated how she was like that. Keeping her poetry of being only to herself while cutting that of others down with the cold steel blade of reasoning. But he understood her dismay. Few like to be pulled out of the headspace they've created for themselves. Nevertheless, the timber of her response cut into the dumb intention of his feelings.
He paused in thought. Then spoke.
"Because I felt compelled to tell that of which was being observed--was beautiful."
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I discovered literotica through the website VoyeurWeb waaaaaayyy the fuck back in the day.
I used to be a regulatory visitor of VoyeurWeb. At the time it had everything I wanted. Voyeur pics. Exhibitionists. A community of regulars. It was actually a really great place. I even sprung for a membership which gave me access to the more daring contributors.
This was before pornhub and all the other tube sites.
It was actually really great. Everything felt ever-so-slightly under the radar. Intimate. Personal. Organic. Unpretentious. And well... kinda creepy. A lot of under the stall door shitty resolution shoe-cam upskirt pics etc...
But also a lot of wives and girlfriends spreading their legs in malls and bookstore and parks and playgrounds...
The rush of excitement followed by the want of that kind of daring flirty relationship. Jerking off... living so vicariously through their experiences.
It all was such a 100% escape from my reality.
Literotic was amongst the list of other websites they had advertised. Being a fan of penthouse forum during my pubescent years I was a periodic visitor. And then I got to clicking through the forums. Joined with the intent of just looking at the pics on ampics. Which at the time were WAY wilder than what's allowed now.
My username was pulled out of the intro to algebra book I had sitting next to the computer. It was meant to be a throwaway name. Had no plan on ever contributing anything here. But then I did.
And that's my origin story.
I used to be a regulatory visitor of VoyeurWeb. At the time it had everything I wanted. Voyeur pics. Exhibitionists. A community of regulars. It was actually a really great place. I even sprung for a membership which gave me access to the more daring contributors.
This was before pornhub and all the other tube sites.
It was actually really great. Everything felt ever-so-slightly under the radar. Intimate. Personal. Organic. Unpretentious. And well... kinda creepy. A lot of under the stall door shitty resolution shoe-cam upskirt pics etc...
But also a lot of wives and girlfriends spreading their legs in malls and bookstore and parks and playgrounds...
The rush of excitement followed by the want of that kind of daring flirty relationship. Jerking off... living so vicariously through their experiences.
It all was such a 100% escape from my reality.
Literotic was amongst the list of other websites they had advertised. Being a fan of penthouse forum during my pubescent years I was a periodic visitor. And then I got to clicking through the forums. Joined with the intent of just looking at the pics on ampics. Which at the time were WAY wilder than what's allowed now.
My username was pulled out of the intro to algebra book I had sitting next to the computer. It was meant to be a throwaway name. Had no plan on ever contributing anything here. But then I did.
And that's my origin story.
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There is something about that moment where it all clicks
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Currently fixated on this little porn clip.
Her goosebumps
His massive load
Going in again
The sounds she makes
Him popping off again
Her little laugh...
Her goosebumps
His massive load
Going in again
The sounds she makes
Him popping off again
Her little laugh...
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44 years and 9 months ago today...
...my parents fucked.
Thus resulting me.
Unlike many
I love the thought and idea of my parents fucking.
They were a beautiful couple
And undoubtedly beautiful
Naked together.
I also love the thought of having been unexpected
I am the result of an organic coupling between two people.* One (or both) of which had and expressed explicit desires for the other.
And I love my thoughts of that moment.*
My imagination takes me all over the place.
The camera of my imagination takes me* Inside my mother
As a thing that yet isn't
Seeing my dad's dick thrusting inside of her
So eager to ejaculate
Throbbing
Pulsating
Ejaculating into her warm wet body
Thick jets of semen
Cum
Spunk
Blowing up inside her
Filling her
Coating her walls
Him
Holding her down
His strong hands
Clutching her ass
Her shoulders
Bruising her body
Her body
Her breasts feeling full
Tender soft flesh
Nipples erect
Reacting however a woman's body does
When a man ejaculates inside of her
Head pushed down against the pillow
Mattress
Dirt of the earth
Water in the toilet
Hair pulled back
Being called a dirty fuck-whore
Or...
Perhaps she was face up
His mouth upon hers
Kissing Her passionately in love
Her feeling the vibration of his moaning vocal orgasm slide down her throat and into her chest
Clutching him
Wrapping her legs around him
Feeling his slack full balls
Slap up against her winking asshole
Waves of her clenching orgasm
Sending him over the bridge of hot want
Raping him of all ability of holding on... holding back
Calling him out to let go of himself
And give into her want of him.
I love my thoughts of that moment
Of that day
Even if it was just an act of uninspired marital obligation
They were still together
His cock was inside of her
Erect
She was still backing into him
Against him
Wet
He was looking down at her naked back
His eyes following the track of her spine
To the small of her back
The crack of her ass
Hiding her asshole as they pushed together
Exposing it to him as they pulled apart.
Him
Coming inside of her
Her
Feeling that full body warmth
And then... me.
...my parents fucked.
Thus resulting me.
