Desultory and Impulsive
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I never liked looking ahead
It was always too noisy
Too much going on.
Looking back
Everything
Was calm
Put together
Even at a high rate of speed
There was peace
Peace in the water
Churned by the engine
Kicked up by the propeller
Boiling between the parting wake
The shoreline
Distant
Static
Trees and birds
Docks and people fishing
Facing the faces
Looking forward
Joy and excitement
So full of life and wonder
Carrying on a conversation
Neither could hear
Over the din of the engine
And wind
Blowing through their hair
And I cannot say
Who had the better of the two experiences
Me always looking back
At all the things I've missed
Or they
Looking forward
Missing all the things that have gone by.
It was always too noisy
Too much going on.
Looking back
Everything
Was calm
Put together
Even at a high rate of speed
There was peace
Peace in the water
Churned by the engine
Kicked up by the propeller
Boiling between the parting wake
The shoreline
Distant
Static
Trees and birds
Docks and people fishing
Facing the faces
Looking forward
Joy and excitement
So full of life and wonder
Carrying on a conversation
Neither could hear
Over the din of the engine
And wind
Blowing through their hair
And I cannot say
Who had the better of the two experiences
Me always looking back
At all the things I've missed
Or they
Looking forward
Missing all the things that have gone by.
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I hated how he looked at me
No I didn't.
I hated how I felt
When he looked at me
It wasn't all the time though
It was only at certain times
Certain times I could never predict
And it wasn't like I've never been exposed
To such eye contact by other men in my life
Lord knows that I have
And Lord knows that I believed I had
With dick in my vagina
But unlike all the others
He didn't just look at me to see me
He looked at me to feel me
To feel for me to give up my emotions
And it scared me
Because it felt like he could get me to
And with it there came a rush of panic that I would... an elation that I could
And I hated it
Because I know if I did
I would fall in love
And if I did that
He could hurt me.
No I didn't.
I hated how I felt
When he looked at me
It wasn't all the time though
It was only at certain times
Certain times I could never predict
And it wasn't like I've never been exposed
To such eye contact by other men in my life
Lord knows that I have
And Lord knows that I believed I had
With dick in my vagina
But unlike all the others
He didn't just look at me to see me
He looked at me to feel me
To feel for me to give up my emotions
And it scared me
Because it felt like he could get me to
And with it there came a rush of panic that I would... an elation that I could
And I hated it
Because I know if I did
I would fall in love
And if I did that
He could hurt me.
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Isn’t this the greatest rush hope and fear. Thank you for your writing!
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Thank you for reading!
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I did not just like her
I adored her
Loved her
And I wanted to marry our bodies together with the lust I had come to feel for her
But all I could do
Whenever I was struck
By such feelings for her
Was look at her
And hope I wasn't giving too much of myself away.
I adored her
Loved her
And I wanted to marry our bodies together with the lust I had come to feel for her
But all I could do
Whenever I was struck
By such feelings for her
Was look at her
And hope I wasn't giving too much of myself away.
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I love this..
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A popular fantasy she masturbated to was one where she volunteered herself to the risk of being impregnated by another man she met through one of those hook-up sites.
The fantasy came about back when Craigslist had provided such shady opportunities for people. She'd go through all the desperate men in her area. Wondering who they all were. If she had ever crossed paths with them in the store.
She even lurked the gay section and envied how easy it is for gay men to just hook-up and fuck and not worry so much about being beaten or murdered.
To be honest... that's why she favored gay porn and gay erotica. The luxury of just.... dropping pants and getting dick pounded with such lust driven aggression free of his fear of hurting you and your own fear of being hurt.
And so she had it in her head
The thought of just doing it.
She'd establish contact. Message eachother through a burner app or something.
Agree on a place
In her head it was somewhere somewhat public.
A secluded county road wooded rest stop.
She'd park her car
And just before turning it off she'd text her husband... "have to make a stop. Will be late coming home from work." He'd text back "okay". She'd power off her phone and throw it in her purse. Put her purse under the passenger seat. Turn off her car. Exit. And make her way to the location she had scouted out weeks before.
Sometimes in her fantasy she blindfolds and handcuffs herself to something Other times he puts a pillowcase over her head.
