Ho hum

Due to thing I can't control (technology) and things I could (A guy finding out I wrote the last post about him and then shit hitting the fan)I will be off the internet for a few days. Hopefully, I'll be back on the line giving you all the dirty and naughty thoughts from my head.



See you soon,
Me

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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.

Another thing to add

In high school I had this dream, and as I've gotten older the dream has stayed the same. Only thing to change are the players.

~Prom Dream~
In the dream I'm at a house party and I'm looking for this guy that I have an immense crush. He's funny, sexy, tall and all I can think about is what he'd be like in bed. I'm looking for him when I see him on the stairs. He locks his eyes with me before beckoning me to follow him. I smile before walking through the huge mass of people. As soon as I get to the top of the stairs, he grabs my waist and begins to kiss me intensely. He pulls me towards this door as he whispers that he's going to give me something to scream about. The room is pitch black dark and I can't see anything. I hear him laugh, as his fingers trace up my back to my head. He covers my face with something and tells me to not move it or else we won't play our game.

I'm lying naked on this bed as he begins to touch my breasts and stomach. I'm squirming under his touch as he opens my legs and begins to eat me. "Keep it on!" he grumbles when I try to pull it off. As soon as I feel an orgasm coming, I beg for him to fuck me or else I'll cum. He stops all together and minutes pass before I feel him in between my legs. His cock rubs my pussy lips and I groan as he enters me. It's slow at first as I adjust to his size. He smells of musk and axe. Slowly he pumps into me as I groan and pull him closer into me. "Faster. Faster." I ask as my heels dig into his back. My breast jiggle to his humping, I hear our panting. From faraway, I hear a tiny voice ask in my ear, "Is it really me your fucking? Or someone else?" Before biting my ear.

Oh God, my brain screams. GET OUT!! I try to get up but the bodiless voice has hands. Great big hands that caress my breasts as it hisses, "Stay. We want you to stay." One of the hands continue down my stomach and to my clit as the other one opens something. I can hear something being opened followed by something warm and sticky being placed on my nipple. Whatever it is, it's leaking. I open my mouth to ask the voice what the hell it's doing to my breasts, but it takes the opportunity to stick whatever that was my breasts into my mouth. I taste salt like anchovies and my mouth begins to water at the prospect of this object in my mouth. It feels warm and hard. Almost like a warm rubber glove. Except. . . is that veins? My mouth's too full to ask but he answers just the same. "Like that cock, huh bitch? Yeah, I knew you would."

And in this dream, I'm excited as all fuck because I have someone fucking my snatch and I'm choking on cock. I'd love to have that happen in real life. Fuck.

ugh

I am so wet right now it's not even funny.
I want to fuck or at least talk to someone. The funny thing is that I had this short thing going on in my head.

I'm at Bond and I'm sitting by lake Orr when I see Mike or "Eric". We make small talk before he ask me wha'ts up. "What's up?" I nearly yell. "Do you really want to know what's up with me or just listen to a lie?" He sits down and looks at me with his eyes. "Yes. I do."

I sigh before replying, "I'm so fucking horny right now. I've tried fingers, dildos and nothing fucking works. It's been 4 long ass months and I need cock right now. And if any guy were to come up to me right now and rub my leg, I'd fuck him. I swear to God!" And in this daydream of mine, the guy would smile and then as if he didn't believe me, he'd rub my leg before I'd slap it away.
"I'm serious man. I seriously will fuck the shit out of you. " He'd continue before I grabbed his collar and pulled it forward. I'd gruffly say, "I swear to all that is good and holy that I will jump into your lap, hump you like there's no tomorrow and seriously fuck you. Don't play unless you really want me to."
And then he'd rub my leg, gently as I'd lose my shit and jump into his lap. I'd crush his lips with mine as my crotch would grind into his. I'd take his right hand and bring it to my breast as I'd beg him to fuck me in his ear. That I needed it so badly and that I was so wet. That's when I'd take his other hand and guide him to the front of my dress before slipping his fingers inside my panties to feel how wet I am. "See?" I'd mutter as his fingers would begin to dance on my clit. I'd cry out as his hard on would press into my wet, black panties.
Wrapping my legs around him, I'd pull my dress to look as if we just making out. Then I'd go between us and I'd free his cock out of his pants and look at him. He'd look around before taking his fingers out of my pussy and touch his cock. He'd rub it down before rubbing my pussy again for more lube.
I'd sigh before opening my legs and spearing myself onto his cock. I'd moan as he'd bite my throat, before beginning to silently fuck me.

Boys, 'cuz now I'm talking about, Boys,

I sprained my ankle last week which has left me with a lot of time on my hands. Just today I joined aol_sex, a livejournal community. There I posted for people to talk to me on aim and I've talked to four guys and out of those four, one cam session. Took me 30 minutes to realize that I hadn't clicked on the video button.

