i know i said i was going to finish the trilogy of my screwed up dream this evening, however, i have decided that tonight i stray away from that final piece of the story if only to prolong my goosebumps and night terrors. call me scooby doo because i'm acting like i saw a ghost and i'm making a run for it. don't worry, by the end of the episode i will catch the old farmer scaring off kids and developers who want to turn his quiet land into an amusement park.
so i was being nostalgic today (IN MY MIND) and i started thinking about some things that helped turn my tides long, long ago. some of these things were good, some were bad and some were split down the center. nothing says "you need therapy and medication" like bi-polar life experiences and the characters therein. wth that said let me assure that this is the early portion of a bad experience, thus it is good, more specificly, wonderful & blissful.
the following was an actual event, described as best as i can possibly remember. also: harlequin romance called and they want their sweat drenched, quasi-pornographic paragraphs back. my reply was "no, you eat a dick".
i still find it amazing how very mouth-watering the shadows cast by bodies in front of televisions can be. the technology that was built to draw us in can, with the right kind of eyes and mind, negate itself by creating simple new things for our senses to drink in. become drunk with these so very life-like movies we now refer to as memories.
there we were again, glued to the plush leather sofa that was deemed as "ours". over stuffed, mocha colored, slightly worn due to the sporadic clawing of her ankle height dog. this was the last ship that would set sail on the sea of uncertainty in a darkened room that was vaguely decorated in the ever glowing light of the TV in the corner, angled from the left of the room toward the modern kitchen and dining area across the vast room. with our sneakers stretched out onto the ikea inspired coffee table, just in front of the bizarre taxidermied cow seating, we let our soft bodies sink back so that the pictures could lull us into a zombified state that only stoners can appreciate. the sounds blared, the pictures kept coming, our minds were being squeezed of their juices.
she loved to be nancy drew on those evenings together. the seemingly endless marathon of law & order would start and she would sit, without attempting to converse in any known way, and try to solve the crime before the script had run out and we all got clued in to the grand plot of that particular episode. to say that boredom was begging me to go kevorkian was an understatement. my restless mind began to wonder and bounce from topic to topic, idea to idea. inside of my noggin the swirl of the most random things danced a ballet to amuse and save my minimal intelligence.
thats when i noticed it. the shadow cast by her earlobe was far more interesting to me than benson & stabler busting a perp for hiding his dead girlfriend in a playground sandbox. i was indeed struck by the innocent appendage just jutting out, as if to say to me "so you're shit wrecked bored out of your mind too? join the club buckaroo." there sat a single flap of hearing gear: alone, neglected, full of sorrow. i knew that in order to clean my hands of the growing stupidity being pushed at me from the idiot box i would have to switch my attention to this taunting and delectable body part.
with all the stealth i could channel, i made my cloaked attack on her soft earlobe. adjusting my right hand to her thigh and leaning in ever so quietly, i opened my now watering mouth, and wrapped my teeth and lips around the shadow enveloped lobe. in a split second my upper teeth were clenched into the inner crescent and my tongue was gently lapping at the back. with eyes closed and mind as focused as it could be i felf the hot blood coursing through her, pumping at resting speeds to begin with, then accelerating with each passing second. at the same time my left arm shifted around her mid section, pulling her back to my chest, spooning her tender frame to me, pushing the two puzzle pieces together. it had only just begun to be fun, the stakes were going to rise higher and higher, i was sure of it.
the show she was watching was becoming less important to her, those beautiful lungs of her's were changing their depth and rate of breathing. slow and deep, abyssal depths of oxygen went into her veins, through her heart and rushing into every inch of her ever warming body. i could taste the mounting lust growing below her clothes, i could smell her passion and desire clawing their way to the surface. now my right hand was gripping the flesh of her leg intently, finger nails were being dug into the meat of her get away stick. let me crush her under the weight of this, allow me to show her why i'm testing her waters. her spine was pressed full force into my ribs, a mixture bone and flesh grinding into each other without apology, without remorse.
a light moan escaped her velvet lips and floated helplessly in the air around us, the sound of her wall coming down and her inner most animal rising up awaiting the moment when she herself could return the attack. i would not let that happen tonight, this was my opening to show her how cruel and vile i could be. i let my mouth drift down the side of her neck, spattering soft kisses and light bites on the skin the trailed to her shoulder, bread crumbs left behind just for show. my left hand, by now, has left her stomach and migrated up to her supple little breast. millimeters of cotton and synthetic fiber shielded her hot skin from my naked hands, i plan on keeping it that way, for now. i cup her in my hand and squeeze slightly up and gently roll the flank of my thumb over her hardened nipple, softly stroking the erect flesh. just so she isn't left comfortable in this moment i, in that very instant, drop my teeth completely into the back of her shoulder, clenched in deeply, willing to draw blood if thats what it takes.
her previous vocalization was executed by the newest sign of her pleasure. this sound was part moan part scream, a chorus of agony and ecstacy fist fighting their way through her throat and into the room. every muscle in her body tensed up. those little vertabre of hers pulled up and forced her chest out, arching into a stunning curve. the cupped breast now fought back against my gripping hand, her thighs tightened up and pushed her hips back into my lap, she was now sitting inside of me, wishing for freedom but showing every sign that she wasn't ready to leave. i left her thigh and moved my right hand to her right breast, as not to play favorites and allowed my left hand to wrap around the front of her left shoulder, pulling her even deeper into me. in this moment i felt it was only proper to attend to her left shoulder, thus releasing my death grip of teeth and repositioning them into her again. another jump of her frame. another primal groan escaped her and this time she began to pant, mouth agape.
well, shall we call this part one? yes? no? too bad, i will continue this tomorrow along with the final installment of "the PG porn night terror that wouldn't die". good night all. enjoy tomorrow.
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