There isn't any romance. Just fucking. Her top is never removed. Her leggings are never pulled past mid-thigh. She's always taken from behind. And he is always bareback.
She figures once she had gotten good at having actually become this person she'd make herself a shirt where she'd write on the back with marker the words, "Use. If you want." Under of which she would tape a condom. Never wanting any of the men to actually use it.
She'd always come when her fantasy had him coming inside of her. And it was always such a powerful orgasm. The thought of want. His semen impregnating her. Even the risk of disease... bringing either one of them home to her husband.
Him never knowing until it's too late.
The fantasy came about back when Craigslist had provided such shady opportunities for people. She'd go through all the desperate men in her area. Wondering who they all were. If she had ever crossed paths with them in the store.
She even lurked the gay section and envied how easy it is for gay men to just hook-up and fuck and not worry so much about being beaten or murdered.
To be honest... that's why she favored gay porn and gay erotica. The luxury of just.... dropping pants and getting dick pounded with such lust driven aggression free of his fear of hurting you and your own fear of being hurt.
And so she had it in her head
The thought of just doing it.
She'd establish contact. Message eachother through a burner app or something.
Agree on a place
In her head it was somewhere somewhat public.
A secluded county road wooded rest stop.
She'd park her car
And just before turning it off she'd text her husband... "have to make a stop. Will be late coming home from work." He'd text back "okay". She'd power off her phone and throw it in her purse. Put her purse under the passenger seat. Turn off her car. Exit. And make her way to the location she had scouted out weeks before.
Sometimes in her fantasy she blindfolds and handcuffs herself to something Other times he puts a pillowcase over her head.
There isn't any romance. Just fucking. Her top is never removed. Her leggings are never pulled past mid-thigh. She's always taken from behind. And he is always bareback.
She figures once she had gotten good at having actually become this person she'd make herself a shirt where she'd write on the back with marker the words, "Use. If you want." Under of which she would tape a condom. Never wanting any of the men to actually use it.
She'd always come when her fantasy had him coming inside of her. And it was always such a powerful orgasm. The thought of want. His semen impregnating her. Even the risk of disease... bringing either one of them home to her husband.
Him never knowing until it's too late.
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All of her fantasy men are hard and eager for her. And it's mostly just fucking her to jizz and go.
She imagined walking back to her car. Sitting in the driver's seat. Waiting for her phone to power back up. Feeling that phantom cock feeling inside of her. Her crotch lubricated with his semen still running out of her.
Text notifications from her husband... "if you are at the store could you get..." "are you on your way?" "???"
She had been edging herself this one time. Same fantasy. Different fantasy man. But this time; for whatever reason, her mind gave the man more agency.
He had her head and neck and upper torso ratchet strapped to the top of a picnic table. Her feet firmly placed on the ground.
He pulled her leggings half down but instead of mounting like all the others, he spread her ass cheeks and hungrily licked her asshole unapologetically.
It wasn't something she liked her husband doing
But the guy in her head wasn't him
And she fucking loved it
Loved letting herself go and give into his want to lick her clean knowing full well he was only doing so to stick his dick inside it.
And she could see herself there. This man fucking her asshole. Feeling is cock swell and empty inside of her. Feeling her self wanting to shit and fearing that she was. Unable to do anything about it. Hearing each click of the ratchet strap as he cinched it down with each thrust. Making it harder and harder for her to take in a full breath. Laying there immobile for his seed to claim.
She imagined walking back to her car. Sitting in the driver's seat. Waiting for her phone to power back up. Feeling that phantom cock feeling inside of her. Her crotch lubricated with his semen still running out of her.
Text notifications from her husband... "if you are at the store could you get..." "are you on your way?" "???"
She had been edging herself this one time. Same fantasy. Different fantasy man. But this time; for whatever reason, her mind gave the man more agency.
He had her head and neck and upper torso ratchet strapped to the top of a picnic table. Her feet firmly placed on the ground.
He pulled her leggings half down but instead of mounting like all the others, he spread her ass cheeks and hungrily licked her asshole unapologetically.
It wasn't something she liked her husband doing
But the guy in her head wasn't him
And she fucking loved it
Loved letting herself go and give into his want to lick her clean knowing full well he was only doing so to stick his dick inside it.
