Desultory and Impulsive
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Awesome pic y, pensive yet sensual. At least that's how my pea brain registered it. Really nice work.
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Thank you.
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I will forever be entertained by the cadre of women who've happened upon Lit during their middle school years.
There is just something delightfully devious knowing that while boys of that age are transfixed on trying to be the coolest one out of their guy friends, watching pro wrestling, mma, and staying ontop of the latest gaming console technology, girls are vacuuming up well written and poorly written smut stories about incest, non con, teacher/student, pregnancy, tenticals, etc... and all the gangbang/anal variants.
There is just something delightfully devious knowing that while boys of that age are transfixed on trying to be the coolest one out of their guy friends, watching pro wrestling, mma, and staying ontop of the latest gaming console technology, girls are vacuuming up well written and poorly written smut stories about incest, non con, teacher/student, pregnancy, tenticals, etc... and all the gangbang/anal variants.
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And this brings about a particular memory of sitting in a middle school geography class.
Teacher was lecturing
Friends and I were in the back of the class as per usual
I was zoned out in my own world
Two other friends were poking at each other to get the other to hit them because that's what we did. Constant antagonizing to get the other to flip the fuck out and create a scene. Best game ever. Was my day off of being such a target.
Felt a poke.
I can still remember the laugh sounding voice of another friend as he got my attention.
"Keri is horny..."
I looked over to where I knew Keri usually sat. One row over. Last row to the right. Second desk from the last. Next to the radiator and the window.
I didn't even know what horny looked like.
Up until then.
It was weird because she seemed so isolated. Adding to it was the fact that the person who sat in front of her was gone.
So there she was. Last row. Second to the last seat. No one sitting in front of her. No one sitting behind her.
I was transfixed.
She was paying attention but there was a vacancy in her eyes. A shiftiness in her body. And she seemed like she didn't know what to do with her hands.
She was wearing a grey sweatshirt and shorts. The kind of shorts with the string that tied in the front.
I remember the shorts because I remember her pulling the string and untying them.
She did it in such a way that to this day I don't think she was really aware of.
She continued to "pay attention" as she wrapped a length of the string around her two fingers.
She kept doing that. Wrapping and unwrapping. Sometimes she included her thumb. Every time she completed a wrap she would sit there and try to free her fingers without the use of her other hand.
Her other hand up by her face. Touching her lips. Sliding to the side. Elbow on the desk. Face in her hand. Hair cascading down. Swiping it back up and over so she could see as she sat back up. Pulling it. Letting it go. Wiggling her fingers free. Spreading her legs just so. Taking the string in her hand. Holding it. Then dropping it. Watching the little knotted end bang tap against the center of her crotch. Pinning it between her thighs. Squeezing with a want of it being more than what it was.
I watched the whole thing.
I can't say for certain
But I think that's when I really started feeling things in the things that I saw.
Teacher was lecturing
Friends and I were in the back of the class as per usual
I was zoned out in my own world
Two other friends were poking at each other to get the other to hit them because that's what we did. Constant antagonizing to get the other to flip the fuck out and create a scene. Best game ever. Was my day off of being such a target.
Felt a poke.
I can still remember the laugh sounding voice of another friend as he got my attention.
"Keri is horny..."
I looked over to where I knew Keri usually sat. One row over. Last row to the right. Second desk from the last. Next to the radiator and the window.
I didn't even know what horny looked like.
Up until then.
It was weird because she seemed so isolated. Adding to it was the fact that the person who sat in front of her was gone.
So there she was. Last row. Second to the last seat. No one sitting in front of her. No one sitting behind her.
I was transfixed.
She was paying attention but there was a vacancy in her eyes. A shiftiness in her body. And she seemed like she didn't know what to do with her hands.
She was wearing a grey sweatshirt and shorts. The kind of shorts with the string that tied in the front.
I remember the shorts because I remember her pulling the string and untying them.
She did it in such a way that to this day I don't think she was really aware of.
She continued to "pay attention" as she wrapped a length of the string around her two fingers.
She kept doing that. Wrapping and unwrapping. Sometimes she included her thumb. Every time she completed a wrap she would sit there and try to free her fingers without the use of her other hand.
