1/26/2009
1/22/2009
He's a master of karate and friendship for everyone.
I like the rough and tumble, that's a given by now: getting dirty, putting up a fight. It's so much more fun when you have to work for it. Don't get me wrong, sometimes there is nothing better than long, slow lingering love making with tender glances and strong embraces. It's lovely the morning after getting the shit kicked out of you.
I can be sweet and romantic as the next girl. It's just that my idea of a night of romance leaves scrapes and scratches and funny looking bruises in weird places.
"I need a wall." He said. Alrighty then. We moved into the foyer, since that was the only area where there was any free wall space. We both looked at the door and nodded with approval. He shoved me against the door and grabbed my arms, I twisted and pushed forward and he pushed me back against the door. He laughed a little, I don't think he was expecting me to fight back. I didn't either, actually. It just seemed like a fun thing to do at the time.
With my arms trapped in his grip, he lifted me over his head. My breath was forced out of my body as he bounced me around in the air. He sat me down and lifted me up again, this time with his arms wrapped right around my torso. My chest was crushed as I went over his head again and I gasped and groaned breathlessly. He let me down a little until I was resting on one foot and slipped his fingers in my cunt. I was a little afraid he was going to try and lift me up by my pussy. Still, I would have let him try.
But he put me down and in some fancy kung-fu move he dropped me and had me pinned to the floor. I felt his weight on top of me and he whispered in my ear, "You okay?" I laughed and nodded with my face pressed down against the wood. "Want to do it again?" I nodded vigorously and he pulled me up and wrestle mania-ed me down again. He kicked my legs apart. I made a lame attempt at closing them, just for fun and he knocked them open again. Just as I was expecting something shoved inside me, there was a pause. He lifted my right leg up and pulled, walking to the bathroom, dragging me along the floor with him, classic caveman style. All that was missing was a conk on the head with a big wooden stick. My tits slid and stuck against the floor and I lifted myself up slightly, walking on my hands while he pulled me behind him.
But to the bathroom?
"I didn't want you to get lonely, so I brought you with me." I looked behind me and saw him looking into the mirror.
"I lost a contact lens."
"Oh no!" I said, scanning the floor around me.
"It's okay."
"Can you see alright?" I asked.
"Yeah. I'll be fine."
"That sucks." I said as he yanked me back up.
1/12/2009
Bang my drum slowly. Not that slowly.
He came with gifts, a bottle of whiskey and a little drum. I forget what it's called. It's like a bongo, but not. I started to get the ice and the glasses for our drinks and felt his hands wrap around my waist from behind. I put the glasses down, turned around and said, "You know what, these can wait." He bent down to kiss me and I lifted up on my toes to kiss back. He slipped his hand inside my robe and sighed. I took his hand and led him into the bedroom.
He immediately grabbed the side of my head and pulled me into a kiss. Well, not so much a kiss as a cross between a bite and a vacuum cleaner. Sometimes kisses are just not meant to be sweet. I twisted my head trying to follow his lead, but I didn't know where he was going. He shifted me around like he was trying to find the best part. As if he couldn't decide where to start. He settled on my shoulder and bit down and sucked up at the same time until I had to pull away, dragging him down with me.
He pushes me down on the bed and has that crazy fuck-eyed look men get when they know they're going to tear you apart. He fucks like he's been in prison for the past 10 years, everytime. I lift my legs over my shoulders until my feet are resting against the wall behind me and he pushes down on to my arms until I'm afraid they might break. He's going so deep and so hard and so fast, I go into that zone where my whole body becomes my cunt. My brain's my cunt. My nervous system is my cunt. There's nothing to me, but this hole between my legs and I think to myself, "That's about right."
He wraps his hands around my throat and I'm silent and still until he lets go again and I gasp for air. He bites into my shoulder, the left side this time and it hurts so bad, but I want the remaining ache that will last for days after. He turns me over on my side and smacks my ass, not long enough, but I can let that go for now. He rolls me over on top of him and I straddle him, rocking back and forth on his cock. I grip his pecs for leverage and lean down. I sink my teeth into his chest, just above the right nipple. He keeps saying harder and harder and harder and I can't believe what I'm doing, but he's sighing and laughing. I wonder if I could break the skin and what it would taste like if I did. When I let go I see the deep red perforations and I immediately smack it a few times. I lick it and smack it some more to make sure it sticks.
Afterwards, we sat on the disaster area which had once been on my bed and we took turns beating on my new drum.
1/10/2009
Lessons in Love
Since I've got time on my hands these days, I've been re-organizing my shelves and making the big move to getting rid of my CD and DVD cases and putting them all in neat little sleeves. Thank you Muji! You wouldn't believe the amount of shelf space I have now. But I had to preserve the best liner notes I've ever read and have painstakingly transcribed them for your pleasure:
"How should I sing this?"
"Like a 16 year old girl who's been dating a 40 year old man, but it's all over now."
She looks good, dresses good, lives good, eats, drinks, loves, breathes, dances, sings, cries good. Five foot three and tiger eyes. A mouth made for lollipops or kisses, Stingers or melting smiles. Ninety-five pounds of affection.
She's been there already. Barely in her twenties, she looks younger. That look, like Lolita Humbert, like Daisy Clover. The power to exalt, or to destroy, wanting only the former, but unafraid to invoke the latter if the time comes.
The eyes that see through, know more, look longer. Unafraid to pull on the boots again, toss off a burnt out thing with a casual, "So long, babe," and get.
A young fragile living thing, on it's own in a wondrous-wicked-woundup-wasted-wild-worried-wisedup-warmbodied world. On her own. Earning her daily crepes and Cokes by singing the facts of love. Her voice tells as much as her songs. No faked up grandure, her voice is like it is: a little tired, little put down, a lot of loving.
No one is born sophisticated. It's a place you have to crawl to, crawling out of hayseed country, over miles of unsanded pavement, past Trouble, past corners and forks with no auto club signs to point you, till you get there and you wake up wiser.
She's arrived. She sings you about the long crawl. And she makes you have to listen.
She's there.
– Stan Cornyn (original liner notes 1966)
1/03/2009
To-Do list / item no.5
I'm actually a little surprised at how turned on I was by this. I've done a lot in my day, but truth be told, I still have quite a few cherries to pop. Piss play was always one of those things I'd say I'd never do (probably). I mean, come on. It's pee.
Eww, right?
The first first time I ever came close was on a first date. We came back to my place after meeting up in a bar. Within two minutes of him entering my apartment, I was on my knees and he was fishing his cock out of his jeans telling me he was going to pee in my mouth. I cringed and shook my head back and forth, holding back the tears... with my mouth open, of course. Fortunately for me, he got shy.
So that was it. But I've been perusing this site and I'll just say, I'm a little surprised at how turned on I was.
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