It's the kinda feeling she leaves you with, even after eight months of silence. The thought of the things we did together, makes me abnormally hard. I used to call her the Tequila Queen, but now that I don't have those pictures she sent me, I don't know what to call her, other than Sunrise.
Never got a chance to hold her in my arms, or bring out my variaty of positions that I spent years of visualisation to perfect, but I still feel our hearts beat togerther, like mind fucking on the same page. I still know she likes being on top and that her favourite food is pasta, sushi and steak.
It was always the sex, it was a way of love and nobody told us otherwise, but ironicly I talk about her, yet she's no longer mine to do a little cunnilingus on, or fondle with and love. All this, but she knows...she's reading it and imagining the touch that no amount of top shelf pussy, can compare to the loving of a good woman.
-"This one is for you."
Monday, June 20, 2011
Fighting Fellatio
“Sex is interesting, but it's not totally important. I mean it's not even as important (physically) as excretion. A man can go seventy years without a piece of ass, but he can die in a week without a bowel movement.” - Charles Bukowski
Some of us keep fighting. What are we fighting for? We usually don't know until we get our asses kicked.
I got my ass kicked recently, yet I have this viagrated amnesia for what I am fighting for. Some people say, that love is blind, but I think love is just Mother Nature giving us a fucking golden shower.
Some people give an understatement and say, you've changed, but to me, it's just the lasting effect of a lesson learned, like never to go anal without the appropriate amount of lube, or else someone is gonna wake the neighbours.
I'm about to settle back in from a weekend that I never wanted to end, like all good things, but as I sit typing at 8:30 pm and after looking at my Facebook profile and recollecting the promiscuous events that ejaculated in this shit filled weekend, I can't help but think about vagina and the lessons I learned, that even on a Monday will stick with me.
It's nothing salacious, nothing that make will make you wet and start fellating yourself in the dark, but rather make you think about the times where you lost your balls, or you felt that your uteris was about to fall off, after that very thing you fought for didn't exist.
Either way, you get up and keep fighting, only trimmed pussies throw in the towel.
Some of us keep fighting. What are we fighting for? We usually don't know until we get our asses kicked.
I got my ass kicked recently, yet I have this viagrated amnesia for what I am fighting for. Some people say, that love is blind, but I think love is just Mother Nature giving us a fucking golden shower.
Some people give an understatement and say, you've changed, but to me, it's just the lasting effect of a lesson learned, like never to go anal without the appropriate amount of lube, or else someone is gonna wake the neighbours.
I'm about to settle back in from a weekend that I never wanted to end, like all good things, but as I sit typing at 8:30 pm and after looking at my Facebook profile and recollecting the promiscuous events that ejaculated in this shit filled weekend, I can't help but think about vagina and the lessons I learned, that even on a Monday will stick with me.
It's nothing salacious, nothing that make will make you wet and start fellating yourself in the dark, but rather make you think about the times where you lost your balls, or you felt that your uteris was about to fall off, after that very thing you fought for didn't exist.
Either way, you get up and keep fighting, only trimmed pussies throw in the towel.
Thursday, June 2, 2011
What Now?
Blaming someone for actions they did in the past is like, answering a phone call in the sixty-nine position; it's not appropriate. Either way, some people still want to hold on to the bad times and never look at the good that came before that; some people can't help, but cum before they're suppose to, because it's hard to maintain stamina when it starts to get good.It's never fun being dragged along a ride that was never to be, it's like foreplay without the action at the end of it all.
We pretty much sit around, waiting for something to happen, but some people have a tendency to drag you into their problems, as if we want to hear how your partner thought your clit, was near your anus.
This pretty much tells the story of the One That Got Away (the first one). She still lets me know she's wet for me, but the fact that she has her eyes settled on a passer by, kinda shrivels me testes.
We pretty much sit around, waiting for something to happen, but some people have a tendency to drag you into their problems, as if we want to hear how your partner thought your clit, was near your anus.
This pretty much tells the story of the One That Got Away (the first one). She still lets me know she's wet for me, but the fact that she has her eyes settled on a passer by, kinda shrivels me testes.
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
Chasing A Dream...
As we grow older and our erections get softer, you realise that life is, in fact, Mother Nature on her period. The year changes, but the days repeat; Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday and again and again, like sex in monogamy. Life repeats, time goes on and only the year changes.
It's amazing how we are all ego-maniacs in one way or another. We all think we're smarter, we all think that we know more, we think we can fuck better and give better head than the pornstars we call our peers. Yet, we still look for more...more positions and more condoms to make our lives better.
In the end, those things don't make it better and we keep wanting more. Never looking at what we have. We are all like woman, who have Orgasm Dysfunction...never fucking satisfied. When we can't get what we want, we become babies...we become infants carrying nuclear explosives and an issue of Playboy Magazine.
Are we happy? To qoute a man, who continues to inspire me even long after he's in hell: "That's the problem with drinking, I thought, as I poured myself a drink. If something bad happens you drink in an attempt to forget; if something good happens you drink in order to celebrate; and if nothing happens you drink to make something happen." - Charles Bukowski
The World is pissed at us, Karma is out to fuck us over, as God laughs at our desires and fetishes, because in the end; they don't matter. What a truly fucked up world we hide in...
It's amazing how we are all ego-maniacs in one way or another. We all think we're smarter, we all think that we know more, we think we can fuck better and give better head than the pornstars we call our peers. Yet, we still look for more...more positions and more condoms to make our lives better.
In the end, those things don't make it better and we keep wanting more. Never looking at what we have. We are all like woman, who have Orgasm Dysfunction...never fucking satisfied. When we can't get what we want, we become babies...we become infants carrying nuclear explosives and an issue of Playboy Magazine.
Are we happy? To qoute a man, who continues to inspire me even long after he's in hell: "That's the problem with drinking, I thought, as I poured myself a drink. If something bad happens you drink in an attempt to forget; if something good happens you drink in order to celebrate; and if nothing happens you drink to make something happen." - Charles Bukowski
The World is pissed at us, Karma is out to fuck us over, as God laughs at our desires and fetishes, because in the end; they don't matter. What a truly fucked up world we hide in...
"Bye Bye", she said
It's funny how we only start to appreciate something when it escapes our clutches and disappears into the mist. That's the bad habit that possesess my libido, as well as, the libido of many others in this world...man and woman.
She says, I can always talk to her, that she'll always be there for me. People like me don't talk about their problems...we drink it away and go down on the next girl like the good pornstars we are. Truth is, I broke her heart. Yet, she still wanted me to become her vibrator...her little fuck toy. It was fun while it lasted, until she changed. "Yeah, I like him," she said, with a smile and eyes directed to the next guy. Wave, 'bye bye boner', I thought, after she told me she liked another.
I can't help, but feel a little anal discomfort to her words. I'm not hurt, nor am I jealous...I don't know how I am.
She says, I can always talk to her, that she'll always be there for me. People like me don't talk about their problems...we drink it away and go down on the next girl like the good pornstars we are. Truth is, I broke her heart. Yet, she still wanted me to become her vibrator...her little fuck toy. It was fun while it lasted, until she changed. "Yeah, I like him," she said, with a smile and eyes directed to the next guy. Wave, 'bye bye boner', I thought, after she told me she liked another.
I can't help, but feel a little anal discomfort to her words. I'm not hurt, nor am I jealous...I don't know how I am.
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