Her other hand up by her face. Touching her lips. Sliding to the side. Elbow on the desk. Face in her hand. Hair cascading down. Swiping it back up and over so she could see as she sat back up. Pulling it. Letting it go. Wiggling her fingers free. Spreading her legs just so. Taking the string in her hand. Holding it. Then dropping it. Watching the little knotted end bang tap against the center of her crotch. Pinning it between her thighs. Squeezing with a want of it being more than what it was.
I watched the whole thing.
I can't say for certain
But I think that's when I really started feeling things in the things that I saw.
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I'm on vacation this week
Hence why I'm posting more than I've been.
A lot of alone time
A lot of me being in my head.
I don't like it
At all.
I wish I grew up in a family that knew how to struck their time off to do fun things instead of finding more work to do.
Oh yeah... there's a pandemic going on. A lot of you have been stuck at home. I'm sorry for that. I accept your lack of sympathy.*
Anyway I've fallen victim to the Instagram. Mind numbing endless scrolling through suggested pages etc...
Somewhere along the way I got to reading comments. This of course lead me to click on other instagrammers to see who's all out there.
I am entertained by the women folk. I'll say a solid 80% have their accounts private. Understandable. 15% that are not private are a mix of the "support me on Patreon and check out my OnlyFans page!!!" types and women claiming to be small business entrepreneurs hawking MLM bullshit.
The last 5% just don't give a shit. They got their page public and are all out their with their daily lives. Unsolicited DMs and dick pics be damned.
Hence why I'm posting more than I've been.
A lot of alone time
A lot of me being in my head.
I don't like it
At all.
I wish I grew up in a family that knew how to struck their time off to do fun things instead of finding more work to do.
Oh yeah... there's a pandemic going on. A lot of you have been stuck at home. I'm sorry for that. I accept your lack of sympathy.*
Anyway I've fallen victim to the Instagram. Mind numbing endless scrolling through suggested pages etc...
Somewhere along the way I got to reading comments. This of course lead me to click on other instagrammers to see who's all out there.
I am entertained by the women folk. I'll say a solid 80% have their accounts private. Understandable. 15% that are not private are a mix of the "support me on Patreon and check out my OnlyFans page!!!" types and women claiming to be small business entrepreneurs hawking MLM bullshit.
The last 5% just don't give a shit. They got their page public and are all out their with their daily lives. Unsolicited DMs and dick pics be damned.
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He was sitting somewhat reclined when he pulled his half hard cock out and called her over.
Eyes down escaping her day she knelt between his legs and made a motion to take his cock into her mouth
He grabbed her swift by her hair saying "No!"
Sitting up he grabbed his cock and pulled her face back into his lap
Once again she tried to take him in her mouth and once again he pulled her head back by her hair. This time with a little more heat to his anger. Being the kind of person she wanted him to be.
He was that thing she did to herself, like touching her tongue to the contacts of a nine volt battery. Hating it. But wanting to endure it. And feeling as though; some how, in some way, on the other side stood a better version of herself.
Confused she looked at him. His eyes looked back at her in such a way that caused her to press her lips together.
"That's good" He said still holding his dick.
She was unsure but was washed over by the feeling she felt a good girl would feel she continued to look at him as he brought her head back into his lap.
His cock cross back and forth against her lips. She relaxed them but kept them together. Taking a gamble she pushed a little spit out of her mouth with her tongue thinking a bit more lubrication would be pleasing to him.
Instinctually he thrust up grazing the tip of her nose with his dick. She braced herself to be pulled away and this time slapped. But it never happened.
Relaxing once again she savored the sensation of him painting her face with his cock.
With a cursory glance down at her he stopped and held his dick hard to her face. The tip of it inline with her nostril. He held her head tightly and thrust up just so she couldn't break contact.
"Part your lips. Breath through your mouth."
Given that her breathing was already obstructed she caught on and did just that.
There was a pause of concentration
"The mess isn't your concern"
She tried looking up at him in an attempt to ask "what?" with her eyes but the way she was being held made doing so impossible.
And that's when she felt his piss flush through her sinuses. Filling her skull. Irrigating the space between and behind her eyeballs. Burning acrid brine cycling through her nasal cavity. Pushing thick chunks of snot she didn't know she had out through her open nostril.
