Desultory and Impulsive

The air has become humid again
Not the gross humid

Not yet anyway


It's the nice humid
The kind
That suspends
The fragrance of
The trees and flowers
Of the forests and fields
In such away
That clings to you

Everything now
Is so lush

I like it



I like it a lot.
 
The birds of the morning
Sing their song

I drink my coffee
The dog
Lays at my feet

It is Friday
I have to lay low
Be quiet
Not bother
Brush off
Move on
And keep moving on
 
It feels so good to sit down

If I lay my head back
I am certain to fall asleep

It's Friday
And the sun is still up

The lawn
The wood
Brush that yet needs to be cleared...

I stepped away
To edge myself
And allow my thoughts
To turn erotic

Erotic with a purpose
...just to escape and feel good


It's the only time
I actually ever feel good.
 
Which...

...of course is all complete bullshit to get you bitches to feel sorry for me and a veiled admission to being a habitual masturbator.

Which... I'm not.














Well... no more than the average normal guy is.




















































It's just that it feels so good!
 
I was all excited when I hit new posts and saw your thread active...

disappointed it was a youtube link.

*pouts in the corner*
 
Well fuck me!
I'm sorry.

Here's a pic of me standing out of my work boots.
 
Ignorant, Ignorant, Ignorant, Ignorant, Ignorant, Ignorant,

Next time, LOOK UP WORDS BEFORE YOU USE THEM! (You meant, "sultry" Now look up desultory! you're spreading ignorance!!!)
 
It is time to accept and admit to the fact that I have a celebrity crush on Gal Gadot.

I've not seen Wonder Woman and can say I'm not all that interested.

No matter.

At first I was neither here nor there about her but due to mutual celebrities we follow on Instagram our paths continued to cross until finally I became all like "fine. I'll fucking follow you too.

It wasn't long before I became tired of her updates. Mostly due to them being little more than pitches for Revlon. So I unfollowed her

But because she's so well connected, and unable to allow me to have my freedom, she still manages to come through my feed.
 
Also...

I am thankful for the increased popularity of thong-back single-piece swimsuit.

Those that have ampic threads and such articles of clothing move to the front of the line.
 
You’ve clearly not read the thread.

I personally don't suggest it.
It's all quite lame.

I tried once or twice. Can't get much beyond halfway through the first post.

I keep hoping it'll get better
But won't hold my breath.
 
It's been quite some time since I've thought about wrapping my fist in barbed wire and shoving it up inside a woman.

Add the thought of keeping a finger free to finger-fuck her cervix and you got yourself a nice distraction away from a long Monday at work.
 
Fisting a woman is difficult under normal circumstances.

I'd have to be more focused and use greater force in order to get all the barbs past her pubic ridge.
 
She wears a certain kind of perfume that makes my knees weak.

I made the good mistake of commenting on it when she came home from work one night. She has since made it a regular practice to reapply it on her way home.

Our paths don't cross every night. But when they do I get so caught up that it's difficult to think.

She has found her scent and it's fucking glorious.
 
Sometimes
When I cannot sleep
I don't

And I just lay in bed
With my eyes closed
And pretend
That I know what I'm doing

It doesn't help
It actually makes matters worse
Because
Interestingly enough
During such a time
Is also when I am most astute to the fact
That I don't have a clue at all...

...about anything.

So I'll briefly open my eyes
Then shut them again
While quietly saying "fuck..."

If I'm lucky
I'll be smart enough to say it quietly enough
That my wife won't hear it
And I can turn on my side
And be on my way
To deal with it all alone

If I'm not lucky enough
I'll be stupid about it
And say it louder than I wished I had
And she will hear it
And say in her hushed concern way... "what?"

To which I will say "nothing."
Turn on my side
And maintain as best I can
When I feel her hand
Softly press against
The center of my back.
 
I love how feminine she is

The sound of her voice
And how her eyes smile when she smiles.

She keeps me going
Reminds me of my talent
...and worth

In spite of having come into her life
With nothing

And leaving it with just as much
...with the exception of what we made together.
 
I love how feminine she is

The sound of her voice
And how her eyes smile when she smiles.

She keeps me going
Reminds me of my talent
...and worth

In spite of having come into her life
With nothing

And leaving it with just as much
...with the exception of what we made together.

This is really beautiful.
 
Thank you.

I confess to not following basketball as much as I follow your thread and I'm sorry if they are not, but I hope your Cavaliers are doing well in the playoffs.

And by "follow your thread" I pretty much mean "look at the pictures you post".
 
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