Who me?? What do I taste like? I taste like dreams come true, I taste like the sweetness of a first kiss wrapped up in the wickedness of experience, like exquisite torture and the epitome of perfection. That's what I taste like.
Sunday, November 6, 2011
Like Campbell's soup...
Who me?? What do I taste like? I taste like dreams come true, I taste like the sweetness of a first kiss wrapped up in the wickedness of experience, like exquisite torture and the epitome of perfection. That's what I taste like.
Friday, November 4, 2011
Dancin at 7:30 on a Friday morning??
That's right... I am sittin here boppin to LMFAO's Sexy and I Know It, smoking a cigarette, gettin kidders ready for school. (They are watchin Robots on FX right now.) Yes, I called THE Boy last night. He yelled at me cause I fell asleep Thursday morning and he tried calling me again. While we were on the phone, lots of things were discussed and traipsed about and giggled over and pseudo planned. I am happy when we are just bullshitting, discussing things like religion, and ink, and music, and family. We talked about family too. About what's going to happen when he looses what I have lost, and how he's going to freak out. And he admires me for staying so strong.
We talked about music, and how he had Adam Lambert's What Do You Want From Me stuck in his head. I played it. Just cause sometimes that helps. It's NOT his style of music. Not even close. But for some reason he says it fits how he feels right now. hmmmmmm... veddy veddy interesting. Jus' sayin'.
So, for your listening pleasure....
How would YOU take that???
*BSWK*
We talked about music, and how he had Adam Lambert's What Do You Want From Me stuck in his head. I played it. Just cause sometimes that helps. It's NOT his style of music. Not even close. But for some reason he says it fits how he feels right now. hmmmmmm... veddy veddy interesting. Jus' sayin'.
So, for your listening pleasure....
How would YOU take that???
*BSWK*
Thursday, November 3, 2011
Ugggggggghhhhhhhh
Oh my fucking gawd. If this mother fucker doesn't pillage and plunder through my goodies soon I swear I will have to hurt him!! UGHHHHHHHHHHHHH
He called me tonight. I thought he was on vacation. He only had Sunday and Monday nights off. When I didn't call him at all last night, he called me at 12:30, so he had to of busted through his work for the night to call me as soon as he could. Which makes me happy. He's also sticking to the "they are done." Excuse for the weekend?? He didn't have the gas to come get me. He said it would've been pointless to call me just to say "I really wish you were here." Which is a good point. But he's made plans for this coming weekend with me. We'll see, I'm not trying to get my hopes up too high because they will just get busted up again, and I ain't tryin to kill him. {at least like that... But let's face it.. I plan on breaking him at some point.}
I'm kinda nervous. He's talking long term ("One day in the distant future we're going to just get done fuckin and I am going to...") Wait. Wha-?? I just wanna fuck a few times. Just check it out, test drive the damn car before I lease it, let alone think of buyin it. How can I be expected to be in a serious relationship right now?? Ummm... I don't know if I can do it. I don't know if I *WANT* to do it. I mean, IF there was a guy I would consider settling down with, it would be one of two guys, and he's one of them. I just don't know if I am ready for all that. If it happens, and it's comfortable, then I won't bitch about it. But I am not looking for Mr Right. I'm looking for Mr wants to bust a nut Right Now. I am having fun being the Slut. Being balls out, completely sexual. I don't know if I could do that in a relationship.
But I am not going to sweat this. I am PIMPSKITTLES! Let's just get the naked part handled a few times. We'll see where we stand then. I hope he's good. I hope he's mind numbing inexplicably GOOOOOOOD.... He already looks like a side of "LAWD HELP ME!" wrapped in a double layer of "FUCK ME!" Let's hope he fucks as good as he looks. The way he talks... he MIGHT be the only man live to have the HOPE of breaking me, and making me beg for mercy. And that, is my quest. Be broken... Beg for mercy because it's too amazing.
Okay, he's going to be calling me back. So Imma close.
*BSWK*
He called me tonight. I thought he was on vacation. He only had Sunday and Monday nights off. When I didn't call him at all last night, he called me at 12:30, so he had to of busted through his work for the night to call me as soon as he could. Which makes me happy. He's also sticking to the "they are done." Excuse for the weekend?? He didn't have the gas to come get me. He said it would've been pointless to call me just to say "I really wish you were here." Which is a good point. But he's made plans for this coming weekend with me. We'll see, I'm not trying to get my hopes up too high because they will just get busted up again, and I ain't tryin to kill him. {at least like that... But let's face it.. I plan on breaking him at some point.}
I'm kinda nervous. He's talking long term ("One day in the distant future we're going to just get done fuckin and I am going to...") Wait. Wha-?? I just wanna fuck a few times. Just check it out, test drive the damn car before I lease it, let alone think of buyin it. How can I be expected to be in a serious relationship right now?? Ummm... I don't know if I can do it. I don't know if I *WANT* to do it. I mean, IF there was a guy I would consider settling down with, it would be one of two guys, and he's one of them. I just don't know if I am ready for all that. If it happens, and it's comfortable, then I won't bitch about it. But I am not looking for Mr Right. I'm looking for Mr wants to bust a nut Right Now. I am having fun being the Slut. Being balls out, completely sexual. I don't know if I could do that in a relationship.