She watched the disgust slide off the back of his hand like a dead leech. She wanted to pull away. She thought he would give her a break but he just kept holding her head like that. Just kept pissing. Some of it making it's way down her throat. Most of it filling her skull before vacating out her nose.
He then pulled her away from him. And without letting go of her, stood up and dropped his pants. Piss still piddling out from the tip of his dick.
"Now you can suck me"
And with that she did. She sucked him as ferociously as he throatfucked her. Both of them angry. Him solid. Sturdy. Her a hot mess of snot, piss, and spit. She tried to gain traction on the floor and kept slipping. If it weren't for him holding her by her hair and bobbing her head for her when she couldnt keep time to his thrusting she would have lost all bearing.
But he held tight
Using her face
Like a masturbator
Would use a fleshlight.
Eyes down escaping her day she knelt between his legs and made a motion to take his cock into her mouth
He grabbed her swift by her hair saying "No!"
Sitting up he grabbed his cock and pulled her face back into his lap
Once again she tried to take him in her mouth and once again he pulled her head back by her hair. This time with a little more heat to his anger. Being the kind of person she wanted him to be.
He was that thing she did to herself, like touching her tongue to the contacts of a nine volt battery. Hating it. But wanting to endure it. And feeling as though; some how, in some way, on the other side stood a better version of herself.
Confused she looked at him. His eyes looked back at her in such a way that caused her to press her lips together.
"That's good" He said still holding his dick.
She was unsure but was washed over by the feeling she felt a good girl would feel she continued to look at him as he brought her head back into his lap.
His cock cross back and forth against her lips. She relaxed them but kept them together. Taking a gamble she pushed a little spit out of her mouth with her tongue thinking a bit more lubrication would be pleasing to him.
Instinctually he thrust up grazing the tip of her nose with his dick. She braced herself to be pulled away and this time slapped. But it never happened.
Relaxing once again she savored the sensation of him painting her face with his cock.
With a cursory glance down at her he stopped and held his dick hard to her face. The tip of it inline with her nostril. He held her head tightly and thrust up just so she couldn't break contact.
"Part your lips. Breath through your mouth."
Given that her breathing was already obstructed she caught on and did just that.
There was a pause of concentration
"The mess isn't your concern"
She tried looking up at him in an attempt to ask "what?" with her eyes but the way she was being held made doing so impossible.
And that's when she felt his piss flush through her sinuses. Filling her skull. Irrigating the space between and behind her eyeballs. Burning acrid brine cycling through her nasal cavity. Pushing thick chunks of snot she didn't know she had out through her open nostril.
She watched the disgust slide off the back of his hand like a dead leech. She wanted to pull away. She thought he would give her a break but he just kept holding her head like that. Just kept pissing. Some of it making it's way down her throat. Most of it filling her skull before vacating out her nose.
He then pulled her away from him. And without letting go of her, stood up and dropped his pants. Piss still piddling out from the tip of his dick.
"Now you can suck me"
And with that she did. She sucked him as ferociously as he throatfucked her. Both of them angry. Him solid. Sturdy. Her a hot mess of snot, piss, and spit. She tried to gain traction on the floor and kept slipping. If it weren't for him holding her by her hair and bobbing her head for her when she couldnt keep time to his thrusting she would have lost all bearing.
But he held tight
Using her face
Like a masturbator
Would use a fleshlight.
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We have a song she doesn't know about
And when it comes on
I imagine
That we are teenagers
Dancing at a party
There is a part in the song
Where our hands touch
And our bodies meet
And our dancing stops
And our embrace begins
And we just hold each other
Not to make out
But to just be
And to just protect
And to just feel
And everyone else
Dancing
Is like
"What's their problem?"
And when it comes on
I imagine
That we are teenagers
Dancing at a party
There is a part in the song
Where our hands touch
And our bodies meet
And our dancing stops
And our embrace begins
And we just hold each other
Not to make out
But to just be
And to just protect
And to just feel
And everyone else
Dancing
Is like
"What's their problem?"
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And I just want to study her like this again.
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It wasn't always like that.
And I got to thinking how many steps of foreplay are conveniently skipped during a fresh new relationship.
How convenient tinder and fetlife and lit and all hookup bullshit is. How strong the draw of sexual trysts and affairs are.
And how addicting they are
And how difficult it is to break that addiction.
