Desultory and Impulsive

[y=mx+b]

and for those....

exhausted by my maudlin ways... muwha ha ha ha haaaaa!

 

[Misshotndeep]

there's a certain freedom

there's also a certain fear.


like pulling up the rope to the anchor of your boat
pulling it up through the water
feeling how little resistance there is
upon the realization
that the anchor
has been
lost



the "oh shit..."
and the "OH SHIT!!!"

which one is better?

the freedom to drift as you please?
no accountability to any one spot?


or
the concern?

the knowing
that you need that
something

that home

roots to the ground

roots to anchor
the emotional being that you are

to make sense
when it seems to you
that nothing makes sense

and that nothing will ever come to make sense.

As the tee shirt says, “ not all who wander are lost”. Oh some of us are. I have discovered it is more about the journey than the destination. When I personally say I am lost, I mean I have no direction. I am not worried about end games outside of work to much. Life’s end game is death. Who the fuck is rushing to that finish line?

 

[Moochienanu]

exhausted by my maudlin ways... muwha ha ha ha haaaaa!

This made my morning.

 

[y=mx+b]

Where is the landing to this falling in love?

 

[Moochienanu]

Where is the landing to this falling in love?

It’s in the American Sign for “falling in love.” The L of love meets the palm of the other hand and usually is quite a loud thud... you can also sign it a bit like a plane coming to a bumpy stop on the runway, but I like the sound of a Sign sometimes.

 

[y=mx+b]

It’s in the American Sign for “falling in love.” The L of love meets the palm of the other hand and usually is quite a loud thud... you can also sign it a bit like a plane coming to a bumpy stop on the runway, but I like the sound of a Sign sometimes.

I confess to watching this a number of times now since you first posted it earlier today.

I further confess that it solicits an emotional feeling of certainty.

One that I like.

I will probably find myself revisiting the video
Visually dissecting it right down to the auditory level

 

[y=mx+b]

What makes this all the more delightfully perverse is how they're putting the top one in reverse to all the others

 

[y=mx+b]

Drip.

 

[y=mx+b]

If she wanted me to do it
Who am I to tell her no?

 

[y=mx+b]

He pushed himself against the bed as her mouth closed around the head of his piss-hard morning erection.

He could feel her quiet laugh and see the devilish gleam in her eyes as she looked up at him knowing full well the anguish she was causing him. Lulling out his desire to come over the need to relieve himself, working his body up into a frothy sweat frenzy of fear and need to do both at the same time.

 

[y=mx+b]

It was a struggle for him when his daughter and her friend were around. A struggle that always snuck up on him. Mostly in that he knew how his daughter's friend didn't have the kind of dad she could really count on.

And he could feel it when she was over. He could feel it in how she watched him. How she observed him work around the house, changing the oil in his wife's car, or how he hugged and praised his daughter for... well for just being his daughter.

But he knew that's what she wanted to see. That's what she wanted to have.

What made it such a struggle was that was what he wanted to give her. He wanted to take her up into his arms and tell her how she mattered. That she worth the effort.

But she wasn't his to take into his arms in such a way.


And so he didn't.

 

[y=mx+b]

Perhaps the word you are looking for is "suffering"

Suffering
In the sense of longing

Longing for that something
That is...

...but knowing it cannot be felt forever

Knowing
That at some point

One...
...or the other

Must be let go.

 

[y=mx+b]

I want to fuck
And feel myself
Ejaculate
Inside a woman

I want to be quiet about it

And watch her face
React
To the realization
Of
What I am giving her.

 

[Kimleigh]

I want to fuck
And feel myself
Ejaculate
Inside a woman

I want to be quiet about it

And watch her face
React
To the realization
Of
What I am giving her.

Let’s go...

 

[y=mx+b]

Let’s go...

Gladly.

 

[y=mx+b]

Dear Diary

She had no interest
When I told her I was still a virgin

This saddened me

All I wanted
Was to touch her
And feel myself press up against her
And take her
And make her feel my passion.

In my head
I had so many ideas
Of what I wanted to do
And how I wanted to go about doing them to her

The thoughts I have
Behind my eyes
That I have of her and I
Every time
I saw her
Or saw a picture of her
Or read a text from her...

Thoughts of beautiful brutality
Thoughts of kissing her lips
And ripping off her clothing
And sucking
The breast of her body
Into my mouth...

Thoughts of fingering her
And feeling myself become hard
By how her body
And her breathing
And the beating of her heart
Reacted to my touching of her
My grasping of her flesh
Naked to my needs


But this...
Me...

She shut me out for what I am
...and for what I wasn't.

 

[y=mx+b]

Sometimes
She just needs someone
To spread her legs apart.

 

[rubydlite]

Sometimes
She just needs someone
To spread her legs apart.

Truth

 

[Blueeyesrenee]

I want to fuck
And feel myself
Ejaculate
Inside a woman

I want to be quiet about it

And watch her face
React
To the realization
Of
What I am giving her.

Sometimes
She just needs someone
To spread her legs apart.

Wonderful words

 

[y=mx+b]

Truth

Thank you.

 

[y=mx+b]

Wonderful words

Thank you.

 

[y=mx+b]

I couldn't touch her
Unless I touched her

And so I tried
And did with my eyes
And in the parted lips of her smile
I knew I did

And she touched me

A poke to my ribs
While my back was turned
While I was waiting
For my shift assignment

And I turned
And she turned
Fresh faced
And smiling
And it felt to me
Like it was just us on the playground
And she was my friend
And I smiled
And she smiled

And that's how I am going to remember her.

 

[y=mx+b]

And lastly...

 

[y=mx+b]

before I fall asleep...

 

[y=mx+b]

A stretch of stream of conciousness