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I wonder if I... this thread, has ever been reported to the mods.
I've been stepping out more.
Lurking, posting, participating in other threads and forums here on lit.
Lotta fun out there
Lotta bitchy-ness. bitchieness? bitchieness? whatever.
In short, usual same shit. People out being people. Guys wanting to get pussy. Women wanting to be that pussy to get. Both parties doing what they can to make it seem like such is not the case.
Me... trying to hang with the best of them.
Some ruckus about something requiring mod. intervention...
And so I got to thinking about the shit I've said... the things about me that I'm told about. PMs informing me how I'm not at all what they like but...
I believe the first few pages I openly discuss having perpetrator rape fantasies. Such discussions elsewhere devolve into flamewars. Here? Not so much.
In my last three posts on the previous page I took a cable saw to the neck of a woman. The scenario stopped after the third post. It continues on in my head.
And I wonder; had I wrote or expressed that as an isolated blurt on the gb, or in the what are you thinking thread on the pg?
Meh.
I let the thought go.
Time to jerk-off while I shower
Kick my spent load down the drain
And then; my friends, I shall go to bed.
Nite.
I've been stepping out more.
Lurking, posting, participating in other threads and forums here on lit.
Lotta fun out there
Lotta bitchy-ness. bitchieness? bitchieness? whatever.
In short, usual same shit. People out being people. Guys wanting to get pussy. Women wanting to be that pussy to get. Both parties doing what they can to make it seem like such is not the case.
Me... trying to hang with the best of them.
Some ruckus about something requiring mod. intervention...
And so I got to thinking about the shit I've said... the things about me that I'm told about. PMs informing me how I'm not at all what they like but...
I believe the first few pages I openly discuss having perpetrator rape fantasies. Such discussions elsewhere devolve into flamewars. Here? Not so much.
In my last three posts on the previous page I took a cable saw to the neck of a woman. The scenario stopped after the third post. It continues on in my head.
And I wonder; had I wrote or expressed that as an isolated blurt on the gb, or in the what are you thinking thread on the pg?
Meh.
I let the thought go.
Time to jerk-off while I shower
Kick my spent load down the drain
And then; my friends, I shall go to bed.
Nite.
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I could be that something you didn't know
Wouldn't know
Not until I touched you
...looked at you
Whispered words into your ear with my touch
Touching your hair
Feeling it
Along with the soft flesh of your throat
...of your breast
And that of your breast
I could touch you
I want to touch you
I want to feel you
In secret
As others talk
In the room next door
...around the corner
Sharing a conversation
That we left long ago
In a shared glance
...a shared look
One of a want to fuck
And to feel
And to breed each other
Into the memory of the other's memory
To be thought about
...and to masturbate to
In a room
In a state so far away
But still so close
Wouldn't know
Not until I touched you
...looked at you
Whispered words into your ear with my touch
Touching your hair
Feeling it
Along with the soft flesh of your throat
...of your breast
And that of your breast
I could touch you
I want to touch you
I want to feel you
In secret
As others talk
In the room next door
...around the corner
Sharing a conversation
That we left long ago
In a shared glance
...a shared look
One of a want to fuck
And to feel
And to breed each other
Into the memory of the other's memory
To be thought about
...and to masturbate to
In a room
In a state so far away
But still so close
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God I wish I had some Ambien
Next Dr appt I'm getting a script. This is getting to be some bullshit.
While I'm wishing... I wish we still lived in a metropolitan area again. For mental health reasons. As much as I trust HIPPA there's just something about everyone rural seeing the same handful of therapists... sitting in some waiting area side-eyeing each other wondering why they look so familiar and realizing they are so-and-so's mother or father or sister or brother... or seeing an employee of the clinic of whom you went to highschool with.
As much as I didn't care for living in an urban environment, I really miss the anonymity of it. Of being one little fish in a school of fish.
Next Dr appt I'm getting a script. This is getting to be some bullshit.
While I'm wishing... I wish we still lived in a metropolitan area again. For mental health reasons. As much as I trust HIPPA there's just something about everyone rural seeing the same handful of therapists... sitting in some waiting area side-eyeing each other wondering why they look so familiar and realizing they are so-and-so's mother or father or sister or brother... or seeing an employee of the clinic of whom you went to highschool with.
As much as I didn't care for living in an urban environment, I really miss the anonymity of it. Of being one little fish in a school of fish.
