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Women's top 10 Fantasies
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Showing posts with label Babble. Show all posts
Thursday, June 10, 2010
Damnit
It seems that nothing ever really happens. I told you that I'd get rid of his number and I would block him from my news feed. I did that and stopped masturbating for a total of . . . five days? Then I caved, downloaded new porn and came in a matter of seconds. He then texted me out of the blue and I promptly fell asleep, as I had work the next morning. Since then. . . NADA.
I've been overtexting him and it's hit me that he's a Pisces. I knew he was a Pisces before hand but I've been reading my sextrology book on Pisces and Scorpion males. (Which has some interesting items of what gets them off.) I personally like being pursued and I don't feel comfortable being the aggressive one. I want him to text me silly and tell me when he's available for this eating me out. However, I know that by the time he does get ready, I will probably be on my period again or some other shit will happen.
Oh and some stuff about Pisces and Scorpio. :-/
I've been overtexting him and it's hit me that he's a Pisces. I knew he was a Pisces before hand but I've been reading my sextrology book on Pisces and Scorpion males. (Which has some interesting items of what gets them off.) I personally like being pursued and I don't feel comfortable being the aggressive one. I want him to text me silly and tell me when he's available for this eating me out. However, I know that by the time he does get ready, I will probably be on my period again or some other shit will happen.
Oh and some stuff about Pisces and Scorpio. :-/
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
Poem that I wrote in class
I wrote this poem during one of my classes and yeah. I'm posting it on here because it was very sexual.
Are My?
Are my lips so soft,
so swollen, so wet from your kisses
that you plow through them.
Plunge into them with a sword.
A Sword so strong, so hard that I cry out in pain.
My lips bruise a cherry tomato red. So delicious that
you dart your tongue out like a lizard.
Licking at the seeds you left.
Licking at my lips, waiting for them to part so you can suck
at my nectar.
I taste you on my mouth.
You taste of cigarettes, sugar and death.
Your pecks of kisses,
your biceps surround my body.
*Author's note: This was added later in class*
I gasp as you invade my center.
Rushing into my hole, tearing it apart.
Am I tighter than you imagined?
Your eyes roll to the back of your head, as your hips, your cock take over.
In and out, in and out, you rock into me as the intensity spreads.
Your cock melts my pussy into nothing.
Biting into my neck you whisper, no you command, me to come on your dick and I do.
Are My?
Are my lips so soft,
so swollen, so wet from your kisses
that you plow through them.
Plunge into them with a sword.
A Sword so strong, so hard that I cry out in pain.
My lips bruise a cherry tomato red. So delicious that
you dart your tongue out like a lizard.
Licking at the seeds you left.
Licking at my lips, waiting for them to part so you can suck
at my nectar.
I taste you on my mouth.
You taste of cigarettes, sugar and death.
Your pecks of kisses,
your biceps surround my body.
*Author's note: This was added later in class*
I gasp as you invade my center.
Rushing into my hole, tearing it apart.
Am I tighter than you imagined?
Your eyes roll to the back of your head, as your hips, your cock take over.
In and out, in and out, you rock into me as the intensity spreads.
Your cock melts my pussy into nothing.
Biting into my neck you whisper, no you command, me to come on your dick and I do.
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
This is a short love song
It took me a while
to sit down and write something
that would mean the world.
I was your lover, your wife and now we're drifting . . . apart.
I can feel it in the way you hold and look
at her. Why do I even try to make myself
perfect in your eyes?
When it's true, we aren't meant to be
You fell out of love with me
years ago/ Why can't I scrub the smell
of you out of my skin, you've raped my whole being
and it's sad.
'Cuz I'm lost without you.
The time you went to Japan,
I stayed up to five, trying to time when you'd sleep and you'd
become mine.
I'd inflitrate your dreams and talk yourself to sleep
as your grunts would become less human and you'd use your teeth.
My nails would scrape your skin, mixing blood and sweat and tears
as you wishpered, "Baby I'm not trying to be mean."
And then I'd wake up.
Why can't I scrape the skin/
and start over again, with another
obession that will not heal itself?
