Desultory and Impulsive

Sometimes when I cannot sleep
And she cannot sleep
She will lay her head on my chest
And we will fall asleep
Together

It is a short sleep
That lasts for however long as it does

But it is sleep.
 
It's like when one candle
Lights another

Together
Wicks touching
The flame is furious bright

Then apart
Each flame calms
And comes back to center
 
It's like when one candle
Lights another

Together
Wicks touching
The flame is furious bright

Then apart
Each flame calms
And comes back to center

I don't know why this makes me sad....but when I picture it I think it's because there will always be people who light my flame when they walk by...even when it's against my better judgement and my own good ..


And I'm angry, because I burn brighter but burn out fast ..
Oof .sorry for that heavy. I'm deep in this feeling right now
 
I don't know why this makes me sad....but when I picture it I think it's because there will always be people who light my flame when they walk by...even when it's against my better judgement and my own good ..


And I'm angry, because I burn brighter but burn out fast ..
Oof .sorry for that heavy. I'm deep in this feeling right now

That's alright. I get it. I like feelings. I'll be deep in this feeling with you.
 
I don't know why this makes me sad....but when I picture it I think it's because there will always be people who light my flame when they walk by...even when it's against my better judgement and my own good ..


And I'm angry, because I burn brighter but burn out fast ..
Oof .sorry for that heavy. I'm deep in this feeling right now

Ruby I know exactly how you feel…….
 
Kinda horny

Been having cuck fantasies. Not of my own. But of the imaginary people in my head.

I've this one where it is of this young couple. The wife finds an older guy. Her dad's age. Maybe older. He's married but you know how old men are... dissatisfied with his wife for some selfish reason or another.

All he wants is some decent oral again. Longs to feel his load swallowed right from his cock.

Young husband gives the okay for his wife to pursue.

She does and it becomes a thing.

It was always meeting him in a neutral spot.

But then he starts showing up to their home. Suggested by her

Husband is not too keen on the idea but she's all like "Don't worry about it." And throws out the whole "you wanted this" shame/guilt routine.

There's a text chain he can see but not be a part of between the two.

The guy is at work as they begin to message

The old guy is lamenting how his wife had gone through menopause a few years back

The young wife is sympathetic

The old man goes on to say how he misses and likes the idea of fucking a woman pregnant

The guy's wife doesn't respond but the husband knows she's there fighting her feelings

The old man asks if she is home

Again... silence.

And then she says "yes"

The old man asks if he can come over

Again there is silence.

And then she says "yes"


It had always been oral up until this point and the husband has always somehow been present when he started coming over... hiding in another room. Watching her head bob on his cock but him being obscure and out of view...

And now the old man was coming over with him at work, his wife home, horny, wanting but not wanting to feel cock up inside her



And that's pretty much the foundation. I've maybe three or four fluid variations of this story swirling around the tidal swell of my mind. All edging me so close to orgasm.
 
Unable to sleep last night I watched the documentary of the musical duo/band/group Sparks

Like so many I hadn't a fucking clue who they were. I honestly thought it was another rock mocumentary when I first started hearing about it. But then I slowly caught wise and was curious. So unable to sleep I watched it.

Couple things doing so did to me

First it introduced me more to their music

Second it made me envious of their mad genius

Third it made me miss my brother and wish I were closer to him because we could have done something similar. Though not as great as them.

He'd totally be the frontman and I'd totally be the obscure silent one sporting some weird look.

Fourth it made me sad for when one of the two die. To be so close like that and on such a same page and to have created so much together for so long.

Now I got myself feeling feelings for others I've no reason to feel feelings for again.


They will deal.
They will be fine.
 
Sleeplessness

The moon is waxing gibbous

With the lights off
I can see the dim outside

Shadows and darkness
Reflected off the white backdrop
Of snow
In a dying February

Today it's supposed to be 43°F
Yesterday it was I don't know how cold.

Because it was windy

Snow squall warnings

Multiple vehicles in multiple ditches
Across the state

I love it here

Shit is intense
Always has been
But always overlooked
And always will be

Flyover people

Inconsequential

We're nothing special
We just keep doing what we do

Upper Midwestern pragmatism.


The other day
I went to the small gym in town

I walked right into a conversation between
Two senior citizens

As I was taking my jacket off
The woman was saying
To the old man missing a foot

"I HAD DINNER WITH HER THE NIGHT BEFORE AND THE NEXT DAY SHE WAS DEAD!"

(All caps because she was speaking loudly as one does as one loses ones hearing with age)

The footless guy said "who is that again?"

"MAUREEN."

To which the old guy said "oh." without breaking pace on his workout machine

And just as he said that another old woman near distant to the conversation made her way towards. Asked "who?"

"MAUREEN. HAD DINNER WITH HER THE OTHER NIGHT. NOW SHE'S DEAD."

And the other woman "yeah that happens"

And the two others and myself were like "yeah. It does."


No concern of food poisoning or murder or accident or illness. Maureen just got to the point in life where death just happens.
 
Here's another pic of my dog I took last night while I couldn't sleep.

Was going to post it then. But then I got all to writing thoughts.
 
Thank you.

He likes only 7 people.

At least he likes 7, mine likes only one. It’s not me. She’s friendly to everyone but she will ignore you if you aren’t my husband. He is her person. I’m gum on the bottom of her paw.
 
I want to fuck.
But am alone.

Masturbating does not fulfill
The want of feeling a woman

Full in my arms

Under my body
Around my cock

I must bide my time

There are winter storms ahead
Firewood must be cut and carried

That is how I shall bide my time
Through labor and fighting the elements

While desire and passion
And the pain of longing

Fuel and heat
My self internal.
 
I’m blaming all of this on you. :p

(I mostly just want someone to be mad at right now and you’re available)
 
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