October 2009
102 posts
if i were a boy #2
penguinprostitution:
the ruder you are, the more beautiful you are. when you miss my calls and hang up on me, you make my blood boil. when you throw my lucky liverpool mug on the floor and laugh when it breaks and when you slam the door in my face, you’re a fucking riot. when you blow me off, you excite me. when you blow me when my mother’s on the phone, you fucking blow me away. when you let me...
i know im not the only sin in this room.
from the charming: icallbullshitonthat:
I love how polite we are with each other but honestly, who are we kidding? I see the images behind those hungry eyes and my intuition tells me its only a matter of time before I have my legs wrapped around you.
If you would like we could just go ahead and get this over with now. That chair you’re sitting in seems sturdy enough.
If it isn’t that’s okay. I...
Coworking
From the always delightful nightmarebrunette:
I’d met her only once before, for tea in public after an email correspondence. She had hummingbird energy, flightiness tempered by friendliness. She was looking at books on erectile dysfunction since so many of her clients were “mature.”
We met before the appointment to calm her nerves; she’d never been with a woman before. Luckily, my client didn’t...
Gyan & Onjelica #2
penguinprostitution:
Gyan & Onjelica #1
Your lips were icy cold but there was such fiery heat in the kiss. Such desperate hunger and exquisite expertise that made me succumb immediately. An alarm sounded loud in my brain but it didn’t seem as urgent as all those other times and for the first time in a long time, I ignored it. Instead, I wrapped my arms around your neck and kissed you back,...
I Want You
From the sexy scurrilous:
I want you..
Her lips pulled into a grin as she stood in front of me wearing nothing but a red, satin robe. The fabric slowly caressed her body, sliding down towards the floor. I ate her up with my eyes… Her ice blue eyes framed with perfectly arched eyebrows.. High cheekbones, strong jaw line, plump lips. Her collar bone was soft, but apparent. My hands ached to trace...
“(267): If you are in NYC and not seeing anyone, you should come fucke me now...”
– Texts From Last Night
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Threesomes are Never Quick
Threesomes are never quick. They never happen spontaneously and they never have that lightening charge of erotic pressure as a one on one encounter.
Except when they do.
Last night was quick, dirty, and hot as all hell, and they didn’t seem the least bit surprised. In fact, when he pushed her between us, it was with a practice that seemed easy and a confidence that seemed to know exactly what...
Undress for me
discourse:
undress for me, slowly, feeling the revelation of each layer, each garment. I want to watch you shimmy self-consciously. Stand before me and turn; bend, revealing yourself to me. I want to have your flesh at my fingertips
not a love letter #2
penguinprostitution:
not a love letter #1
Do you remember the night you got me drunk?
I was uncharacteristically shy and you were verily amused.
“What’s your poison, sweetheart?”
It was difficult to concentrate because you were doing that magic thing you do to my hands with your fingers. You were kneading the fleshy pads of my palms and your touch was hypnotic. I wanted nothing more than to...
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That Time I Heard You
In the middle of kissing me you whispered something incredibly sweet and endearing in my ear that I didn’t actually hear. Instead I slid a hand between your skin and your jeans and pressed two fingers inside you. You whispered something again and clenched your thighs around me as you moaned a little between words. It was raining outside and the party was only sort of dying down. In fact, we...
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A Cab Ride North
I wasn’t sure if the cab driver would stop and throw us out, or if he would turn his mirror so he could get a better look. I didn’t know if he would say a word, or simply keep driving up first Ave. in the early morning hours. I wasn’t sure if he would be excited, embarrassed, or simply annoyed, but nevertheless I pulled your head to my lap, and forced your mouth down around me.
—Guy New...
descent to vulnerability
discourse:
I love that moment when it changes. I’ll try to predict / precipitate the moment, and am always wrong, for this moment is different to the last, different to the next. for some the moment is tender - nails softly down the back; for some the moment is torrid - held bent hair pulled skin slapped. This time the moment was as I touched her ass, prompted the descent to vulnerability.
“(+44): Her sex list was a LOT longer than mine. She tried to justify it by...”
– Texts From Last Night
