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Just tell her.
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I'm cleaning it up
But leaving the bones.
The tree I think is a boxelder
Thick vines are growing up from the ground. Very woody. Maybe an inch or two in diameter.
They somehow managed to climb the tree inspite of growing a good foot or three away from the base.
I thought about cutting them down but then I was like... I'm just going to let this war play out.
Besides. With all the bones around the tree and these vines having grown up through the bone mulch it's like the tree is trying to escape hell and the vines have been sent to pull it back under.
But leaving the bones.
The tree I think is a boxelder
Thick vines are growing up from the ground. Very woody. Maybe an inch or two in diameter.
They somehow managed to climb the tree inspite of growing a good foot or three away from the base.
I thought about cutting them down but then I was like... I'm just going to let this war play out.
Besides. With all the bones around the tree and these vines having grown up through the bone mulch it's like the tree is trying to escape hell and the vines have been sent to pull it back under.
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Worst night slept in a long time
Woke up feeling abandoned by my memories. Like... as though they were real people.
All my memories have a deep emotional value
Some people have memories to... well... remember.
I have them to feel.
And I want to go on explaining how this is absolutly important to me. But all attempts thus far has made me sound as though I'm... special.
I wish I could have slept well last night.
There was no reason for me not to have.
I cut wood all goddamn day. Well beyond earning a good night's sleep
Woke up feeling abandoned by my memories. Like... as though they were real people.
All my memories have a deep emotional value
Some people have memories to... well... remember.
I have them to feel.
And I want to go on explaining how this is absolutly important to me. But all attempts thus far has made me sound as though I'm... special.
I wish I could have slept well last night.
There was no reason for me not to have.
I cut wood all goddamn day. Well beyond earning a good night's sleep
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It's too early to want to hurt a woman with my sadness and make her feel pretty
But I do.
To grab her head by her hair
And throat fuck her stupid
Gurgling
Gagging
Cum dump whore sounds
Edging my closer to feeling good
Then pulling her away
And slapping her face
As punishment for it
Smashing my balls against her face
Sliding myself up and down
Forcing her
Suffocating her between my cock and thigh
Pushing her down to lick my asshole
Slapping her spit wet tits
Pushing three fingers down her throat until she dry heaves puke spit on the floor for me to rub her face in
God
What I would give
To cut myself open
For a woman like that
But I do.
To grab her head by her hair
And throat fuck her stupid
Gurgling
Gagging
Cum dump whore sounds
Edging my closer to feeling good
Then pulling her away
And slapping her face
As punishment for it
Smashing my balls against her face
Sliding myself up and down
Forcing her
Suffocating her between my cock and thigh
Pushing her down to lick my asshole
Slapping her spit wet tits
Pushing three fingers down her throat until she dry heaves puke spit on the floor for me to rub her face in
God
What I would give
To cut myself open
For a woman like that
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Wife asked what I was thinking. A question asked so many times by so many people.
I was laying on the floor stretching my back.
I proceeded to tell her the story that's been unfolding in my mind the past few days.
Something that very well might end up here to be read by the eyes of you people.
I am absolutely rivited by this story. It's got me wanting more of it. But I'm the one thinking it so my head is working on it like a podcast I thought I paused but is still running in the background.
So I'm reconstructing everything I missed and my wife asks me what I'm thinking about. And just like everyone who asks me that at any point in my day I'm always like... Where the fuck do I begin? because fact of the matter is I am always reconstructing what I had missed due to having to be socially present
And I never used to indulge anyone with what I was thinking because I'm insecure about it. Particularly around those socially/professionally driven types progressing in a direction
But at this stage in my life I'm more like... "meh fuck it."
So I'm laying on the floor and I begin telling my wife this character's story. I'm staring at the ceiling watching it all play out in the front of my skull and my hands become animated as I'm telling it and as I'm telling it I'm getting more and more excited because it's all kinda being acted out and it's so compelling to me and I get to the point where there is no more and I just stop and say... "So that's what I'm thinking about"
And there is this pause and she says... "so... you imagine people." I say yes. She then says "and these people tell you their stories" and I say "Sometimes. Sometimes they are just doing things and I am watching" and she goes "well that's interesting."
And that's it.
Thank you for reading
I was laying on the floor stretching my back.
I proceeded to tell her the story that's been unfolding in my mind the past few days.
Something that very well might end up here to be read by the eyes of you people.
I am absolutely rivited by this story. It's got me wanting more of it. But I'm the one thinking it so my head is working on it like a podcast I thought I paused but is still running in the background.
So I'm reconstructing everything I missed and my wife asks me what I'm thinking about. And just like everyone who asks me that at any point in my day I'm always like... Where the fuck do I begin? because fact of the matter is I am always reconstructing what I had missed due to having to be socially present
And I never used to indulge anyone with what I was thinking because I'm insecure about it. Particularly around those socially/professionally driven types progressing in a direction
But at this stage in my life I'm more like... "meh fuck it."
So I'm laying on the floor and I begin telling my wife this character's story. I'm staring at the ceiling watching it all play out in the front of my skull and my hands become animated as I'm telling it and as I'm telling it I'm getting more and more excited because it's all kinda being acted out and it's so compelling to me and I get to the point where there is no more and I just stop and say... "So that's what I'm thinking about"
And there is this pause and she says... "so... you imagine people." I say yes. She then says "and these people tell you their stories" and I say "Sometimes. Sometimes they are just doing things and I am watching" and she goes "well that's interesting."
And that's it.
Thank you for reading
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Thank you for writing... and for sharing it with us.
