My e-diary of Anomelodious Randomocity
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Monday, July 14, 2014
Heart to mind
There was so much in her mind that manifested in her heart. Getting choked up, she didn't know where to start. Holding back the tears, she started to talk, voice trembling, she gathered her thoughts. The stream of words began with a slow start, those powerful words she had stored down deep in her heart. Steadily, the words continued faster, the emotions she felt, they weren't getting past her. She felt everything that was meant within her words. All she was giving, truthful and hers. A rush of thoughts, a stream of consciousness, her words vomited right onto his chest. Flicks of flying onto her legs. Not penetrating his heart, he let out a muffled hmm, with more of her emotions and words still to come. She anticipated a heart to heart; she had in fact opened up hers and was wanting the vulnerability, the clarity... she wanted reciprocity. Instead of exposing both of their deep thoughts clarified, she had actually just had a heart to mind. Her words, though from a place of emotional exposure and eruption, didn't penetrate his heart, but did in fact give way to his deeper thoughts. Not realizing the spewed words that hit his chest were honest and artful and beautiful in their own truth, he disconnected, and left the chat room.
Friday, May 23, 2014
Remembories
I remember making breakfast in the morning on Saturday for and with him. I remember sunny end-of-the-summer days seeing him shine from the heavens as we'd wait for c to get off the school bus. I remember him bundled in his blue uniform on the sofa as he slept, sun kissing his face, resting before heading out for third shift.
I remember skittle vodka with him. I remember walks around the complex in the late evenings. I remember not being enough.
I remember the time I farted as he was performing oral and him looking at me with shame but slowly exiting the area and enjoying me elsewhere.
I remember our first date. I remember it was to taqueria arandas at 1 o'clock in the morning. I remember going to cheddars first but them being closed. I remember we talked for hours. I remember him taking me to valero and it being the first time I really saw him. I remember staring at him and him being so damn sexy that I asked myself who he was. I remember my reaction when I realized the man I was staring at and coveting was him. I remember since then, I haven't looked at him the same. I remember he bought me gas and put it in my car on the way home. I realize from then I wanted him.
I remember the first time we made love. I definitely remember he asked to shower after getting off from work. I remember being in the bed, listening, watching through the mirror in the adjacent bathroom. I remember him saying, "you think it's the first time someone said something about liking my lips?" I remember the towel he tightened around his waist after he exited the tub.
I remember how he would touch and kiss my back. I remember he's the only one who has ever and the one who showed me my back is as sensual as it is.
I remember he was always quietly confident with me. Even inside me, I remember him humming "mmm hmm" as he laid stroke after stroke.
I remember.
I remember him telling me that his raw dick was addictive, hence him continuing to use condoms. I remember it being addictive.
I only remember sunny days and nights with him. I remember the Halloween party and the long drive back. I remember I was drunk and I hated how my hair looked. I remember his costume and how the shirt didn't fit right. I remember how handsome he looked with his shades on and how proud I was as I held onto his arm as while he walked confidently into the room, head held high.
I remember some of what caused us to fall apart. I remember a letter. I remember the time he came up to my school to get the keys to my place so he could rest. I remember it was one of the last times I was with him. I remember the last time. I remember we put together a bookshelf and at the very end realizing that we put the bottom shelf upside down. I remember him asking me if I wanted to fix it and me telling him no. I look at that bookshelf every day and remember I was falling in love.
I remember he wasn't.
Thursday, May 22, 2014
Peace
He politely asked, "may I come enjoy your company tonight?"
He chose to rest himself in the peace here. It wasn't a matter of escaping, a place to run away from the chaos. It was a place of solace for him, a place where his terrors were laid to rest in the comfort of the spaces here. He found his peace in my presence saying his monsters played well with mine, but my monsters always quieted his, and he enjoyed that quiet. He enjoyed that peace. Tonight, he was needing that sense of harmony and balance restored.
Here he didn't have to be anyone. There were no presuppositions in this place. This vast encompassing dark space of life's complications were filled with enough sparkle to light the sky that he saw when he was here.