And she could see herself there. This man fucking her asshole. Feeling is cock swell and empty inside of her. Feeling her self wanting to shit and fearing that she was. Unable to do anything about it. Hearing each click of the ratchet strap as he cinched it down with each thrust. Making it harder and harder for her to take in a full breath. Laying there immobile for his seed to claim.
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Back in college she had a college friend who; during a drunken girls night in the dorms, said that she had a boyfriend who made icecubes out of his cum and slide them one-by-one into her asshole and fucked her using them as lube once they had melted. Saying it was like twelve guys came inside her.
It was a story she was skeptical of as most boys weren't that forward thinking.
And how long would it take to fill an Ice cube tray anyway?
At most... maybe it was one cumcube.
And where was the ice cube tray kept? How many cumcubes were inadvertently put in drinks?
So many questions!
It was a story she was skeptical of as most boys weren't that forward thinking.
And how long would it take to fill an Ice cube tray anyway?
At most... maybe it was one cumcube.
And where was the ice cube tray kept? How many cumcubes were inadvertently put in drinks?
So many questions!
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Reoccurring haunted house dream.
Took awhile to realize it was what it was
Parts of dream featured cast/actors/people featured of the movie Gummo which I've not scene in decade
Second night in row cousin S was drempt about. This time her sister was there as was my brother and step-father
Was repairing landing gear on trailer. A guy I didn't know or liked very much was helping. May have been a guy from previous job
Was my mom part of dream? Don't know. There's a feeling she was.
Wife was in it also. I think we were temporary living in house and were moving or trying to move out
Cousin wanted beer
There was 4 kinds. All were warm. Coors light and Miller High Life were two I recognized
Old man J was in the wash bay of the shop making up jobs on a truck or trailer that didn't need fixing. I was like.. "Jesus Christ stop being stupid"
Wasn't until had to use bathroom when I began realizing the house was the house.
Same hallway.
Same bathroom just off to the right
Didn't go down or go in because the haunting vibes were really super strong. Like childhood nightmare strong.
Contemplated other bathrooms I knew of in the house but thought this was that house... why would they be any different.
Woke up. 4:25 am
Wrote then posted it. 4:48 am
Took awhile to realize it was what it was
Parts of dream featured cast/actors/people featured of the movie Gummo which I've not scene in decade
Second night in row cousin S was drempt about. This time her sister was there as was my brother and step-father
Was repairing landing gear on trailer. A guy I didn't know or liked very much was helping. May have been a guy from previous job
Was my mom part of dream? Don't know. There's a feeling she was.
Wife was in it also. I think we were temporary living in house and were moving or trying to move out
Cousin wanted beer
There was 4 kinds. All were warm. Coors light and Miller High Life were two I recognized
Old man J was in the wash bay of the shop making up jobs on a truck or trailer that didn't need fixing. I was like.. "Jesus Christ stop being stupid"
Wasn't until had to use bathroom when I began realizing the house was the house.
Same hallway.
Same bathroom just off to the right
Didn't go down or go in because the haunting vibes were really super strong. Like childhood nightmare strong.
Contemplated other bathrooms I knew of in the house but thought this was that house... why would they be any different.
Woke up. 4:25 am
Wrote then posted it. 4:48 am
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Awake.
In bathroom of own actual house
Cat sleeping on bath mat
Feel hungover with wishes to make it all go away. What it all is I don't know but it feels loud and I wish it wasn't around me.
Am feeling sad.
Sad feelings that don't feel like my own.
In bathroom of own actual house
Cat sleeping on bath mat
Feel hungover with wishes to make it all go away. What it all is I don't know but it feels loud and I wish it wasn't around me.
Am feeling sad.
Sad feelings that don't feel like my own.
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And now my thoughts go back to a time of eating outdoors at a restaurant with a woman in a dress not wearing panties.
Sensing a guy walking towards us down the sidewalk. Asking her to spread her legs... her doing so nonchalantly. Him looking straight at her crotch as he walked by not saying a word...
Sensing a guy walking towards us down the sidewalk. Asking her to spread her legs... her doing so nonchalantly. Him looking straight at her crotch as he walked by not saying a word...
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You've had a long day with a wide variety of thoughts crossing your mind.
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Yes.