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Sitting here
Drinking coffee.
Watching flurries of snow
Swirl and fall
Around the brilliant red plumage
Of a cardinal
Eating the birdseed I set out for him.
Thinking about all the different ways
A woman can be raped.
A robin is sitting on a branch
Looking like Bernie Sanders
Wearing mittens.
Drinking coffee.
Watching flurries of snow
Swirl and fall
Around the brilliant red plumage
Of a cardinal
Eating the birdseed I set out for him.
Thinking about all the different ways
A woman can be raped.
A robin is sitting on a branch
Looking like Bernie Sanders
Wearing mittens.
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Right now I am imagining a fictional version of myself creating a fetlife account or account on some such other place
Making a connection
Mining her of all the things she has done
--wants done.
Being so matter of fact about it all
Rationalizing her desires
Feeling for and falling into her ego
Checking off all of her boxes
Setting up a date. Just to meet
Sizing her up
Studying her mannerisms
Hyperfocusing on her body
Her neck
The curve of her earlobe
Her fingernails... are they painted? Are they squovals?
The way her lips move as she talked
The color and musculature of the iris of her eyes
Leaning in as she spoke. Listening to her.
Making a connection
Mining her of all the things she has done
--wants done.
Being so matter of fact about it all
Rationalizing her desires
Feeling for and falling into her ego
Checking off all of her boxes
Setting up a date. Just to meet
Sizing her up
Studying her mannerisms
Hyperfocusing on her body
Her neck
The curve of her earlobe
Her fingernails... are they painted? Are they squovals?
The way her lips move as she talked
The color and musculature of the iris of her eyes
Leaning in as she spoke. Listening to her.
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On age (part 7)
When I was younger I had a thing for older women.
I mean... all the women in playboy etc were older so there wasn't much of a choice ...up to a point.
Past that point... I was still into older women.
Older women (with rare exception) are not into younger men
Women; for their part, from what I've been able to gather, chase after/have a keen interest in experience. A thing even the most fucked up failure of an older man has over his younger competition. Even if only by convincing words
It's a frustrating thing trying to convince an older woman you are attracted to them. I done did quit altogether.
The other day we had visitors. Amongst them was an 18 year old woman.
I looked at her as best I could without giving off creepy vibes much like the way I described how I did the woman in my previous post. But with out any intention.
There is an undeniable, unattainable beauty youth possesses.
She was talking. I was listening. And then came her short intake breath of realization that I was paying attention thus giving her agency which softened her features all the more and she demured. And it was here were I felt this... I don't know. It was some kind of cue. A cue that was like.... "now... set the hook."
I mean not to come off as pompous and arrogant like I'm king shit of catching ladies... but I think those of you having once been her and have felt the hook set know good goddamn well what I am talking about.
I've no reason to set the hook. But I felt it. And I was like... "really? this easy?"
And then I was like.... "ugh... fuck no"
And I'm sorry if I got any fuck-ready hot-bodied 18 year olds reading this. But... no.
The thought of going younger fucking exhausts me. And I guess with some regard I feel like how older women must feel when pursued by younger men
But yet so many older men target younger women. And sure some that's just the preference. And there is a perfectly acceptable age-gap. Is it 5 years? 10? I don't know. But quite honestly? For me? Most cases I've seen (and heard about) scream "small-dick energy". The greater the age-gap the smaller the dick.
When I was younger I had a thing for older women.
I mean... all the women in playboy etc were older so there wasn't much of a choice ...up to a point.
Past that point... I was still into older women.
Older women (with rare exception) are not into younger men
Women; for their part, from what I've been able to gather, chase after/have a keen interest in experience. A thing even the most fucked up failure of an older man has over his younger competition. Even if only by convincing words
It's a frustrating thing trying to convince an older woman you are attracted to them. I done did quit altogether.
The other day we had visitors. Amongst them was an 18 year old woman.
I looked at her as best I could without giving off creepy vibes much like the way I described how I did the woman in my previous post. But with out any intention.
There is an undeniable, unattainable beauty youth possesses.
She was talking. I was listening. And then came her short intake breath of realization that I was paying attention thus giving her agency which softened her features all the more and she demured. And it was here were I felt this... I don't know. It was some kind of cue. A cue that was like.... "now... set the hook."
I mean not to come off as pompous and arrogant like I'm king shit of catching ladies... but I think those of you having once been her and have felt the hook set know good goddamn well what I am talking about.
I've no reason to set the hook. But I felt it. And I was like... "really? this easy?"
And then I was like.... "ugh... fuck no"
And I'm sorry if I got any fuck-ready hot-bodied 18 year olds reading this. But... no.
The thought of going younger fucking exhausts me. And I guess with some regard I feel like how older women must feel when pursued by younger men
But yet so many older men target younger women. And sure some that's just the preference. And there is a perfectly acceptable age-gap. Is it 5 years? 10? I don't know. But quite honestly? For me? Most cases I've seen (and heard about) scream "small-dick energy". The greater the age-gap the smaller the dick.
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Your words here are beautiful - not just this post but in general across this thread. Thank you for sharing.
re: this post. I'm not sure about either! I don't share these fetishes but think it may come back to a desire to be submissive or just going back to a base nature? Anyways, that's just a thought from an occasional cross dresser.
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It brings me great pleasure that you have shared your insight on my thread. Thank you. And thank you for finding my words beautiful. You telling me this means a lot to me.
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best post of the week (so far)!
edited to note: while it isn't nearly enough it is progress and progress has to start somewhere - so i think while it is what it is, it is a start. and hopefully it becomes something more.
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