There will never be anything more gratifying with him than knowing I am my King's place of peace.
In that time and place, making love isn't done in the dark. He respectfully leaves a single light on, silently gazes deeply into my eyes right before he leans in to kiss my lips. Each stroke is methodical. He enjoys taking in my breaths of passions, watching various places of effect, like the flex of my calf, the curl of my toes, or the tremor in my right bicep. He places his hands in mine and draws me near, inadvertantly penetrating deeper, calming me while simultaneously stirring a more unctuous arousal. A kiss to his forehead, a quick erotic impetuous gnaw to his shoulder, an impending orgasm is on the horizon. He releases himself, his hope, his passion, his desire, his fear, his complication, his lust, his past, his savage he says, and comes into the present state of being where the being of us is his comfort.
The cathartic emptying leaves room for the positive to enter and refill the pockets of space. He draws me close to his dewy skin, again hand in hand, wraps himself around me and inhales the positive we've perpetuated, refueling his tranquility and harmony.
Monday, May 12, 2014
Aphrodisiac
The oral play was just his pleasure. She knew he enjoyed looking at her body, and she was primed to give him everything she owed him. She was anticipating giving him every inch of the tightness he could fill. She perked her ass out, clasped her hands under the gushing but sticky cheeks and bounced them for him to enjoy. He takes his dick, harder than ever, traces her pussy juices and taps her clit, torturing her in the most intense way. This creates even more wetness that he continues to trace and uses to cover his dick's head. He drives his dicks, ever so slowly, still torturing her into her pussy. He slowly pulls it out. Once. It is covered from the head down to the base in her pussy juice and cream.
He takes the shaft firmly in his hand, and slowly begins to enter her tight hole. She stays firm on fours, but moans so deeply and sensuously that he pushes in deeper. He pulls himself out just a bit. Slowly. She let's out another round of sexy moans behind her closed lips, still sucking on the chocolate. As it melts it is filling her mouth with an intense bittersweetness that floods her senses as he drives his dick deeper and deeper into her and pulls back farther and farther. Still moaning, sucking the chocolate, she feels him deep into her now widening tight cavity. She says nothing, but moans and sighs, and mmmm and ahhh. She sucks the chocolate. He is engrossed in her, and she feels amazing to be inside. He begins to pick up speed pushing himself into her tight hole and pulling the shaft back faster and harder.
He can feel her relaxing with the pleasure he is giving her, but in one instant forces the rest of his dick into her ass. Shocked, she screams and falls to get forearms as the sting of his dick instantaneously stretching her hole began to ring. He pulled back to his head and forced himself down her tightness again. And again. She swallows all the remaining otherwise bitter chocolate that seemed to immediately fill her mouth with sweetness and lets out bellows of screams. With each drive down her hole, a deep, gutteral utterance left her agape sexy mouth. Finally, she was opening up, and she began to enjoy his dick being in her ass. Stroke after now pleasurable stroke, she was pushing back her beautiful ass on him, letting him get so deep into her. Her moans, her tightness, her wetness, her pushing back on him, fucking him like he was fucking her was driving him to near explosion.
He pulled out, startling her, but not stopping her, rolled her over exposing her hardened nipples and breasts. He grabbed his dick, entered her tightness, leaned down, kissed her lips through her moans. She grabbed ahold of his deep brown back, one hand gripping the small of his back, seemingly driving him more and more into her. He stared into her burgeoning eyes as he was continuing to drive himself into her tightness. He stared at her facial expressions of ecstacy, and leaned in closer where he intensely kissed her nipples, kissed down her chest and back up to her neck. She passionately kissed his shoulder, screaming her desire into it through the kisses, and rolled her hips into his, meeting each stroke of his with the same rhythm. He pulled back away from her, she grabbed his ass cheeks, thrusting her hips into his, eyes wide, shrill moans of pleasure from each time his dick slid down into her and she grinded back into him.