for you literary voyeurs....
if you enjoyed reading the last missive i wrote to this girl, then please, sit back and browse through more "...scribblings in the key of D."
choppy and random and unfit to send...but here goes:
i imagine you beneath me, "D.", coated in my scent. with this shine of day long sex dripping off your body. my imagined encounter begins mid-stroke, just as the head of my cock is about to slide out, but instead i throw the forces of gravity off me and dive back into you, touching you deeper than i ever could, flying deep into you. then i hold it there. we hold it there. our bodies, like plates beneath the earth's surface, slowly grinding towards an expulsion of heat. just holding there, just....
there are these moments when i'm in you, naked in you, where you look me in the eyes and i realize that you have been hiding from me. then i see you, unguarded and willing. it's so simple really...it's just a quick, passing glance. but that's where it happens, where your eyes soften as they kiss mine and i melt into my desire to keep fucking you until all other things fade and become less than shadows.
...holding there. just holding, then your eyes pass over mine from behind tangled strands. a moment...connected. i have to consume you. i lock my hands in your dark hair and slam your head softly against the pillow, kissing you, my tongue a million places at once and my entire body thrusting it's weight between your legs. building that pressure. thrusting. building that pressure. thrusting. building that pressure. thrusting. then it happens. the pressure bursts from deep in my groin. i do as you tell me to---i pull up and guide my heavy, glistening cock into your open mouth and release. i die a thousand times as you kneel before me, eyes locked on mine. taking me all in. and kissing me after. then you walk away, still shining and grinning, towards your bathroom. and it all fades away with you talking of my acidic sperm and laughing about the last time you had a good shit......
i think you are beautiful all the time.
but i think you are most beautiful when you are naked and mine.
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graphic, i know.....but love can be graphic. should be graphic.
why is it that i am never intrigued by the girls who are easy to love and love easily in return?
what are some of your recurring romantic hangups?
let's do coffee and moan about the injustice of The Other not wanting as we do, and all the others wanting too often.
the coffee's heating as we speak,
grendel.
if you enjoyed reading the last missive i wrote to this girl, then please, sit back and browse through more "...scribblings in the key of D."
choppy and random and unfit to send...but here goes:
i imagine you beneath me, "D.", coated in my scent. with this shine of day long sex dripping off your body. my imagined encounter begins mid-stroke, just as the head of my cock is about to slide out, but instead i throw the forces of gravity off me and dive back into you, touching you deeper than i ever could, flying deep into you. then i hold it there. we hold it there. our bodies, like plates beneath the earth's surface, slowly grinding towards an expulsion of heat. just holding there, just....
there are these moments when i'm in you, naked in you, where you look me in the eyes and i realize that you have been hiding from me. then i see you, unguarded and willing. it's so simple really...it's just a quick, passing glance. but that's where it happens, where your eyes soften as they kiss mine and i melt into my desire to keep fucking you until all other things fade and become less than shadows.
...holding there. just holding, then your eyes pass over mine from behind tangled strands. a moment...connected. i have to consume you. i lock my hands in your dark hair and slam your head softly against the pillow, kissing you, my tongue a million places at once and my entire body thrusting it's weight between your legs. building that pressure. thrusting. building that pressure. thrusting. building that pressure. thrusting. then it happens. the pressure bursts from deep in my groin. i do as you tell me to---i pull up and guide my heavy, glistening cock into your open mouth and release. i die a thousand times as you kneel before me, eyes locked on mine. taking me all in. and kissing me after. then you walk away, still shining and grinning, towards your bathroom. and it all fades away with you talking of my acidic sperm and laughing about the last time you had a good shit......
i think you are beautiful all the time.
but i think you are most beautiful when you are naked and mine.
____________________________________________________
graphic, i know.....but love can be graphic. should be graphic.
why is it that i am never intrigued by the girls who are easy to love and love easily in return?
what are some of your recurring romantic hangups?
let's do coffee and moan about the injustice of The Other not wanting as we do, and all the others wanting too often.
the coffee's heating as we speak,
grendel.
VIEW 5 of 5 COMMENTS
tegan:
yes yes good luck to us.
xixax:
It's about damn time