the twelfth night:
there is rain outside tonight, but now i suppose there will always be rain outside.
the desire for him now is like a hunger. i feel empty, i want him inside me. my skin is cold, i want him covering me. my mouth waters thinking of tasting him. i think up crazy schemes to get him to agree to take me.
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there is rain outside tonight, but now i suppose there will always be rain outside.
the desire for him now is like a hunger. i feel empty, i want him inside me. my skin is cold, i want him covering me. my mouth waters thinking of tasting him. i think up crazy schemes to get him to agree to take me.
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the eleventh night:
there are wet sidewalks and red lights reflected off my glasses. i feel the rain soaking me through, on my rib cage and in rivulets down between my breasts. i stand in the doorway and smoke a cigarette, i imagine him undressing me there, licking the rain water off me, off my cold and shivering skn. i imagine walking through puddles just...
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there are wet sidewalks and red lights reflected off my glasses. i feel the rain soaking me through, on my rib cage and in rivulets down between my breasts. i stand in the doorway and smoke a cigarette, i imagine him undressing me there, licking the rain water off me, off my cold and shivering skn. i imagine walking through puddles just...
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holdensolo:
I am three hours in your future. You are three hours in my past. I look to the horizon and see your sails behind me. The wind fills mine and pushes me away, my anchor unable to catch the rocky sea floor.
the tenth night:
as i crossed the country the highways spilled out before me like sumi ink on rice paper. i imagined him dipping my brush in the ink, soaking it to full, letting the black drops fall across my chest, my throat, my stomach, creating highways along my skin. i imagined him laying me on a table, eyes covered, feeling the brush slide along...
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as i crossed the country the highways spilled out before me like sumi ink on rice paper. i imagined him dipping my brush in the ink, soaking it to full, letting the black drops fall across my chest, my throat, my stomach, creating highways along my skin. i imagined him laying me on a table, eyes covered, feeling the brush slide along...
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holdensolo:
To map you, the thought of it! I am an explorer traveling to new and dangerous terrains. Glory, praise and adoration awaits me.
[Edited on Jan 09, 2003]
[Edited on Jan 09, 2003]
the ninth night:
i have packed up all my things, i will drive into the setting sun. i look forward to the new shadows on my wall, and i look forward to find out how my moaning echos off a new ceiling. i won't be gone for long, but when i return i will have thought of new ways to bend and twist for him,...
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i have packed up all my things, i will drive into the setting sun. i look forward to the new shadows on my wall, and i look forward to find out how my moaning echos off a new ceiling. i won't be gone for long, but when i return i will have thought of new ways to bend and twist for him,...
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claudia:
that really turned me on. crap. thank you for the compliment. is that a pic of you or miss bettie page?
holdensolo:
Sigh... The longing for privacy between us makes my tummy hurt.
the eighth night:
alone in the apartment, i dress myself in his clothes, rub myself through the cotton of his underthings, roll around in bed by myself until i have sweat them through. i pull his undershirt up so that it covers my eyes and nose, the scent of him all over me. i cum thinking of him cutting them off me, pulling them off...
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alone in the apartment, i dress myself in his clothes, rub myself through the cotton of his underthings, roll around in bed by myself until i have sweat them through. i pull his undershirt up so that it covers my eyes and nose, the scent of him all over me. i cum thinking of him cutting them off me, pulling them off...
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kid_607_evil_ins:
ah. la fantasia cumplida. now i can rest.
[Edited on Jan 03, 2003]
[Edited on Jan 03, 2003]
holdensolo:
I'm glad we got to talk last night. No booze doesn't give me the shakes anymore, not talking to you does...
the seventh night:
i let him shower me, shave me everywhere, make me how he wants. i let him write all over me. frost on my right breast, shakespeare on my left. byron on my ass. cummings on my stomach. bible psalms on my palms and feet. bukowski on my throat. an original on my cunt. i let him fuck me like that while the...
