Thought Bubble

i don't know if it was the nyquil and lack of sleep or my sheer over-active imagination that caused this post. in either case i woke up in a heated mess after, what i'm about to describe, played out in my head.

no names/physical descriptions will be expanded upon due to the fact that this is a prelude to my next post, which will be soon, if i can muster the lexiconal spirits to help me scribe, what can only be refered to as, a fictional romance and heartbreak. i'm going tarentino and starting with the fun part.


every last blood cell inside of me was chanting for it, begging this assailant to do me in with all the power they could wrench from within their volcanic loins. i wanted it all: the pain, pleasure, desire, carnal knowledge & pure hatred for the silence that surrounded us. put a bullet into the forehead of this quiet night, spill its blood and splatter its brains all over this room.

all i can see is the plain jane, off-white ceiling. the rotating shadow of the fan casting circles like five geometric buzzards, waiting to dine on the left over rotten flesh that we would soon be shedding all over the bed and floor. i'm breathing like i've had too many strong drinks, the skin covering me is putting off heat like i've never felt before, this is what i've been longing for. the form hovering above is slender and without definition, yet it is somehow luring me. just let it happen. gentle kisses coat my cheeks, lips, neck, ears and chest. soft hot pedals of satisfaction are floating down from within this form, teasing my mind into a false sense of love, a fictional romance. their hands are pressed firmly into my shoulders, keeping me in plain view, settled into position for an assault of physical pins & needles. these hands are on fire and scalding the epidermic nerves into submission.

gently, the form runs the tips of its eyelashes across my throat, a spring breeze style of torture that no one would ever wish to stop. another wave of slow, soft kisses and eyelash beatings are unleashed upon the screaming pores of my skin. this form lifts itself up and back, straddling my waist while still forcing my figure into the same position. the arc of its back grows longer and more defined, each vertabre showing the connection from skull to small of its back. something so sinister has never been so completely seductive and sexual to me. awestruck and spellbound, i am powerless beneath the divine spectre that is toying with me on a cellular level and beyond, i have given control over to it and now the fun is about to start.

in one swift motion the figure presses its entire self into my naked, now sweat soaked, chest and whispers into my mind, with whatever mouth it has, and says:

"look but don't touch. touch but don't taste. taste but don't swallow."

one of its hands slides under the nape of my neck, cradling the connection between my skull and my spine. the deep cold of the hand against me causes my skin to flood with goosebumps, widens my eyes to their full capacity, makes the jewelry in my nipples scream for release and crams an arctic breath into my lungs. this full reversal of temperature is as sudden as a high speed car crash, my psyche is left mangled. this beautiful blank body holding me still purrs ever so slightly into my right ear, its warm breathing tingles over my earlobe and down my collar bone. the goosebumps keep coming in tidal waves all over me, a constant ripple effect of bizarre pleasure. the air of its mouth moves slowly down to my chest, the heat of its lungs finding its target. in some strange way i know that i could be cut to ribbons right now and have no regrets about what may or may not ensue.

the form lowers itself down to my ribcage, resting their left ear to where my heart resides, listening to the valves pump the lifeforce inside of me. the purring starts again but only for a moment. it rises again to arch its back, several pops release the pressure from having been locked in a lowered position. its voice echoes inside my mind again, this time with a spritely tone:

"don't mind me, just don't be surprised if you never have it better."

its head dives like a bolt of lightening and latches onto my stomach, warm saliva concentrating on a single spot, then it hits. its teeth have dug into the skin and muscle tissue, injecting a sharp barrage of blissful pain into my torso. as much as i long to scream i can't. i can't speak any audible words, the only sound coming out of me is a whimper coupled with a sigh of release. this serrated, aching pain is candy-striped with an unexplainable delight of pure ecstacy. a long island iced tea of feeling from both my mind and body. its not even close to orgasm, but it sure as hell could play out that way.

THATS WHERE I WOKE UP! what the fuck is wrong with me?!?! it never gets past this point! i have some of the greatest PG sex dreams, i swear!

so, that is the fun part of my fictional romance. this is one of four parts, that when combined, make for a fictional romance that ends in heartbreak. it keeps happening, lets say, 5 times a week for about a year now. does anyone have some insight into this?! i could use some info on how to make this thing finish itself or fuck off, permenantly. seriously.

as i said, i will try to muster the rest of it another time, in another post.

geez, this phantom pervert is twisting my brain and lighting un-needed fires in my no no parts.

someone help. lol, someone saves me from the phantom tease!