I'm sorry to have not given you the proper acknowledgement you deserve; for your previous post, in giving me the recognition my ego wants me to say it longs to experience.
On behalf of it--and my self that wants to say it doesn't deserve it--thank you
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A thing that bothers me about many extreme bbw porn videos is how grossly mistreated the women are.
The degrading and humiliation is in many cases reprehensible.
Sure. Perhaps that's part of the genera. Like how black men are oft typecast as thugs and drug dealers set out to corrupt white suburban well-to-do women and cuck their husbands.
No matter. Porn needs to move on.
I know I know snowflake me. Fuck you twatwaffle. Nobody likes you. Go back to wearing diapers and sniffing the crotch of your dead mother's panties. You regurgitated bedwetting Monster drinking shit-stain.
Another thing that bothers me is when the amputation becomes the focal point in amputation porn.
When I set out to watch amp porn I set out to see a woman missing a limb or more get fucked like the real goddamn human being that she is and not like some sideshow freak.
Sweet fucking Jesus. Self exploitation is good. Imposed, assumed, or forced exploitation is not and it really fucks up my goddamn orgasm you arrogant entitled fetishists, socially inept fucktards.
The degrading and humiliation is in many cases reprehensible.
Sure. Perhaps that's part of the genera. Like how black men are oft typecast as thugs and drug dealers set out to corrupt white suburban well-to-do women and cuck their husbands.
No matter. Porn needs to move on.
I know I know snowflake me. Fuck you twatwaffle. Nobody likes you. Go back to wearing diapers and sniffing the crotch of your dead mother's panties. You regurgitated bedwetting Monster drinking shit-stain.
Another thing that bothers me is when the amputation becomes the focal point in amputation porn.
When I set out to watch amp porn I set out to see a woman missing a limb or more get fucked like the real goddamn human being that she is and not like some sideshow freak.
Sweet fucking Jesus. Self exploitation is good. Imposed, assumed, or forced exploitation is not and it really fucks up my goddamn orgasm you arrogant entitled fetishists, socially inept fucktards.
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So I was brushing my teeth after masturbating for the second time today and I got to thinking... you know... it's gotta be kinda nice being asexual
Think about it. A life free of the burden of persistently consistently wanting an orgasm. Sexually intrusive thoughts... gone. No glance-backs at the hot guy or woman at the store, mall, jogging down the street. No waking up horny. No moment during the day were you go... "know what? I think I'm going to masturbate now."
But then I got to thinking... asexual does not mean aintimate or aemotional.
And then I got to thinking how much it's gotta suck for them to find love and companionship. It's difficult enough as it is for us horny fucks. And there's way the fuck more of us in the sea than there are of them.
Think about it. A life free of the burden of persistently consistently wanting an orgasm. Sexually intrusive thoughts... gone. No glance-backs at the hot guy or woman at the store, mall, jogging down the street. No waking up horny. No moment during the day were you go... "know what? I think I'm going to masturbate now."
But then I got to thinking... asexual does not mean aintimate or aemotional.
And then I got to thinking how much it's gotta suck for them to find love and companionship. It's difficult enough as it is for us horny fucks. And there's way the fuck more of us in the sea than there are of them.
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I arrived in time to see him ontop of her
She was face down naked
His legs spreading hers
His cock slow thrusting inside of her
She tipped her pelvis up to meet his thrusts
Everything about it was wanted. Was consensual.
And it wasn't the fucking that bothered me the most.
It was the intimacy between the two of them. The seamless choreography of their movements. It all made me so angry that with him it was all so effortless. Smooth. Poetic. A slow smolder with no desire to burn out.
He said something to her I could not quite hear. She didn't say anything in return. She just sleepily laid there. Her body not wanting him to pullout as he did.
I could feel her want of him back inside of her as his hips pulled away. But all she did was lay there open for him.
Their adjustments were slight and certain. Seemingly well practiced. His body moved forward just a bit on her. Her body moved down just a bit on him. And with that... without guidance of hand he pushed the head of his cock into her asshole and sunk effortlessly into her.
Had I not been there to see it myself I wouldn't have believed it. And the rising rage of my jealousy was making me wish that I wasn't.
He was full up inside of her. She accepted him without struggle or thought. It was such a struggle to conceptualize how easy it was for him to be granted such a thing where for me it was at worst forbidden and at best a treat she reluctantly threw my way.