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She told me she was having a fancy lunch, surrounded by a bunch of asshole in fancy suits.
I imagined her there
I said "My kind of people."
She said "Totally." And that I would be making the face I give her when I happen to find myself amongst such people.
And she was right.
I told her yes, that I would be. As well as the face I give her when I think of something specific about her. Something intimate. Known by only me.
She said "yes."
And I told her how I would continue giving her that look and how someone would notice us and how she would know they knew and how I wouldn't stop. How I wouldn't look away.
And how she would look at me and how I would continue looking at her until she looked down.
She said "yes."
I told her how I would then excuse myself to the restroom and put this on her plate...
...and how everyone that saw would be like "???..."
She said "and?"
I said I'd whisper into her ear... "it's threaded to make it easier to twist up into your urethra."
I imagined her there
I said "My kind of people."
She said "Totally." And that I would be making the face I give her when I happen to find myself amongst such people.
And she was right.
I told her yes, that I would be. As well as the face I give her when I think of something specific about her. Something intimate. Known by only me.
She said "yes."
And I told her how I would continue giving her that look and how someone would notice us and how she would know they knew and how I wouldn't stop. How I wouldn't look away.
And how she would look at me and how I would continue looking at her until she looked down.
She said "yes."
I told her how I would then excuse myself to the restroom and put this on her plate...
...and how everyone that saw would be like "???..."
She said "and?"
I said I'd whisper into her ear... "it's threaded to make it easier to twist up into your urethra."
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I didn’t turn and look
Because I wanted you to come to me.
Because I wanted you to come to me.
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She's the kind of woman you couldn't shake
She got into your head
Like the particular scent of a season's change
The only thing that could shake it
Was time
But Time
And the Seasons... they are in collusion
Cruel pranksters
Who's tricks
You always fall for
Talking you to attend a party
Where they know she will be
Because they threw it for her
And you go
Because you are sad
--or angry
And and need something
--anything.
The door opens
And like the first time of the year
Where there is heat
Behind the light of the sun... she's there.
She got into your head
Like the particular scent of a season's change
The only thing that could shake it
Was time
But Time
And the Seasons... they are in collusion
Cruel pranksters
Who's tricks
You always fall for
Talking you to attend a party
Where they know she will be
Because they threw it for her
And you go
Because you are sad
--or angry
And and need something
--anything.
The door opens
And like the first time of the year
Where there is heat
Behind the light of the sun... she's there.
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I am...
...ungodly horny.
Like... seriously.
Violently horny
Romantically horny
I want to fuck
And push away
And pull close
And smear my cum
Across a woman's asshole
--with my thumb
I want to push it into her
And make her gape
And listen to her scream
And push her face against
The mattress of the bed with my foot
And
Just
Bang
The
Fuck
Out
Of
Her
Over
And fucking
Over
...ungodly horny.
Like... seriously.
Violently horny
Romantically horny
I want to fuck
And push away
And pull close
And smear my cum
Across a woman's asshole
--with my thumb
I want to push it into her
And make her gape
And listen to her scream
And push her face against
The mattress of the bed with my foot
And
Just
Bang
The
Fuck
Out
Of
Her
Over
And fucking
Over
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Conversations at work.
Me: (staring blankly at something that needs to be done...)
D: (watching me stare blankly)
Me: ...
D: ...
Me: ...
D: "Why do I want to watch you fuck my girlfriend?"
Me: "Because you know it'd be violent."
D: ...
D: "Yes. Yes that is exactly why."
Me: (staring blankly at something that needs to be done...)
D: (watching me stare blankly)
Me: ...
D: ...
Me: ...
D: "Why do I want to watch you fuck my girlfriend?"
Me: "Because you know it'd be violent."
D: ...
D: "Yes. Yes that is exactly why."
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I sent her messages throughout the night
Expressing my thoughts
And of course... my desirous state
She replied... tomorrow
She knows me
And that's her game.
I'm laying next to her
--naked.
She is laying on her side
Her hair cascades over her pillow
And I touch it
Pet it
And the feel of it...
Tomorrow
I will wrap it around my cock
And use it to jerk myself hard
She will be kneeling
Her dark eyes will look up at me
And with her look
She will challenge my want to kiss her face... and fuck it hard.
She is sleeping now. Soundly.
