Friday, April 22, 2011
Monday, April 18, 2011
Cellular Experience...
I never enjoyed communicating with people over Mxit, mainly female. It lacks intimacy in the most obvious of reasons. It has no passion, no pleasure. You all know what I mean…I mean love. I think it just helps people to hide behind the texts they send to their acquaintances, friends, mistresses, muses and lovers. It’s no wonder half of the people out in this world are horny, frustrated and wet. They have to deal with promiscuity online and away from the human face, just because someone can only be salacious online, as they slip away from reality.
I called her last night. It was late and our conversation just got heated online. I need to call her, I thought. She answered with the sound of pleasure, the sound a woman gives off when living a cunnilingual experience. We were sharing our desires over the phone. Her tone was alluring, as I heard her moans with every word I broke in the climaxing seconds. There are no words for what happened that night over my airtime (good thing she’s Vodacom).
Even if it was over the phone, it meant more than what other people do in a orgy stimulating chat room filled with the models of Victoria’s Secret. We still had a true line of conversation. In reality, Mxit sucks transsexual cock when it comes to intimacy.
I called her last night. It was late and our conversation just got heated online. I need to call her, I thought. She answered with the sound of pleasure, the sound a woman gives off when living a cunnilingual experience. We were sharing our desires over the phone. Her tone was alluring, as I heard her moans with every word I broke in the climaxing seconds. There are no words for what happened that night over my airtime (good thing she’s Vodacom).
Even if it was over the phone, it meant more than what other people do in a orgy stimulating chat room filled with the models of Victoria’s Secret. We still had a true line of conversation. In reality, Mxit sucks transsexual cock when it comes to intimacy.
Sunday, April 10, 2011
Saturday, April 2, 2011
The One That Got Away...
The Girl: Linda, I'm scared.
Me: Me too, but I don't listen to fear...I tackle that shit.
She wanted to, but didn't want me to. I wanted to, I had to. We wanted to undress each other, after all we've been through. I shouldn't be doing this, I thought, but that body, her lips; I want to run my hands all over her body. I know she wanted to, I had my mind reading GPS with me...I stored it up my ass.
I walked around the salacious room we had once anally stumbled upon. I took a step forward towards her, she took a step back away from me, but we got closer after each pace. Her breathing got deeper and faster, it must have been like Victoria Falls down there. It felt as if I took two viagra pills, and I've never had viagra...yet.
Time stood still, I sat down on a chair, brought her close to me and our lips met. It meant something. I brought her closer, and closer. I felt her body on me. It was magic, and before I could say anything of significance, she walked out the door, gone.
She didn't trust me...I wouldn't trust me. That was the hard truth. Sometimes the things that happen in the past affect the people you finally learn to care for in the long run.
Me: Me too, but I don't listen to fear...I tackle that shit.
She wanted to, but didn't want me to. I wanted to, I had to. We wanted to undress each other, after all we've been through. I shouldn't be doing this, I thought, but that body, her lips; I want to run my hands all over her body. I know she wanted to, I had my mind reading GPS with me...I stored it up my ass.
I walked around the salacious room we had once anally stumbled upon. I took a step forward towards her, she took a step back away from me, but we got closer after each pace. Her breathing got deeper and faster, it must have been like Victoria Falls down there. It felt as if I took two viagra pills, and I've never had viagra...yet.
Time stood still, I sat down on a chair, brought her close to me and our lips met. It meant something. I brought her closer, and closer. I felt her body on me. It was magic, and before I could say anything of significance, she walked out the door, gone.
She didn't trust me...I wouldn't trust me. That was the hard truth. Sometimes the things that happen in the past affect the people you finally learn to care for in the long run.
Holiday...
"Guys...let's go out to Woodlands?" he asked.
"Sure, why not." We replied, getting out of the smoke filled house.
That was the first time I left that house since Monday. By that time I was pissing puffs of smoke and my drunk metabolism could make five erotic sextapes...need to get intimate.
Nothing like using your mind. No fuck math, I mean, using your mind to undress the opposite sex...or same sex, however you roll. Everybody does it, one way or another. The imagination is what turns fucking to sex and sex to love.
You probably wondering about all those Kama Sutra techniques...Imagination.
Yes, I have thought about creating my own. No, I can't finish the whole book in one day...even if she wants at the back; I'll probably pass out after twenty four (one for each hour).
"Sure, why not." We replied, getting out of the smoke filled house.
That was the first time I left that house since Monday. By that time I was pissing puffs of smoke and my drunk metabolism could make five erotic sextapes...need to get intimate.
Nothing like using your mind. No fuck math, I mean, using your mind to undress the opposite sex...or same sex, however you roll. Everybody does it, one way or another. The imagination is what turns fucking to sex and sex to love.
You probably wondering about all those Kama Sutra techniques...Imagination.
Yes, I have thought about creating my own. No, I can't finish the whole book in one day...even if she wants at the back; I'll probably pass out after twenty four (one for each hour).
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