Unlike many
I love the thought and idea of my parents fucking.
They were a beautiful couple
And undoubtedly beautiful
Naked together.
I also love the thought of having been unexpected
I am the result of an organic coupling between two people.* One (or both) of which had and expressed explicit desires for the other.
And I love my thoughts of that moment.*
My imagination takes me all over the place.
The camera of my imagination takes me* Inside my mother
As a thing that yet isn't
Seeing my dad's dick thrusting inside of her
So eager to ejaculate
Throbbing
Pulsating
Ejaculating into her warm wet body
Thick jets of semen
Cum
Spunk
Blowing up inside her
Filling her
Coating her walls
Him
Holding her down
His strong hands
Clutching her ass
Her shoulders
Bruising her body
Her body
Her breasts feeling full
Tender soft flesh
Nipples erect
Reacting however a woman's body does
When a man ejaculates inside of her
Head pushed down against the pillow
Mattress
Dirt of the earth
Water in the toilet
Hair pulled back
Being called a dirty fuck-whore
Or...
Perhaps she was face up
His mouth upon hers
Kissing Her passionately in love
Her feeling the vibration of his moaning vocal orgasm slide down her throat and into her chest
Clutching him
Wrapping her legs around him
Feeling his slack full balls
Slap up against her winking asshole
Waves of her clenching orgasm
Sending him over the bridge of hot want
Raping him of all ability of holding on... holding back
Calling him out to let go of himself
And give into her want of him.
I love my thoughts of that moment
Of that day
Even if it was just an act of uninspired marital obligation
They were still together
His cock was inside of her
Erect
She was still backing into him
Against him
Wet
He was looking down at her naked back
His eyes following the track of her spine
To the small of her back
The crack of her ass
Hiding her asshole as they pushed together
Exposing it to him as they pulled apart.
Him
Coming inside of her
Her
Feeling that full body warmth
And then... me.
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Happy Birthday. 
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Happy Birthday.
Thank you Angelica
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My mother stopped by to visit, wish me a happy birthday and give me a little trinket.
She sang my praises as I walked her back to her car saying that she would do it all over again. I said "even the difficult parts?"
She said yes. That I was the easiest of the three. That all she had to do was sit on my head until she was ready to have me come out.
A thought I was absolutly entertained by. All the more by her pantomiming the experience sitting in her car moving both hands as though she were about to catch a football between her crotch, sitting up straight and tilting her pelvis back so as to position her vagina straight below her.
I am aware that this is going to sound a little incest-y but I assure you that it's not
But I love the thought of play that may have went on between us.
Me
Stretching
Pushing against her cervix
Heavy
Her
Feeling so full with me inside of her
In complete control of herself
And of the situation
As my dad drove them to the hospital
I wonder what the conversation was like
Gushing wetness
Contracting
Retracting
Dialation
Feeling me push
Her adjusting
...pushing me back in.
I very well may spend part of this day surfing for birth fetish videos. I can't say for certain that I understand the fetish but I feel as though that I do and I seem to have taken an interest in being a part of it.
She sang my praises as I walked her back to her car saying that she would do it all over again. I said "even the difficult parts?"
She said yes. That I was the easiest of the three. That all she had to do was sit on my head until she was ready to have me come out.
A thought I was absolutly entertained by. All the more by her pantomiming the experience sitting in her car moving both hands as though she were about to catch a football between her crotch, sitting up straight and tilting her pelvis back so as to position her vagina straight below her.
I am aware that this is going to sound a little incest-y but I assure you that it's not
But I love the thought of play that may have went on between us.
Me
Stretching
Pushing against her cervix
Heavy
Her
Feeling so full with me inside of her
In complete control of herself
And of the situation
As my dad drove them to the hospital
I wonder what the conversation was like
Gushing wetness
Contracting
Retracting
Dialation
Feeling me push
Her adjusting
...pushing me back in.
I very well may spend part of this day surfing for birth fetish videos. I can't say for certain that I understand the fetish but I feel as though that I do and I seem to have taken an interest in being a part of it.
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There is this German photographer that I've been following pretty much for as long as I've been on lit.
He has a thing for legs and feet but not creepy grossly so.
His work... it has this magical dated feel to it. It's difficult to pin down. It's all contemporary but yet it's something that feels like European 80s and I love it all so goddamn much.
Much of his work takes place outside in public which checks off my attraction towards exhibitionist women. There is subtle bondage play with a woman on a hotel bed blindfolded and sensibly bound with rope. Sometimes silk. Sometimes there is a ball gag.
A lush Austrian villa.
A home or two of old money Germany
A discarded blown out tank left in the woods from WWII.
An airport waiting lounge
On the steps of some populated court yard.
Crashing a wedding.
All the women... sharply dressed with make up.
All the photos vibrant clear and colorful
There is no sex
Each woman... their own weekend. Their own photoshoot.
His most recent submission is of a woman sitting on what looks to be a granite step. Her back against the matching granite facade of a library or government building.
She is wearing a summer dress.