My leg touching hers
That is all I need
To feel how she belongs to me
Quiet
And in the dark
I watch her
By the glow of my phone
Some nights... I kiss her
I lean in
Just enough
To touch my lips
To the heat of her body
...and I think about her
Sometimes I will whisper something
And though she doesn't know
Is asleep
Isn't listening
She still quiets
...and lays back into me
And I touch her
And feel us together
Like how I have
So many times
Without her knowing
And I love it.
Expressing my thoughts
And of course... my desirous state
She replied... tomorrow
She knows me
And that's her game.
I'm laying next to her
--naked.
She is laying on her side
Her hair cascades over her pillow
And I touch it
Pet it
And the feel of it...
Tomorrow
I will wrap it around my cock
And use it to jerk myself hard
She will be kneeling
Her dark eyes will look up at me
And with her look
She will challenge my want to kiss her face... and fuck it hard.
She is sleeping now. Soundly.
My leg touching hers
That is all I need
To feel how she belongs to me
Quiet
And in the dark
I watch her
By the glow of my phone
Some nights... I kiss her
I lean in
Just enough
To touch my lips
To the heat of her body
...and I think about her
Sometimes I will whisper something
And though she doesn't know
Is asleep
Isn't listening
She still quiets
...and lays back into me
And I touch her
And feel us together
Like how I have
So many times
Without her knowing
And I love it.
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Try as she might
She's never able to let go
Of some of the lives
She felt
...slip through her fingers.
The bleeding she couldn't stop
The last breath she couldn't keep going
The pulse
...that she couldn't keep pushing.
It's why she cried in the shower
Why the water never got hot enough
Why drugs ending with pam and bital spoke to her in their quite language.
She's never able to let go
Of some of the lives
She felt
...slip through her fingers.
The bleeding she couldn't stop
The last breath she couldn't keep going
The pulse
...that she couldn't keep pushing.
It's why she cried in the shower
Why the water never got hot enough
Why drugs ending with pam and bital spoke to her in their quite language.
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His mother was a nursing assistant
Growing up he'd hear his mother share stories about incidences at the nursing home where she worked with the other women she worked with.
Situations involving the male population of the home. How most of them kept quiet. How the ones with dementia were violent and all that.
There was one story he remembers
It was an innocent one
She was shaving one of the men. He was one of the quite ones. One of her favorites.
They were having an idle conversation that quietly came to an end half-way through shaving.
She noticed him looking at her. And then looking away. And then looking at her. And then looking away. And then he closed his eyes, touched the outside of her thigh with his hand and just held it there.
He thought about that
As he sat at the edge of his bed waiting for the aide to come in.
He sat and thought about that man. How; at the time, the story made him livid. And it still did. But... there he was. With thoughts. Memories of a time when he was younger. Memories of women and being with a woman.
How she felt
Smelled
Tasted
The kiss of her lips
The heft of her breast in his hand
The soft warm flesh of her body
...the look of reciprocal want in her eyes
To be looked at like that again
To be seen as masculine
...with something left to offer
To hold
...and not have to be held.
He remembered how stupid he thought his mother was for allowing him to do such a thing
And how weak he was for the tears she said she saw him fighting back
Now he hoped that the day he worked up the courage, he would be gifted with the same type of grace.
Growing up he'd hear his mother share stories about incidences at the nursing home where she worked with the other women she worked with.
Situations involving the male population of the home. How most of them kept quiet. How the ones with dementia were violent and all that.
There was one story he remembers
It was an innocent one
She was shaving one of the men. He was one of the quite ones. One of her favorites.
They were having an idle conversation that quietly came to an end half-way through shaving.
She noticed him looking at her. And then looking away. And then looking at her. And then looking away. And then he closed his eyes, touched the outside of her thigh with his hand and just held it there.
He thought about that
As he sat at the edge of his bed waiting for the aide to come in.
He sat and thought about that man. How; at the time, the story made him livid. And it still did. But... there he was. With thoughts. Memories of a time when he was younger. Memories of women and being with a woman.
How she felt
Smelled
Tasted
The kiss of her lips
The heft of her breast in his hand
The soft warm flesh of her body
...the look of reciprocal want in her eyes
To be looked at like that again
To be seen as masculine
...with something left to offer
To hold
...and not have to be held.
He remembered how stupid he thought his mother was for allowing him to do such a thing
And how weak he was for the tears she said she saw him fighting back
Now he hoped that the day he worked up the courage, he would be gifted with the same type of grace.
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Punch him in the nose for me.
