Text adventures #3

Him: This is how I want you.
I want the color of your lips in my teeth. I want to suck the flavor of your tongue. I want to lick that pretty little smile right off of your face.
I want my hands pressed into every part of you. I want to paint you in fingerprints. I want to grab handfuls of you and stuff you into my mouth. I want you in my fists.
I want to smell you like an animal, filling my lungs with your scent, then lap at you. I want to root into you. I want to kiss your cunt like I kiss your starving mouth. I want a devourment. I want to swallow you.
I want the inside of you. Where I live. Where I belong. I want the lewd meat of you. I want to be wrapped in your throbbing. I want to make you slosh and quiver. I want to feel you need me in you, even when it hurts, especially when it hurts. I want you with a cock that strains against the very skin that contains it.
I want you with reverence and raw greed. I want to fall on my knees in worship, slathering myself in your sacrament. I want to bludgeon and barrel into you, punishing you for my sin. I want to make you a place of reckoning.
This.
This is how I want you.

Text adventures #2

me: if you were to associate me with a colour, what colour would it be?

him: i associate you with 2 different types of black: dominatrix boots black and sheer, lacey underwear black, deep wine (lipstick) red, and iridescent white from a gold plated revolver

In the background playing Touch by Klemmer, and I feel as if I’m in the mid 70’s. I feel playful yet sensual. You come home and I’m dancing smoothly, my slight grin indicating join me. Lights, laughter, and lust entwined with a bit of whiskey. I feel sexy, and yours.

I wish I could have had you before losing you

I should’ve been flesh when words seemed too spoiled, been words when the flesh could not stand the fire anymore. 

I should’ve been fire, my love, when you needed to burn. 

But then, there you are: a picture between the fragrant pages of a notebook. 

What can I do for you?

I try to find you in others. It is always you that I’m looking for.

Is there someone I think about? Yes.

Real connections don’t just fade away with time or are diluted by new passions. They eventually draw a line in which every new connection awakens the old one, every now and then, like a mark. Some people are inevitable to you, whether you want it or not.

Thoughts...

It never stops, the wanting of you. I don’t suppose it ever will. Distance, time, disposition… It never matters. You. What I want is you. Now.

One of the many things I love about my father is that whenever he sees that I’m bored or just in a dull mood he always invites me out to drink tea with him. He takes me to my favorite bakery shop where they serve the most fantastic teas and drinks, or better yet, he invites me back to my parents' house and he makes us both a cuppa at home, and we just drink our favorite tea and we just talk. It’s so simple, yet it manages to put me in such a better mood. I love those moments. But most importantly, I love my pa!