We tumble in and out of position as he delves in and out of me and it's beautiful. The echo across my mind of myself moaning in sheer devotion to the act of making love is never ending. The more disgusting, dark parts of me want more than this simple bliss, but for now, it will do. For now, it is everything and it is what I have forever.
Sunday, April 24, 2011
The sound
Maybe, I'll discover more about my sexual preferences later, but for now I must say I prefer the sound. The soft tap of his testicles against mine is more than satisfying and the gentle smack of our lips as the stickily separate only garnishes whatever sexual tension was building before. We as love makers or fuckers are not angry, we may not even be in love, but it's the light in our eyes that make it right. It's the sound of the bed, our lips, our bodies, the covers rushing back and forth.
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
Our Time is Running Out
I've got three essays to do. Jeffrey is away, so I figure I'd better get started.
I've eaten two little travel cases of cheddar pringles and two capri suns I think I'm ready to work- after I shower.
Today I had the weirdest feeling of love rush through me. Like a pleasing change in weather, or the smell of freshly mowed grass as you walk by the park, I saw him. His name is MP, but he's very handsome, much like Jeff. He reminds me of Jeff too in a sense. He was wearing a Hollister shirt and I'm nearly certain he's a good writer. So many similarities and yet I know he's not the right one. It scared me to think people like him could exist that he wasn't one of a kind, but it settles me to know that of that kind, he is the one for me. Jeffrey is the kind of his kind that only I could need. It's funny to think of and perhaps the thought may discourage him, but I hope it settles him to know that even with the similar looks and voice and height and strength- MP is NOT Jeffrey Lee Owens. That guy who can kiss my lips softly and roughly, the guy who can shake my timbers at the change of his season. He moves me as nature because he is the force that corrodes and rebuilds. Oh no, I dare not think of it as luck or effort that got us here in this love, but merely a way of nature. The way it probably always has been since we died and were reborn or since God sent us to Earth bound by our ancestral wit to one another.
Perhaps.
I've eaten two little travel cases of cheddar pringles and two capri suns I think I'm ready to work- after I shower.
Today I had the weirdest feeling of love rush through me. Like a pleasing change in weather, or the smell of freshly mowed grass as you walk by the park, I saw him. His name is MP, but he's very handsome, much like Jeff. He reminds me of Jeff too in a sense. He was wearing a Hollister shirt and I'm nearly certain he's a good writer. So many similarities and yet I know he's not the right one. It scared me to think people like him could exist that he wasn't one of a kind, but it settles me to know that of that kind, he is the one for me. Jeffrey is the kind of his kind that only I could need. It's funny to think of and perhaps the thought may discourage him, but I hope it settles him to know that even with the similar looks and voice and height and strength- MP is NOT Jeffrey Lee Owens. That guy who can kiss my lips softly and roughly, the guy who can shake my timbers at the change of his season. He moves me as nature because he is the force that corrodes and rebuilds. Oh no, I dare not think of it as luck or effort that got us here in this love, but merely a way of nature. The way it probably always has been since we died and were reborn or since God sent us to Earth bound by our ancestral wit to one another.
Perhaps.
Monday, April 4, 2011
Bondage
I'm learning about sexual satisfaction. I've watched most of the movie Short Bus, which I recommend if you're a seer of worlds, not a biased and unwilling customer of the menagerie the world offers. Anyway, I'm learning about bondage. For a while I thought, yes, I'd be willing to allow Jeffrey to do terrible, unsaintly things and enjoy them too. I still believe this, but my needs are much more darker than even the most willing participants of this dark sensual activity. Other than that, I'm learning about sex.
Life is interesting, isn't it? What we see isn't what we get, but merely something we can interpret the way it is meant to or the way we believe it should be.
I have issues I know, but I'm not writing to make people like me. I'm writing for me. Maybe my friend would figure out what's wrong with me more if I put it out there.
Speaking of friends, what little of them I do have, I feel lonely. Possibly because I am something people resort or possibly because I am being completely and utterly neglected in some cases. And then again there is the otherworldly possibility of a mixture of those two given choices. Either way, it doesn't seem fair. I like being alone though. I can be okay with myself. I accept people, however weird they may be but once people know what I'm thinking they usually don't want to accept me.
I should get a hobby, but I'd rather stay here.
Life is interesting, isn't it? What we see isn't what we get, but merely something we can interpret the way it is meant to or the way we believe it should be.
I have issues I know, but I'm not writing to make people like me. I'm writing for me. Maybe my friend would figure out what's wrong with me more if I put it out there.
Speaking of friends, what little of them I do have, I feel lonely. Possibly because I am something people resort or possibly because I am being completely and utterly neglected in some cases. And then again there is the otherworldly possibility of a mixture of those two given choices. Either way, it doesn't seem fair. I like being alone though. I can be okay with myself. I accept people, however weird they may be but once people know what I'm thinking they usually don't want to accept me.
I should get a hobby, but I'd rather stay here.
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