Desultory and Impulsive

Stupid...

Stupid isn't the word I was thinking of at all.
All I can think of is me in my knees while they left hand is choking me and the right is down snapping that photo.

Great shot, don't be so hard on yourself.
 
Stupid isn't the word I was thinking of at all.
All I can think of is me in my knees while they left hand is choking me and the right is down snapping that photo.

Great shot, don't be so hard on yourself.

Thank you.
 
In other news...

I am horny and seriously need to fuck.

Like... for real. This isn't a setup for a story. I am actually really horny and GODDAMMIT ALL:mad:!
 
Also...

I am sorry I used the cunt word.

My wife doesn't like that word so my guess is a good 98% of you don't like that word except for the one instance when you inexplicably really really want to fucking hear it.

Like when you are tits deep in the midst of the most pornfuck orgasmic climax you've felt since your curious mind thought--if a 9v battery felt like that on my tongue, what would it feel like near my clit?
 
I feel your "pain".

RIGHT!

And goddamn it woman! Thank you for providing me with the material my mind needed to satiate the preggo fantasies I like to get myself thinking about from time to time.

seriously.
thank you.

And congratulations.
 
RIGHT!

And goddamn it woman! Thank you for providing me with the material my mind needed to satiate the preggo fantasies I like to get myself thinking about from time to time.

seriously.
thank you.

And congratulations.

The amount of people that have this fantasy continues to surprise the fuck out of me. I'm happy to help :)
 
So my wife...

has discovered norwegian slow tv a few months back.

I feel as though that's all that needs to be said.


But the thing is.... it's pretty damn good. Which is pretty fucking stupid. Reminds me of the time a good friend of mine was like kraftwerk is in town! And I was like FUCK YEAH! And we went to the show to watch 5 or so guys stand behind laptops for 2 or so hours while early era German techno thumped through our bodies and we had a collective moment where we thought... why are we actually really enjoying this? And not ever coming to a definitive conclusion.

But it was a fucking Blast! They played all the classics as well as some new beats and we were like... fuck.

Anyway... so here's the thing. The other night we started the national knitting night episode while we puttered about on our respective asocial enabling electronic devices until finally we were like "fuck... it's already 10pm!" Bed time. Yet we both were like "we got 2 hours to go! how is it going to end!"

The real kick to my balls was that my wife had to work the next 3 nights and I was like... fml.

Anyway... we're currently watching the less than riveting conclusion and it's been everything we've wanted it to be.


Now... with all that bullshit out of the way... there's a woman knitting I found rather attractive and I was like "she's rather attractive."

And then she let her hair down.




I....










I want to do dirty things with her.

I bet she gives fabulous fucking handjobs.
 
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The struggle is real
 
It didn't snow nearly as much as predicted.
 
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Some girls are full of heartache and poetry and those are the kind of girls who try to save wolves instead of running away from them.
Nikita Gill, Your Body is an Ocean: Love and Other Experiments
 
What if I were to push it all back to quiet
And go to work
And come home
And do that
Rather than do this in my head all the time?

Or do it
But keep it all covered
Pushed back into quiet

Like I am
In the life of others
Within my community
Where I am unknown
Unfelt

Only seen as I am
And not how I think
Or feel

In what way would I still be held on to
And by who
How will I manage
Watching those so full of heartache and poetry
Slowly step away
All the while saying they are not

How would I keep myself
Pushed back into quiet?​
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I like the slight blurriness in the picture of post #520. And the fact that you are facing a corner.
 
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