I watched as he mounted her
Using his legs to spread her legs further apart making it known that where he was, was definitely in her asshole. And she for her part assisted him by tilting her hips up all the more.
It was as if they both knew I was watching and had come to just give up sheltering me from their want for each other
His thrusts were minimal but full of purpose. As if the act of being there was enough for him.
She raised up on her elbows and with closed eyes turned her head towards him.
They kissed
And as they kissed
He came
And though there were no sounds or animalistic thrusting I could still sense the violence of his throbbing cock ejaculating inside of her.
Jets of semen surging deep from his testicles spurting deep into her body. One wave after another. The act disrupting the intimacy of their kiss. Her head turning back forward then dropping down... neck relaxed between her shoulders. Eyes closed as he thrust the very last of all that was in him deep inside of her.
And that is how I had come to realize why she had never become pregnant by him.
She was face down naked
His legs spreading hers
His cock slow thrusting inside of her
She tipped her pelvis up to meet his thrusts
Everything about it was wanted. Was consensual.
And it wasn't the fucking that bothered me the most.
It was the intimacy between the two of them. The seamless choreography of their movements. It all made me so angry that with him it was all so effortless. Smooth. Poetic. A slow smolder with no desire to burn out.
He said something to her I could not quite hear. She didn't say anything in return. She just sleepily laid there. Her body not wanting him to pullout as he did.
I could feel her want of him back inside of her as his hips pulled away. But all she did was lay there open for him.
Their adjustments were slight and certain. Seemingly well practiced. His body moved forward just a bit on her. Her body moved down just a bit on him. And with that... without guidance of hand he pushed the head of his cock into her asshole and sunk effortlessly into her.
Had I not been there to see it myself I wouldn't have believed it. And the rising rage of my jealousy was making me wish that I wasn't.
He was full up inside of her. She accepted him without struggle or thought. It was such a struggle to conceptualize how easy it was for him to be granted such a thing where for me it was at worst forbidden and at best a treat she reluctantly threw my way.
I watched as he mounted her
Using his legs to spread her legs further apart making it known that where he was, was definitely in her asshole. And she for her part assisted him by tilting her hips up all the more.
It was as if they both knew I was watching and had come to just give up sheltering me from their want for each other
His thrusts were minimal but full of purpose. As if the act of being there was enough for him.
She raised up on her elbows and with closed eyes turned her head towards him.
They kissed
And as they kissed
He came
And though there were no sounds or animalistic thrusting I could still sense the violence of his throbbing cock ejaculating inside of her.
Jets of semen surging deep from his testicles spurting deep into her body. One wave after another. The act disrupting the intimacy of their kiss. Her head turning back forward then dropping down... neck relaxed between her shoulders. Eyes closed as he thrust the very last of all that was in him deep inside of her.
And that is how I had come to realize why she had never become pregnant by him.
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I am angry with a want to abuse a woman that wants to be abused.
To expose her in ways to cause other men to want to fuck her
To parade her around and offer her as a whore to men whose wives and girlfriends cannot or are unwilling to indulge their sexual wants.
I want this woman
And I want to keep her on a leash while all is being done to her
The tug of it against her throat being the only thing reminding her that she means everything to me.
To expose her in ways to cause other men to want to fuck her
To parade her around and offer her as a whore to men whose wives and girlfriends cannot or are unwilling to indulge their sexual wants.
I want this woman
And I want to keep her on a leash while all is being done to her
The tug of it against her throat being the only thing reminding her that she means everything to me.
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Love this
I've done nothing within the past hour thinking about her
In my mind she is so very much real
Like how I could just touch her with my heart through my eyes looking into hers
Falling into such a mad passionate love for her
Remembering how I felt when our lips kissed
And feeling that feeling in her with each kissed forced upon her by men she didn't know.
Raping that feeling into her
Making her feel the pain of all the things my mind has created between us
The longing
The desire and lust
Of our hands holding
Fingers laced together like they never should have been. In the park. In public. In the woods.
She is my body of water
And I am but a drop of oil upon her
Longing to sink it
Wanting so badly to swim within the depths of her
But all that there is
Is a leash in my hand
To which I will never ever let go of.
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