Desultory and Impulsive

[AlliaPotestas]

I find myself feeling sad for your once adequate dom. But I understand. It happens and I feel it's a fear shared by many... in both directions. No body wants to be out paced by another and no body wants to be put in the position of saying to another that they have been out grown and are no longer really needed.

He’s more than adequate in most other ways... funny, kind and intelligent. I just no longer see him as the man to take me somewhat forcibly... I find myself hungry for someone stronger than me...

Anywhos - I have derailed your thread enough, my apologies, xx

 

[y=mx+b]

He’s more than adequate in most other ways... funny, kind and intelligent. I just no longer see him as the man to take me somewhat forcibly... I find myself hungry for someone stronger than me...

Anywhos - I have derailed your thread enough, my apologies, xx

The title of this thread implies that it's pretty much fucking derailed at the start. No need to apologize.

 

[y=mx+b]

I wish I had a reason to text her
But I don't.

A person can only text "hello" or "I am thinking of you" so many times before there is no appeal or meaning behind the words received.

Of course she, like you reading this will disagree because it's always nice to be the recipient of another's thoughts. No matter. But as the one sending them I find myself wanting there to be more. More of what? I don't know. I just want there to be more.

 

[y=mx+b]

Her skin
Felt so smooth to my touch.

And that's the thing
That's my memory
The thought I carry
And the taste my tongue wants to feel


It's Sunday night
I keep holding on
And on
And onto what?

Something gone

Cold melt water
Down a tricking stream
Warming stagnant
The further south it flows

Where is that sharp object
That biting reality
That look into an eye
That goes deeper than sight

I told you once
How my finger
Wants to touch her scars
And feel the memories of them
Make her body wince
And pull back from me

Just so I can press her forward
And push her
And make her made-up face
Streak with tears.

 

[Blueeyesrenee]

I wish I had a reason to text her
But I don't.

A person can only text "hello" or "I am thinking of you" so many times before there is no appeal or meaning behind the words received.

Of course she, like you reading this will disagree because it's always nice to be the recipient of another's thoughts. No matter. But as the one sending them I find myself wanting there to be more. More of what? I don't know. I just want there to be more.

Don't we all want more at times? More love, more sex, more money, etc.

 

[Misshotndeep]

Her skin
Felt so smooth to my touch.

And that's the thing
That's my memory
The thought I carry
And the taste my tongue wants to feel


It's Sunday night
I keep holding on
And on
And onto what?

Something gone

Cold meltwater
Down a trickling stream
Warming stagnant
The further south it flows

Where is that sharp object
That biting reality
That look into an eye
That goes deeper than sight

I told you once
How my finger
Wants to touch her scars
And feel the memories of them
Make her body wince
And pull back from me

Just so I can press her forward
And push her
And make her made-up face
Streak with tears.

Just text her already. We only live once. Take what joy you can find.

 

[Blueeyesrenee]

Don't you hate it when you want sex but not actual sex and so you masturbate and all the while you are masturbating you wonder why?

Because clearly you want to have sex. You want to get off. Sex is all about two people. The porn you watch involves two or more people. So what the fuck are you doing jerking or rubbing one off when there's a perfectly viable person in the other room or will be on their way home from work in a few hours?

Sorry - always late to the party. I have to agree with Just Another Flower and Allia. Sometimes don't want the hassle of another person there. Just want to get that release, sometime much needed release and go off to bed and not worry about after sex "stuff". Or sometimes one needs to be alone with their thoughts and enjoy them in their own head. Just my two cents worth.

 

[y=mx+b]

Just text her already. We only live once. Take what joy you can find.

I'll just let her be her for a bit
If she needs me
She knows where my words can be found.

 

[y=mx+b]

Sorry - always late to the party. I have to agree with Just Another Flower and Allia. Sometimes don't want the hassle of another person there. Just want to get that release, sometime much needed release and go off to bed and not worry about after sex "stuff". Or sometimes one needs to be alone with their thoughts and enjoy them in their own head. Just my two cents worth.

There is no start or end to this here party. At least not up until I leave it altogether. Even then its a free-for-all for all those that wish to be free. At least until the mods shut it down and make it an exclusive mod. party to be revisited in their super secret thread-archive that only they have access to.

 

[y=mx+b]

What if I am a shared account
And there is no singular "y=mx+b"
And there hasn't been one for quite some time now?

 

[Misshotndeep]

What if I am a shared account
And there is no singular "y=mx+b"
And there hasn't been one for quite some time now?

Then keep up the good work. He would be proud!

 

[Moochienanu]

What if I am a shared account
And there is no singular "y=mx+b"
And there hasn't been one for quite some time now?

Oooooo... this is a fun thought.
Let’s entertain it for a minute:
Are all of the people who make up “y=mx+b” of one gender?
Are they all married?
Do they all live in the same area?
Do they all have the same affinities?

I’m thinking most of these answers will have to be yes for the writing to be so consistent over the years...

*ponders this some more*

Such a good tangent.

 

[y=mx+b]

Don't you hate it when you're naked brushing your teeth and you go to spit in the sink but you don't lean over far enough and you spit toothpaste spit on your dick?

 

[AlliaPotestas]

Don't you hate it when you're naked brushing your teeth and you go to spit in the sink but you don't lean over far enough and you spit toothpaste spit on your dick?

You too?

 

[y=mx+b]

I want sex.

 

[Blueeyesrenee]

I want sex.

Don't we all?

 

[Misshotndeep]

I want sex.

I want sensual sex.

 

[y=mx+b]

Don't we all?

Some don't and we should recognize that it's okay.

It's okay to not want sex.

 

[y=mx+b]

I want sensual sex.

Sensual sex is good. Particularly when both are on board.

 

[Misshotndeep]

Sensual sex is good. Particularly when both are on board.

When one of you isn't it can leave a strange empty feeling afterward though.

 

[y=mx+b]

When one of you isn't it can leave a strange empty feeling afterward though.

Yes...
When one of you isn't
There is this feeling of... why? Of... how.

A feeling of
--I want
And
--I need
And
--Please

Please touch me
Like how I want to feel
Because that is how I am touching you... and I want it to work.

And I want you
--to work for me

To draw me out
To get me to sink into you
And make me feel confident
That when I do

That I will feel safe.



And what is there
When that isn't?

A rope in the dark
Just dangling there
Just out of reach

A fading echoing voice
...a slight memory of that feeling
Of having once felt wanted.

 

[Misshotndeep]

Yes...
When one of you isn't
There is this feeling of... why? Of... how.

A feeling of
--I want
And
--I need
And
--Please

Please touch me
Like how I want to feel
Because that is how I am touching you... and I want it to work.

And I want you
--to work for me

To draw me out
To get me to sink into you
And make me feel confident
That when I do

That I will feel safe.



And what is there
When that isn't?

A rope in the dark
Just dangling there
Just out of reach

A fading echoing voice
...a slight memory of that feeling
Of having once felt wanted.

Perfect description as far as I am concerned.

 

[y=mx+b]

Perfect description as far as I am concerned.

Thank you.

 

[y=mx+b]

What could my hands do to you

They could touch your breasts
And cup your pussy
Cover your mouth
And pull your hair.

They could blindfold you
And feed you
And swaddle you
And hold you close

They could strangle you
Bruise you
Bathe you
And wash your hair

My hands could massage you
Wash your dishes
Fold your clothing
And put groceries away after you've come home

My hands can also beat you
Blacken your eye
Break your ribs
And bloody your lip

My hands could do
Pretty much whatever
I would like them to do to you.

 

[rubydlite]

And wash your hair....
.
.
.
Yes...