DISTRACTION
words cease to come....I am drowning....fucking deeper in the mindless pile of shit we call paper......hahhaha...I laugh of the thought of it all...I am soooo incredibly tired.......you ever been in a position where you had to ignore the obvious signs of derangement?.....gone against your better judgment.....in order to take care of something important you say.....something that means something and in the middle of 3am you are wondering when the fuck you are going to be able to sleep........what the hell am I rambling about?.....I want to escape this desk.....leave behind the cold dry wood for the warmth of your hands all over my tits.....all over my ass...all over me.....I think about it some more....I wonder about it some more.....I Can't help but think of you from time to time this way as the old feeling...that all too familiar feeling of something right, something wrong...and the meaning in between the moans of I love you and FUCK ME......do you know I love it when you tell me you will fuck me from behind?....the truth is...that I think about it in the most odd of occasions.....the dead of nights, the missing spots of a familiar hum of the everyday....and they fill me.....they feed the absence of that which is a given...the everyday.....my trip on the bus......zoning out in the middle of a discussion of patriarchy and the pornography we slice back and forth....parting our ideology little by little....till there is nothing left to discuss except the wonder of your hard dick in my mouth.......see how easily things shift....how they move......just like I would imagine your tongue would trace the back of my neck.....pulling my hair aside and slowly caressing my ass as you did it......from behind......my soft brown skin...ready for anything......on my stomach......you ...you always have held my imagination.....I don't know what else to say.....at this moment I guess you could say that......you are my distraction and to think about it and to write these words leaves me short of cuming and has left me to explore the wetness that now engulfs my thighs.....anticipating the imagined hard cock that now is nestled between my ass.growing harder as I run through the imagery in my head.no time for analysis SUCKAyou have to feel itI reach around and your soooooo fucking HARD..your shifting weight only adds to the sweet honey dripping between my legs.down my thighs..to nestle on the crook behind my knees..slowly.watch it all ooze out of me.that is your cue FUCKER.penetrate me and devour me at the same time I am numb.the words ceaseand all I have left is the familiar feeling of being conquered once again by your intentions.you are my lovely distraction
words cease to come....I am drowning....fucking deeper in the mindless pile of shit we call paper......hahhaha...I laugh of the thought of it all...I am soooo incredibly tired.......you ever been in a position where you had to ignore the obvious signs of derangement?.....gone against your better judgment.....in order to take care of something important you say.....something that means something and in the middle of 3am you are wondering when the fuck you are going to be able to sleep........what the hell am I rambling about?.....I want to escape this desk.....leave behind the cold dry wood for the warmth of your hands all over my tits.....all over my ass...all over me.....I think about it some more....I wonder about it some more.....I Can't help but think of you from time to time this way as the old feeling...that all too familiar feeling of something right, something wrong...and the meaning in between the moans of I love you and FUCK ME......do you know I love it when you tell me you will fuck me from behind?....the truth is...that I think about it in the most odd of occasions.....the dead of nights, the missing spots of a familiar hum of the everyday....and they fill me.....they feed the absence of that which is a given...the everyday.....my trip on the bus......zoning out in the middle of a discussion of patriarchy and the pornography we slice back and forth....parting our ideology little by little....till there is nothing left to discuss except the wonder of your hard dick in my mouth.......see how easily things shift....how they move......just like I would imagine your tongue would trace the back of my neck.....pulling my hair aside and slowly caressing my ass as you did it......from behind......my soft brown skin...ready for anything......on my stomach......you ...you always have held my imagination.....I don't know what else to say.....at this moment I guess you could say that......you are my distraction and to think about it and to write these words leaves me short of cuming and has left me to explore the wetness that now engulfs my thighs.....anticipating the imagined hard cock that now is nestled between my ass.growing harder as I run through the imagery in my head.no time for analysis SUCKAyou have to feel itI reach around and your soooooo fucking HARD..your shifting weight only adds to the sweet honey dripping between my legs.down my thighs..to nestle on the crook behind my knees..slowly.watch it all ooze out of me.that is your cue FUCKER.penetrate me and devour me at the same time I am numb.the words ceaseand all I have left is the familiar feeling of being conquered once again by your intentions.you are my lovely distraction
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Great distraction.