He wanted to see my face and told me his name. He's from Virginia and is . . ."Eric". Eric has a nice hot looking cock if I do say so myself. I saw it and it was fucking ahhhhh... my vagina became so fucking wet as I imagined all the positions I could do on that thing. He even touched himself and I did the same, while looking at him. (He wasn't bad looking either, although I have no idea what he sounds like. He never talked while he heard me.) But a las, his computer battery went dead and I'm left frustrated. I wanted to fuck myself while looking at that thing and I couldn't. FUCKKK!!!!

Technology loves to fuck with us, doesn't it?

Lust and Caution

I'm watching Lust and Caution. It's so fucking bloody with how the guys are killing this one man.
Right now my sexual thoughts are like this movie, but not as violent.

I blame the atmosphere of Australia.


I've had the first dream since walking by what I call "Rape Forest" by Uni. There's a huge line of trees that litter the sides of the sidewalk. You can't see through them when it's dark and I say that you could be taken down into "Rape Forest" and no one would know.


~First dream~
I'm walking towards my apartment, as I hear someone behind me. I stop to turn around and there's no one there. All I can hear is the sound of leaves being stepped on. Before I can run, someone grabs me by my waist and pulls me to their chest. I can tell it's a guy, but his voice is disguised. I apologize for having five dollars and nothing of value as he snickers. "Who the hell says I want any of your fucking money? Now move." He pushes me in front of him, towards the trees, before noticing my right hand grasped in a fist. I open my hand to reveal my keys before he snatches them away. It dawns on me that I could and might die down here. I gasp once I feel his hand, pulling on the back my neck. "If you try anything I'll shoot."

My breathing becomes frantic as the words sink in. His hand travels down from my neck to the small of my back. Goose pimples begin to form on my arms as my nipples react. FUCK! I think to myself as we come to a small clearing in the forest. He clamps his hand over my mouth, as I silently will myself to not get wet and to stay dry. Once his other hand snakes over my breasts, my pelvis ignores me as I grow wetter by the minute. What makes it unbearable, is his hard cock rubbing against my ass. My mind instantly imagines him riding me as I grow sopping wet. As if reading my mind, his hand travels downward as it reaches my jeans. His fingers open my button as I start to move. Desperate to get him away from my panties but it's not to be. His hand cups me before jumping into my underwear. His fingers find my cunt and begin to revel in my wet pussy. He chuckles before leaning into my ear."You like this, you fucking slut?" he questions before rubbing my clit. I grunt as my hips begin to rock back and forth on his hand, trying to get some release. He releases his hand on my mouth, as I moan out loud. He sticks his middle finger deep into me as my pussy takes on a mind of it's own and rides his hand. He bends us onto the ground. Me in front and him like a dog about to fuck a bitch in heat. I hear the rustling of the trees, and his breathing before the unzipping of pants. Immediately, I pull my jeans down and arch my back, as if saying, I want you to fuck me. He grab my hips, before I feel him position himself to my pussy. He thrusts himself into me, as I milk him. I feel the thickness of his cock as he slowly pulls out, to only push in savagely. I feel him pull my hair as my ass bounces on his thighs.
I find my voice and plead, "Fuck me harder, please God. Just fuck me harder." He slaps my ass, before picking up speed. Minutes pass as I feel my orgasm begin to build. He must sense it for he begins to rub my clit and pinch my nipples. I get to the edge as his lips rest on my neck while he fucks me.
"Bite me." I stammer out as his hand stops groping my breasts.
"What?" he asks, quietly.
"Bit me." and with that, I feel his teeth sink into my neck. Stars explode in my eyes as I see myself outside my body, being fucked senselessly by the guy I danced with at the pub.
~El Fin~

That's one of the daydreams that I've been having since walking near that scary ass forest.

Hmmmm

I think I lost my libido, for I'm not that into sex as I used to be. I thought about it, wanted it and had it. But now I'm thinking about other things. Part of the reason I don't want to have sex has to do with Max.

The last time we had sex, he ruined the memory by skyping me the next day. It wasn't enough that we talked about it and decided to be friends and ignore what happened. No, he had to harp on it and then mention that he had a girl he was talking to. What a way to be an ass. And as he was fingering me, he said, "Are you going to come soon because my hand is getting tired."

After that, I swore I wouldn't have another fuckbuddy, whatever as long as I live. That I'd be in a relationship for a year before I give it up again. And so far, that's what's been playing in the back of my head. Thanks Max.

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.

Update

I had this really intense dream.

The type of dream that makes you wonder about your type. The type you fall head over heels for, the type that makes your head swim.


I have a type.

I have several types.


I like curvy femmes who can wear heels and have pretty hair. I like little quirks of their's and how soft they are. I like femmes with breast that are B to big.

I like butch/studs with Swagga and confidence. I like them tall and chubby, tall and skinny. Biceps pumped.