No panties
Her knees are up and her legs are relaxed and spread
She is fully exposed
Her elbows are on her knees
Her hands are cupping her ears as though she were holding in headphones but there are no headphones
Her head is tilted back and off to the side
She has short blonde hair
Her eyes are closed
She's wearing blue eyeshadow that is almost harsh
Her lips are in an absolute brilliant red lipstick
She is smiling in an absolute oblivious state as though the song she needed to hear right at that moment just came on.
I am absolutely transfixed by this image.
She is posed and exposing herself in what otherwise would be a lewd pornographic manner but yet the sheer delight the image conveys to me is beyond measure.
Looking at it; at her, causes me to feel in a way I feel anti-depressants should make me feel.
And every time I look at it I just feel like everything is going to be okay.
He has a thing for legs and feet but not creepy grossly so.
His work... it has this magical dated feel to it. It's difficult to pin down. It's all contemporary but yet it's something that feels like European 80s and I love it all so goddamn much.
Much of his work takes place outside in public which checks off my attraction towards exhibitionist women. There is subtle bondage play with a woman on a hotel bed blindfolded and sensibly bound with rope. Sometimes silk. Sometimes there is a ball gag.
A lush Austrian villa.
A home or two of old money Germany
A discarded blown out tank left in the woods from WWII.
An airport waiting lounge
On the steps of some populated court yard.
Crashing a wedding.
All the women... sharply dressed with make up.
All the photos vibrant clear and colorful
There is no sex
Each woman... their own weekend. Their own photoshoot.
His most recent submission is of a woman sitting on what looks to be a granite step. Her back against the matching granite facade of a library or government building.
She is wearing a summer dress.
No panties
Her knees are up and her legs are relaxed and spread
She is fully exposed
Her elbows are on her knees
Her hands are cupping her ears as though she were holding in headphones but there are no headphones
Her head is tilted back and off to the side
She has short blonde hair
Her eyes are closed
She's wearing blue eyeshadow that is almost harsh
Her lips are in an absolute brilliant red lipstick
She is smiling in an absolute oblivious state as though the song she needed to hear right at that moment just came on.
I am absolutely transfixed by this image.
She is posed and exposing herself in what otherwise would be a lewd pornographic manner but yet the sheer delight the image conveys to me is beyond measure.
Looking at it; at her, causes me to feel in a way I feel anti-depressants should make me feel.
And every time I look at it I just feel like everything is going to be okay.
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I remember doing this exact same thing
Before she got used to the length
I remember doing this exact same thing
Before she got used to the length
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I want to force a woman to orgasm.
To give her no choice but to cum.
Ball gagged and bound to a chair.
A bed.
Naked.
Fingered.
Fisted.
Objects inserted.
Nipples clamped.
Pinched.
Twisted.
Sucked.
And bitten.
Feeling my clothed self become harder
By how she is responding to me.
To my touching of her
By my actions against her will.
I love this elegant thought of mine
Where she is an object
A thing
A crying
Drooling
Snot dripping
Slimy
Wet thing.
Forced into obedience.
Made to react
Exactly
How I want her to react.
To give her no choice but to cum.
Ball gagged and bound to a chair.
A bed.
Naked.
Fingered.
Fisted.
Objects inserted.
Nipples clamped.
Pinched.
Twisted.
Sucked.
And bitten.
Feeling my clothed self become harder
By how she is responding to me.
To my touching of her
By my actions against her will.
I love this elegant thought of mine
Where she is an object
A thing
A crying
Drooling
Snot dripping
Slimy
Wet thing.
Forced into obedience.
Made to react
Exactly
How I want her to react.
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*adds (yet another thing) to my fantasy list*
Thanks for that.
It delights me knowing that it was something that resonates with you.
And I look forward to thinking about you thinking about it.
Which is exactly what I am doing right now.
And my thoughts on the matter are treating my imagination rather splendidly.
You are; of course, welcome
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On my way home from work
I was in my mode
Thinking my imagination
Feeling words to write
A young woman passed me
For reasons unknown
I broke from my usual
Routine of ambivalence
And looked
She looked back
With a look of fuck you
I'm not sure why
Perhaps
Lost in thought I was going too slow
I don't know
But I do know this...
For a brief second I was like are you fucking kidding me? I'm y=mx+b.
As if that actually meant something
As if that should ever actually fucking mean a goddamn thing.
The last 40 minutes of my drive was a spiral down
And now here I am
Admitting my arrogance
Upon the surface of the very thing
That has
--on a subconscious level
Lead me to believe
I was of some importance.
I was in my mode
Thinking my imagination
Feeling words to write
A young woman passed me
For reasons unknown
I broke from my usual
Routine of ambivalence
And looked
She looked back
With a look of fuck you
I'm not sure why
Perhaps
Lost in thought I was going too slow
I don't know
But I do know this...
For a brief second I was like are you fucking kidding me? I'm y=mx+b.
As if that actually meant something
As if that should ever actually fucking mean a goddamn thing.
The last 40 minutes of my drive was a spiral down
And now here I am
Admitting my arrogance
Upon the surface of the very thing
That has
--on a subconscious level
Lead me to believe
I was of some importance.
