i wanna be your fish taco

rigid

I want you to wonder how you got here
ass in the air, elbows on the floor
degraded, wanting more
sickly sweat, desperation
small tear in your eye begs me
rythmic pounding of your body aganst me begs me
hand around your throat just on the edge of a choke
paint your face with my fleshy brush
what a good girl might get

Panties on the brain...............

when I was younger so much younger than today.........
Twelve to be exact, I used to babysit for the twins down the street sometimes.
Their mother was very waspy-pretty(?)and a lush.She was always very affectionate when she came home loaded, always a kiss on the cheek or a big hug,"someday my handsome boy." she would always say as I was leaving. I wasn't sure what she meant, but I would think about it sometimes whilst jerkin' off. One particular evening she came home very late, her make up was all smeared, she looked angry, no sign of her usual alcohol fueled sweetness. She went straight into the bathroom and then into her bedroom as if I wasn't even there. As I was grabbing my jacket to leave she called my name and asked me, "come here for a second." I walked into her bedroom and she was on the bed,propped up on her elbows, legs open, pantie's and a t-shirt. "have you ever seen one of these?" motioning between her legs. I looked down and then back into her blurry eyes, "In magazines." "Come here and kiss it." I crawled onto the bed and kissed her panties over and over all around, I was nervous, scared, excited, mostly scared with an erection. I tried to remember every Penthouse forum I had ever read, what exactly am I supposed to do. Her pantie's were getting very hot and very wet. She grabbed my hand and guided it to her pantie's, "Pull them to the side and use your tongue." I obeyed. New tastes, smells, the skin of her thighs brushing against my cheek, It was all very exciting except when she spoke, drunk and sad. At some point her movements became very frantic and she began to cry and out of nowhere she screamed angrily, "Go, Get out of my house!" She started sobbing deeply, I stood up confused, she pointed to the door without looking up. I left confused, feeling bad for her, crying and all. We never spoke of it and I only baby sat for the twins a few more times.
Sometimes I still like the pantie's pulled to the side, licking, fucking, whatever. Was I molested in some fashion, I don't think so. Inappropriate perhaps, maybe just lonely people trying to connect, whatever no need to analyze a memory. I yam what I yam.

the unbearable lightness

Got out of the shower, my girl was laying on the bed looking at me. I towled off and shaved as she watched.
I turned to her and tucked my package between my legs and did a perfect Ted Levine impression, "I'd fuck me."
She screamed and ran out of the room.
Now she's not speaking.
Silly I say, silly.

Fuck you x thirty three

Fuck you aganst your office door.
Fuck you in a Tokyo hotel room.
Fuck you in a sweet way.
Fuck you in a degrading way.
Fuck you with mascara running down your face.
Fuck you with your face mashed into a pillow.
Fuck you while you smash my head into the asphalt.
Fuck you in your jeans you havent washed all week.
Fuck you on an old dirty matress.
Fuck you doggy style, collar, leash, etc...
Fuck you in pigtails and a pretty dress.
Fuck you when everyone else is done fucking you.
Fuck you in your own filth.
Fuck you in your prom dress.
Fuck you while you watch weird porn on the internet.
Fuck you when were spent.
Fuck you while you talk to strangers on the phone.
Fuck you while we laugh.
Fuck you as we pretend to be well adjusted adults.
Fuck you bent over a chain link fence while a crowd gathers.
Fuck you while I pull your hair a little to rough.
Fuck you while you smack me in the face.
Fuck you spitting on you.
Fuck you with a strangers cock in your mouth.
Fuck you on a roof in a lightning storm.
Fuck you like I care.
Fuck you anyway you can take it.
Fuck you on the floor after fight club.
Fuck you sleeping.
Fuck you like an excited teenager.
Fuck you till I hurt.
Fuck you like a 70's porn star.
Fuck you sticky sweet.

sensitivity training

were you just abusing yourself to donny and marie?

I should piss in your ass, you little fuck, little dirty fuck.

don't cry, you know your my best girl.

R U a little bit country or a little bit fucked up?

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I had a brief, but lovely relationship with a puerto rican girl named Farrah. She was an absolute vision, sweet as can be, perfect skin to run your hand's over forever, perfect body, heaven. Sex was amazing- best oral ever - no joke, fucking, kissing- I think I could write an entire book on her lips, every thing! Well, wait, there were two things that bothered me; 1.)during sex she would call me poppy, I took this to mean daddy, didn't work for me and "make me yours" while fucking, someone told me this meant get me pregnant. 2.) Her husband, I had no clue, showed up at my apartment with a gun one day. I could have lived with the first one, but not the second one, she lied. I would have married her, seriously.