Desultory and Impulsive

I'd ask you if you wanted to race. But ah... You kinda got a ways to go yet.

Are you doubting my ability to ramble?

My thread still has a little less than a month before it will be one year old. When did you start this one again?

*mic drop*
 
Are you doubting my ability to ramble?

My thread still has a little less than a month before it will be one year old. When did you start this one again?

*mic drop*

Damn.

And you have more engagement.

Sure as fuck didn't think that idea of mine all the way through.
 
And if there's anything anyone should have learned from following this nonsense is me, it's that I'm quite comfortable talking to myself.
 
She fumbled at the plastic ribbon until her fingers finally got hold of the little tab

From there she pulled
And watched as it cut through the wrapping of the cigarettes

There was always this something about the quiet cutting as the ribbon made it's way around the box. The sensation was like that of skiing upon the glass suface of some lake she grew to love inside her mind.
 
She tapped the box against the palm of her hand before breaking the crease of the cardboard lid.

The window of her apartment overlooked nothing in particular.

The day was grey with rain as it always seemed to be whenever she did this
 
She took a cigarette out.

Long and slender.

The delicate paper
Wrapped around the unspent dry tobacco

Firm
But yet so fragile.

The memory as a child
Finding the cigarettes
Pulling one or two out
And crumbling them in her hand

The fragrance of tobacco being upward while the dried cut chaff fell to the ground

The back of her head being cuffed
 
She looked out the window again
The cigarette between her middle and index finger

She fumbled with the lighter
Igniting it
Then taking her finger off the little lever

Letting it go out


Igniting it


Letting it go out

She brought the cigarette to her lips






...and lit the end.
 
She drew the flame in

The flame combusted the contents

Smoke was drawn through the wrapped tobacco

Through the filter

And into her mouth where she held it.
 
She pulled the cigarette away.
Ash falling onto her lap like snowflakes clumped together.

Landing
And scattering.

With her lips
Gently pursed together
She rolled the smoke around in her mouth

Tasting it
Feeling how it clung to her teeth
And tongue

She closed her eyes
And for a brief moment
She pretended it was all semen


Of the many rampant fantasies she's had in her life being made to be an oral cum receptacle was one of them.

In her mind
Where such things happened perfectly
She would be bound and blindfolded
Naked kneeling
With her head pulled back
By her hair tied to the end of an ass hook
Positioned firmly into her body

Slack-jawed
Mouth open
One by one an unknown man would come into the room and masturbate into her mouth

Some of the men in business suits
Some black thug ghetto types

Fat gross guys
Sloppy and eager post highschool young guys...

Semen
Ejaculate
All from men who she didn't know
...but some that would know her and see her in the grocery store. Or walking home from work. Or at a business gathering of friends and family where there would be whispers... she's that woman that... which would never come back to her. But would be out there.


She parted her lips and let the smoke blow out of her mouth.

Each year she gets older than when she first started this little thing that she did.

And each year she's just a little more tempted to pull the smoke all the way into her lungs

Just to feel what he felt every time he did

She looked down at the cigarette
Between her fingers
Then again out the rain streaked window of her apartment

Then again at the cigarette

She contemplated another puff. But that wasn't part of the agreement.

Crossing her ankle up over her knee
She quietly said "happy birthday"

And snuffed the cigarette out on the inside of her thigh.
 
Aww..thanks Mr Mr.




Waiiiit...puppaccinno, pup cup....Sorry, I just had to butt in and say these words are the cutest.

I didn't even know pup cups were a thing! Then one day me and my co-pilot went through the DQ drive through and when I pulled up to get my order the cashier was all like "awe... Would he like a pup cup?" I said "umm... sure?" She said "I'll be right back!" And she returned with a little tiny cup of ice cream complete with the little DQ curly-q and a little dog biscuit on the side. It was adorable. And co-pilot approved.
 
I didn't even know pup cups were a thing! Then one day me and my co-pilot went through the DQ drive through and when I pulled up to get my order the cashier was all like "awe... Would he like a pup cup?" I said "umm... sure?" She said "I'll be right back!" And she returned with a little tiny cup of ice cream complete with the little DQ curly-q and a little dog biscuit on the side. It was adorable. And co-pilot approved.

The way to my heart is through my dog. :heart: Your pup is adorable.
 
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