We can't start over, the fights are more strange
I'll wait for you to fall asleep before I do in my plan.
Now sleep, sleep, I give you took much pills
now the arsenic is doing you in and I don't care.
to sit down and write something
that would mean the world.
I was your lover, your wife and now we're drifting . . . apart.
I can feel it in the way you hold and look
at her. Why do I even try to make myself
perfect in your eyes?
When it's true, we aren't meant to be
You fell out of love with me
years ago/ Why can't I scrub the smell
of you out of my skin, you've raped my whole being
and it's sad.
'Cuz I'm lost without you.
The time you went to Japan,
I stayed up to five, trying to time when you'd sleep and you'd
become mine.
I'd inflitrate your dreams and talk yourself to sleep
as your grunts would become less human and you'd use your teeth.
My nails would scrape your skin, mixing blood and sweat and tears
as you wishpered, "Baby I'm not trying to be mean."
And then I'd wake up.
Why can't I scrape the skin/
and start over again, with another
obession that will not heal itself?
We can't start over, the fights are more strange
I'll wait for you to fall asleep before I do in my plan.
Now sleep, sleep, I give you took much pills
now the arsenic is doing you in and I don't care.
Friday, May 1, 2009
Love letter to a future husband
Dear Future Husband,
If you've received this letter than yea! I've decided to marry you which must have been a hard task considering that I'm more poly and less monogamous. Don't hold it against me. I hope that I've told you about who I am. That there are few secrets between us and that you don't think I'm crazy when I say the most obscene things. But if you've gotten this, then I must love you enough to give it to you.
Are we writing down our thoughts and feelings in letters or have we moved on? Does your touch on my skin leave me shaking, shuddering and smiling? The first time that we kissed, I want you to know that I was wet. Your hands are magnetic and like pin, I can't help but crawl my way towards you.
Are our kisses still magical, do they still hold passion? I'll probably have touched myself a million times in my head and when I go to sleep, I'll dream of us kissing as my hand caresses my breast and touches my lips. I'll think of you, biting me, pulling my hair.
Have I fully alerted you to who or what it is that I like? Are we simply vanilla or have we moved into what I've always wanted to do?
Do I still get a high from your touch upon my brown skin? That every time we meet, I'll stammer as I look into your eyes. That I'll want you to grab me in mid sentence and kiss me. That our tongues will make love as I eat you? That my mouth watered at the thought of your skin, metallic salty. That every time we kiss, I'll hold back when I want to act. I want you to grab my hand and push me onto the bed. I'll want you to cuff me to the headboard as I fight, beg and whisper, "Please no." at your insistence. That as we move slowly together through the weeks, I'll have the image of you fucking my brains out, floating in my head?
If you've received this letter than yea! I've decided to marry you which must have been a hard task considering that I'm more poly and less monogamous. Don't hold it against me. I hope that I've told you about who I am. That there are few secrets between us and that you don't think I'm crazy when I say the most obscene things. But if you've gotten this, then I must love you enough to give it to you.
Are we writing down our thoughts and feelings in letters or have we moved on? Does your touch on my skin leave me shaking, shuddering and smiling? The first time that we kissed, I want you to know that I was wet. Your hands are magnetic and like pin, I can't help but crawl my way towards you.
Are our kisses still magical, do they still hold passion? I'll probably have touched myself a million times in my head and when I go to sleep, I'll dream of us kissing as my hand caresses my breast and touches my lips. I'll think of you, biting me, pulling my hair.
Have I fully alerted you to who or what it is that I like? Are we simply vanilla or have we moved into what I've always wanted to do?
Do I still get a high from your touch upon my brown skin? That every time we meet, I'll stammer as I look into your eyes. That I'll want you to grab me in mid sentence and kiss me. That our tongues will make love as I eat you? That my mouth watered at the thought of your skin, metallic salty. That every time we kiss, I'll hold back when I want to act. I want you to grab my hand and push me onto the bed. I'll want you to cuff me to the headboard as I fight, beg and whisper, "Please no." at your insistence. That as we move slowly together through the weeks, I'll have the image of you fucking my brains out, floating in my head?
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