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i let him shower me, shave me everywhere, make me how he wants. i let him write all over me. frost on my right breast, shakespeare on my left. byron on my ass. cummings on my stomach. bible psalms on my palms and feet. bukowski on my throat. an original on my cunt. i let him fuck me like that while the...
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tororo:
What happened?
What happened when all the words had melt??
What happened when all the words had melt??
kid_607_evil_ins:
thus, it endeth.
the sixth night:
i put on "bullet" by the misfits and let him watch me while i fuck myself.
i put on "bullet" by the misfits and let him watch me while i fuck myself.
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hardluck5413:
There are so many great ones to choose from. No matter how crappy they were at playing instruments, Danzig still brought it with his vocals.
audrey1:
glad you liked my site!!
the fifth night:
whiskey all over my body. i tell him the darkest things. the secret things. i tell him how dirty i am, i don't hold anything back. i let him watch me, i beg him. i let him call me names and hold his hands against my throat. i beg him until i can't take anymore, until i am dizzy. the taste of...
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whiskey all over my body. i tell him the darkest things. the secret things. i tell him how dirty i am, i don't hold anything back. i let him watch me, i beg him. i let him call me names and hold his hands against my throat. i beg him until i can't take anymore, until i am dizzy. the taste of...
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holdensolo:
I'm glad you heard my voice. Merry Christmas Tiger.
nala:
yum
the fourth night:
i tell more. my face pressed against the wall. then on a table. wrists and ankles taped to the legs of the table. my clothes cut from me with a scalpel. the scalpel tracing my lips. looking at him while he pulls the strips of cloth away from my body. looking at me like that. biting me everywhere, marking me. taking me...
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i tell more. my face pressed against the wall. then on a table. wrists and ankles taped to the legs of the table. my clothes cut from me with a scalpel. the scalpel tracing my lips. looking at him while he pulls the strips of cloth away from my body. looking at me like that. biting me everywhere, marking me. taking me...
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holdensolo:
I wanted to be found
the third night:
more electrical tape. across my throat, binding my ankles and wrists. taping my breasts together. our hips locked. my eyes begging. more and more and then some. he knows what i want. he wants me to beg for it. i do.
more electrical tape. across my throat, binding my ankles and wrists. taping my breasts together. our hips locked. my eyes begging. more and more and then some. he knows what i want. he wants me to beg for it. i do.
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nebajoth:
Wow, Johnny Cash's version of Hurt is hilarious. I'm also downloading (or attempting to anyhow) everything else off your playlist. Any chance we could set up to do some tradesing?
nebajoth:
I suppose I should mention that to me "hilarious" covers a broad range of emotions. I'm a type who always laughs at everything, so hilarious is really just a synonym for "incredibly powerful". And no, goddamnit, I'm not backpedaling. 
I don't feel the need to randomly conform to random people's music interests. What I DO want you to understand though, is that um, I wish that I had spoken in English and not Dylanese, and said "beautiful", since that's what I was totally thinking.
I don't feel the need to randomly conform to random people's music interests. What I DO want you to understand though, is that um, I wish that I had spoken in English and not Dylanese, and said "beautiful", since that's what I was totally thinking. the second night:
lights off with the sunset, no candles. the sounds: whiskey on rocks, the tearing of my undershirt. his sea-laced poetry in my ear. sucking on his thumb while i'm pinned to the bed. his soft breath when he falls asleep on top of me.
lights off with the sunset, no candles. the sounds: whiskey on rocks, the tearing of my undershirt. his sea-laced poetry in my ear. sucking on his thumb while i'm pinned to the bed. his soft breath when he falls asleep on top of me.
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holdensolo:
last night was great
digdug:
you make good mixed cd
first night:
vodka, cigarettes, electrical tape, medical tools, restraints, a liquid ink pen, factories outside my window and the lights left on.
vodka, cigarettes, electrical tape, medical tools, restraints, a liquid ink pen, factories outside my window and the lights left on.
holdensolo:
Amen
nudwig:
nice pic
I liked the 12th night... I studied that and the tempest and a few others for my final year in school.. oh so long ago..