But I am not going to sweat this. I am PIMPSKITTLES! Let's just get the naked part handled a few times. We'll see where we stand then. I hope he's good. I hope he's mind numbing inexplicably GOOOOOOOD.... He already looks like a side of "LAWD HELP ME!" wrapped in a double layer of "FUCK ME!" Let's hope he fucks as good as he looks. The way he talks... he MIGHT be the only man live to have the HOPE of breaking me, and making me beg for mercy. And that, is my quest. Be broken... Beg for mercy because it's too amazing.
Okay, he's going to be calling me back. So Imma close.
*BSWK*
Wednesday, November 2, 2011
fuck
Skin of painted alabaster, eyes of the ocean. Swaying hips, and whetted lips. Tempting luscious curves, soft hollows, all warm to your touch. Run your hands over my body, make my breath hitch in anticipation. Press the hard plane of you against the malleable flesh of me. Fill me, complete me. Make me moan.
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You want me to describe this lust? The heaviness I feel when you are close? The shiver you send through my body from just a raised eyebrow? I can not. When I try I am slick, and swollen. The feel of your body pressed against mine is anything but chaste, even when we try so hard to fight the desire. When you whisper in my ear these deviant little things, they twist in me, they awaken things better left sleeping. The day this is consummated, the day we finally unleash this deamon, Heaven and Hell will collide, and all shall be chaos.
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A sultry sigh, a shivering thigh, a dream to touch you. Lips parted, the rush of whett, the pillaging of my wanton desire. I beg you, take me. I beg you, break me.
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Come to me, my sweet, my love, my ache. Lay your head upon my breast and lie here quietly. Let me whisper to you all the wondrous things I plan to do to you in the dark, in the night. Let me trail my nails over your skin with the slightest bite. Let me make you arch and moan, heave and beg. Come to me, my sweet, my love, my ache.
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You want me to describe this lust? The heaviness I feel when you are close? The shiver you send through my body from just a raised eyebrow? I can not. When I try I am slick, and swollen. The feel of your body pressed against mine is anything but chaste, even when we try so hard to fight the desire. When you whisper in my ear these deviant little things, they twist in me, they awaken things better left sleeping. The day this is consummated, the day we finally unleash this deamon, Heaven and Hell will collide, and all shall be chaos.
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A sultry sigh, a shivering thigh, a dream to touch you. Lips parted, the rush of whett, the pillaging of my wanton desire. I beg you, take me. I beg you, break me.
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Come to me, my sweet, my love, my ache. Lay your head upon my breast and lie here quietly. Let me whisper to you all the wondrous things I plan to do to you in the dark, in the night. Let me trail my nails over your skin with the slightest bite. Let me make you arch and moan, heave and beg. Come to me, my sweet, my love, my ache.
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Rampant
I've thought about this tonight... What goes through my mind when I am about to get laid... this is what's going on in the brain of Slut when there are hands and mouths everywhere and the moments leading up to it....
Okay, is this going to happen or what?? It better be good, that's all I got to say... Oh Oh Oh I think he's makin his move!! Oh- well I guess not. Do my tits look good? ::look down, and adjust them out more so they are more obvious:: Imma lean forward a bit too, doe eye him a little bit. Maybe he'll get it then!! Yup.. Houston we have lift off!! Oh wow... he's pretty good at this kissing thing... In three, two, one... ARCH AND MOAN. Perfect, his hands are moving now... touch--yeah... that's what mami likes... Mouth lower, lower, lower... yeah you better spend some time with the girls mmmmmmhhhmmmmmmm... Wait. Where did my shirt go for you to get them? WHEN did my shirt go--- Ahhh fuck who cares? You are working that mouth pretty good. Here, put your hands here, pants gone to?? Shit I am naked. I didn't realize there was this much light in this room. Too fucking late now. Dammit.Shit.Fuck.Sonuvabitch. Please let him be just too damn turned on to notice that I'm better in clothes. HOLY FUCK ME!!! I don't even care as long as he doesn't stop with that tongue!! Oh Jesus!! NOW NOW NOW NOW NOW NOW NOW Stop what you are doing and fuck me til I die! NOW NOW NOW NOW NOW NOW AAAAAAHHHHHHHHH YES!! Deeperharderfastermore!!!!
That's it. Now, I am not saying it's the same every time. But that's the general gist of it.
Am I alone?
