Desultory and Impulsive

Ever really realize how unpretty you are?

This probably isn't the post people are going to want to read but fuck, we all have our sobering moments and I'm far from immune.

So I'm in bed masturbating
Thinking sexy thoughts and I progress to standing.

So I'm standing now
Feeling all masculine
Sexy
Dominate

The leading man in my own prefect porntopia.

And I'm edging
Riding the wave
Surfing along the perfect swell

And I'm getting close
I'm seeing me in the situation in my mind

My head is starting to tilt back and to the side
My teeth gritting
My hand firm but delicately gripping my perfectly hard cock
I can feel my balls begin to tighten
...yet still glide along the inside of my thighs

It's a fucking beautiful moment


And then I happen to see myself in the mirror.

Hunched over
The random strands of grey hair well beyond the point of merely thinning sticking up every which way.

My clenched crooked teeth
My offset jaw
My mismatched ears
My flat ass
My less than robust thighs
My cock poorly proportioned to the length of my torso and extremities...

And it dawned on me
As to why I've been sticking to posting just pics of my hands these days

Age has turned me into something out of a Guillermo Del Toro movie
 
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Every single day.

Of all the dumbshit memes out there assaulting my mind there's yet to be one that's made a greater impact and provided me with the kind of perspective I need more than this one

That's all we are.
That's the thing making our decisions
Feeling our feeling
Thinking our thoughts

That's the thing
So fooled by the suite it wears
...by the suits others wear


I get so caught up in my thoughts
And desires
And fears

And I think about this thing that I am
That no one can see
That I barely have a concept of myself

And I am filled
...wondering

where the fuck is all this headed?
 
Of all the dumbshit memes out there assaulting my mind there's yet to be one that's made a greater impact and provided me with the kind of perspective I need more than this one

That's all we are.
That's the thing making our decisions
Feeling our feeling
Thinking our thoughts

That's the thing
So fooled by the suite it wears
...by the suits others wear


I get so caught up in my thoughts
And desires
And fears

And I think about this thing that I am
That no one can see
That I barely have a concept of myself

And I am filled
...wondering

where the fuck is all this headed?

This is how I feel like you,
Only I get a front row seat
Into seeing reality
And what we are.
I am given a glimpse
Into that wonderland of demons,
And get to touch it
Unlike many who never will...

And yet,
In the end,
I still feel like I know nothing
About anything that actually matters.
 
This is how I feel like you,
Only I get a front row seat
Into seeing reality
And what we are.
I am given a glimpse
Into that wonderland of demons,
And get to touch it
Unlike many who never will...

And yet,
In the end,
I still feel like I know nothing
About anything that actually matters.

Almost like there's a fault switch that trips
 
There is a cutting
Water through rocks
Shears through flower stems

The parting of legs
And lips

Things thought
Thought so fully
That they feel real

And I wonder
If they actually are

Or if it's all just me
My imagination
My want to hold on


I stood there
Naked

She was on her side
under the covers

The steps leading up to the room
Where she slept
Were old

She undoubtedly heard me

But she didn't turn
She didn't look

She just laid there
Facing away
 
okay FINE:mad:!

My idea is to have a woman feel me slide the wire across the front of her throat for the sake of her safely feeling real fear surge throughout her body while I slowly pull back, keeping careful observation to how she rises up on her toes and reaches back in an attempt to save herself.
 
...perhaps kicking her feet apart so that I can push my knee hard against her crotch.

Perhaps using my elbows as leverage... pushing them hard up against the center of her back. Using that along with the wire across her throat to push her forcibly against the wall... or perhaps I'd use the opportunity to trip her up and judo throw her face down onto the floor where I could mount her and rip her panties off.
 
...all the while watching the veins and arteries in her neck bulge and battle to keep blood flowing to and away from her brain. Whispering words of comfort into her ear... telling her how much I want to give in to her trying to get me to stop but how not stopping is causing me to become all the harder for her
 
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