There is such a goddamn rush when someone new expresses a sexual attraction to you.
A cock swelling crotch dampening validation.
Where a simple audio "ding" of interest triggers a Pavlovian response. Sight unseen.
Right there steps of foreplay have been skipped.
And who doesn't want to skip straight to wanting to fingerbanging in the doorway upon meeting?
And I got to thinking how many steps of foreplay are conveniently skipped during a fresh new relationship.
How convenient tinder and fetlife and lit and all hookup bullshit is. How strong the draw of sexual trysts and affairs are.
And how addicting they are
And how difficult it is to break that addiction.
There is such a goddamn rush when someone new expresses a sexual attraction to you.
A cock swelling crotch dampening validation.
Where a simple audio "ding" of interest triggers a Pavlovian response. Sight unseen.
Right there steps of foreplay have been skipped.
And who doesn't want to skip straight to wanting to fingerbanging in the doorway upon meeting?
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After a cup of coffee I am wondering about what I was trying to say in my previous posts
Without reading what I wrote; as I have no interest to, I feel as though I was backhandedly shitting on those who frequent or have frequented tinder etc...
If so; for those of you offended or felt as though a feeling of shame has been imposed on you, perhaps an awareness that under me bubbles an envy of missing out on such opportunities.
Single life sucks. Absolutely would not give up what I have. Can't imagine what it's like. Particularly now during the pandemic with another cloud of felt self responsibility added to the already tenuous nature of meeting someone new/hooking up.
That said... when hookup sites became a thing I was like... goddamnit.
Without reading what I wrote; as I have no interest to, I feel as though I was backhandedly shitting on those who frequent or have frequented tinder etc...
If so; for those of you offended or felt as though a feeling of shame has been imposed on you, perhaps an awareness that under me bubbles an envy of missing out on such opportunities.
Single life sucks. Absolutely would not give up what I have. Can't imagine what it's like. Particularly now during the pandemic with another cloud of felt self responsibility added to the already tenuous nature of meeting someone new/hooking up.
That said... when hookup sites became a thing I was like... goddamnit.
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I am sure there are mistakes in this. I'll correct them later
Truth is... I fingerbanged the fuck out of her last night. So much so I outpaced her orgasm leaving her frustrated.
It was weird. She was in the back arching midst of coming. My face between her legs. My tongue licking her clit. My index finger inside of her maintaing the same "come hither" motion and pace while my pinky explored the sliding sensation of her asshole.
She was so goddamn wet. The sounds... her breathing. Her bucking hips on my face gritting her teeth saying in a crying-like high pitched tone I'm losing it! I'm losing it!
Both of us locked in this highly erotic sexual panic of searching our thoughts as to how to salvage what we both worked so hard together for. Me knowing a sudden change of course... grabbing pinching her nipple... sliding my ring finger along my pinkie finger up into her asshole would run the ship parallel to the wave... sinking it for sure.
I stayed the course. Maintained my rhythm. Left it up to her to find salvation.
It hurt to watch her struggle. It hurt to know she knew it was something about her that wasn't just doing it. Wasn't getting the wave to crest.
She clenched the sheets and held her breath trying so hard... but... nothing.
Looking up from between her legs I saw body as it began giving up hope. Her clenched hands let go of the sheets and with blank eyes searching the ceiling she said "I lost it."
I asked her if she was done.
She said "no."
I told her "I have all night to be down on you." She laughed wiping a tear away and said "No..."
I looked at her and said "I was serious... what could we do?"
She said she didn't know.
Kneeling between her I pulled her knees together and began rubbing the outside of her thighs and said "let's just sit here and regroup."
She said "okay."
I continued rubbing her thighs as we sat in silence.
She looked at me. maybe you can cum in me and then go down..."
I said "I can do that."
And with that she spread her legs.
I lined my body up against her and slid my cock right in.
She was ultra slick
Absolutely no friction
And I loved it.
She was also really warm
Like a hot tub for my cock.
Once all the way in
I just laid ontop of her
Feeling her around me... and under me
And it was absolutely glorious.
I began thrusting.
Slow purposeful thrusts
And I thought of her
And how I could still smell her on my face as I buried it against the side of her neck
I thought of her
And my cock inside her
And the feel of her hair between my fingers softly pulling her head back
I thought of her
As I looked down at her face
Eyes closed
Her lips slightly parted
I thought of my balls
Full of semen
Smashing against her ass
And I continued my driving thrust
Concentrating on how she--and how it all felt
Until all I could feel was the coming of my own orgasm
And my mind went to that--as I did
The thrust
The ejaculatory swelling
Telling her as I did
Softly
Romantically
Feeling her legs cross behind my back
Feeling each surging pulse of ejaculate inside of her
Pulling my hips out
Laying a bead of semen
All throughout the length of her vagina until I could no more... until I felt her legs let me go.
I sat up and looked at her as my fuck swollen cock slid out.
She looked up at me
Eyes glassy and cum drunk
She didn't say a word
But I felt the thought... you don't have to...
I slid my body down
And spread her thighs
I was there inside of her
Slowly seeping out.
I brought my face to us
Our smell filled me
--and I wanted. I absolutely wanted.
And with my tongue I licked
I licked her from her asshole to clit
"fuck..." is all she said
And all she had to say
To let me know
That was what was missing for her.
Truth is... I fingerbanged the fuck out of her last night. So much so I outpaced her orgasm leaving her frustrated.
It was weird. She was in the back arching midst of coming. My face between her legs. My tongue licking her clit. My index finger inside of her maintaing the same "come hither" motion and pace while my pinky explored the sliding sensation of her asshole.
She was so goddamn wet. The sounds... her breathing. Her bucking hips on my face gritting her teeth saying in a crying-like high pitched tone I'm losing it! I'm losing it!
Both of us locked in this highly erotic sexual panic of searching our thoughts as to how to salvage what we both worked so hard together for. Me knowing a sudden change of course... grabbing pinching her nipple... sliding my ring finger along my pinkie finger up into her asshole would run the ship parallel to the wave... sinking it for sure.
I stayed the course. Maintained my rhythm. Left it up to her to find salvation.
It hurt to watch her struggle. It hurt to know she knew it was something about her that wasn't just doing it. Wasn't getting the wave to crest.
She clenched the sheets and held her breath trying so hard... but... nothing.
Looking up from between her legs I saw body as it began giving up hope. Her clenched hands let go of the sheets and with blank eyes searching the ceiling she said "I lost it."
I asked her if she was done.
She said "no."
I told her "I have all night to be down on you." She laughed wiping a tear away and said "No..."
I looked at her and said "I was serious... what could we do?"
She said she didn't know.
Kneeling between her I pulled her knees together and began rubbing the outside of her thighs and said "let's just sit here and regroup."
She said "okay."
I continued rubbing her thighs as we sat in silence.
She looked at me. maybe you can cum in me and then go down..."
I said "I can do that."
And with that she spread her legs.
I lined my body up against her and slid my cock right in.
She was ultra slick
Absolutely no friction
And I loved it.
She was also really warm
Like a hot tub for my cock.
Once all the way in
I just laid ontop of her
Feeling her around me... and under me
And it was absolutely glorious.
I began thrusting.
Slow purposeful thrusts
And I thought of her
And how I could still smell her on my face as I buried it against the side of her neck
I thought of her
And my cock inside her
And the feel of her hair between my fingers softly pulling her head back
I thought of her
As I looked down at her face
Eyes closed
Her lips slightly parted
I thought of my balls
Full of semen
Smashing against her ass
And I continued my driving thrust
Concentrating on how she--and how it all felt
Until all I could feel was the coming of my own orgasm
And my mind went to that--as I did
The thrust
The ejaculatory swelling
Telling her as I did
Softly
Romantically
Feeling her legs cross behind my back
Feeling each surging pulse of ejaculate inside of her
Pulling my hips out
Laying a bead of semen
All throughout the length of her vagina until I could no more... until I felt her legs let me go.
I sat up and looked at her as my fuck swollen cock slid out.
She looked up at me
Eyes glassy and cum drunk
She didn't say a word
But I felt the thought... you don't have to...
I slid my body down
And spread her thighs
I was there inside of her
Slowly seeping out.
I brought my face to us
Our smell filled me
--and I wanted. I absolutely wanted.
And with my tongue I licked
I licked her from her asshole to clit
"fuck..." is all she said
And all she had to say
To let me know
That was what was missing for her.
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A lucky woman and a very fine ass.
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