*BSWK*
Okay, is this going to happen or what?? It better be good, that's all I got to say... Oh Oh Oh I think he's makin his move!! Oh- well I guess not. Do my tits look good? ::look down, and adjust them out more so they are more obvious:: Imma lean forward a bit too, doe eye him a little bit. Maybe he'll get it then!! Yup.. Houston we have lift off!! Oh wow... he's pretty good at this kissing thing... In three, two, one... ARCH AND MOAN. Perfect, his hands are moving now... touch--yeah... that's what mami likes... Mouth lower, lower, lower... yeah you better spend some time with the girls mmmmmmhhhmmmmmmm... Wait. Where did my shirt go for you to get them? WHEN did my shirt go--- Ahhh fuck who cares? You are working that mouth pretty good. Here, put your hands here, pants gone to?? Shit I am naked. I didn't realize there was this much light in this room. Too fucking late now. Dammit.Shit.Fuck.Sonuvabitch. Please let him be just too damn turned on to notice that I'm better in clothes. HOLY FUCK ME!!! I don't even care as long as he doesn't stop with that tongue!! Oh Jesus!! NOW NOW NOW NOW NOW NOW NOW Stop what you are doing and fuck me til I die! NOW NOW NOW NOW NOW NOW AAAAAAHHHHHHHHH YES!! Deeperharderfastermore!!!!
That's it. Now, I am not saying it's the same every time. But that's the general gist of it.
Am I alone?
*BSWK*
Tuesday, November 1, 2011
That feeling in my gut
I hate it. Everyone feels it different. To me it's like a sack of pythons squiggling around in that low part of my belly. Right above and behind my pubic bone. If it feels like that to you, you know what the hell I am talking about. I need laid. Badly. Now, I know damn good and well, that I could get fucked six ways to Sunday. -But- I'm not into the guys who wanna bang it out right now. The FEW that I would let them have full access to the goodies, just don't seem to WANT the full access. Which is a bit rough on the ego. I guess it's just whatever.
All I know is that sexual frustration is the worst physical feeling. It's actually pain for me. Literal.Pain. Now, I am not one of those girls who plays coy like I never masturbate. I rub 'em out more than any guy I know. Even when I am being dicked on the regular, I masturbate like it's my job. But it's getting to the point where it's only lessening the ache for a few minutes, then it grows and swallows me back up.
WHY CAN'T I GET LAID??? Why does life fucking suck?? I am going to go lock myself in the bathroom for a few minutes.
*BSWK*
All I know is that sexual frustration is the worst physical feeling. It's actually pain for me. Literal.Pain. Now, I am not one of those girls who plays coy like I never masturbate. I rub 'em out more than any guy I know. Even when I am being dicked on the regular, I masturbate like it's my job. But it's getting to the point where it's only lessening the ache for a few minutes, then it grows and swallows me back up.
WHY CAN'T I GET LAID??? Why does life fucking suck?? I am going to go lock myself in the bathroom for a few minutes.
*BSWK*
Adulation for the Lucid
I am not stupid. I know I come off as a little brain dead sometimes, but I always know the score, even when I try to ignore the game. Attempt to ignore the game is what I have been trying desperately to do. It's not working. I am failing miserably. It hurts, a little, but mostly it pisses me off. I know better than this shit. Did I see it coming? Yes. Did I know it was going to be right here pissed and irritated? Yes. Did I do one God damn thing to stop it? Nope. Not one damn thing. It's that stupid girl part of my brain. Hold onto fairytales, believe in love, unicorns shit butterflies and dicks taste like skittles. Fuck that. I hate that I have that little, bubbly, pink ribbon in her hair, BITCH in my head, encouraging me to go all out, put myself out there... SOMEONE will catch me. Lies. The bitch lies.
Thursday night, I called THE Boy. He informs me that not only did him and his girl split, but he wants to do something with me over the weekend. Can you hear the excitement in the typing? I thought I was going to DIE!! No bullshit, we weren't pullin punches. We've already discussed how if we were alone in a social setting, our actions wouldn't fall on the permissible end of things... Seeings how he was engaged and we were 'just friends.' I was geeked. We both knew damn good and well what was being thrown out there. After 17 years, we were going to put the other to the test... See who was going to cry for mercy first. He made sure he had my phone number again, and said he'd call me over the weekend. We bullshitted for some time, and he told me he was going on vacation for this week.
Now, I have never been the type of girl to sit by the phone for a guy. FUCK THAT! I like having messages. It makes a bitch feel important when she's got messages. Even when I had a cell phone (which I do not have, they get me in trouble) I would ignore calls on purpose so I had messages. So, sit by the phone isn't my thing. But I really didn't leave the house at all.. I didn't have plans or anything... Just sat here and did my thing. ALL WEEKEND. It's now Tuesday morning and I *still* haven't heard from him. These are the reasons I can come up with:
1.) Aliens have abducted him. He's in some parallel universe trying to find his way back to the here and now.
2.) He lost the piece of paper he had my number written on. (He also does not have a cell phone... also gets him in trouble.) He's spent the last few nights driving around town yelling "MARCO!!" on every block.
3.) I am not as cute/funny/sweet/fuckable as I thought. If this is true, he's the type of guy who wouldn't hurt me and tell me that's what it is, so he just pacifies me.
4.) He could also just be using it as an ego boost. Because let's face it.... If someone is fawning all over you, in that non-threatening I'm-not-a-crazy-stalker way, it boosts an ego.
5.) They got back together. An absolute possibility. But this one is more of one....
6.) They never broke up in the first place.**
I don't know if I completely buy that they split up in the first place. Call it, women's intu- no it's better than that... it's my Pimpsenses tingling. It feels like a half truth. Which is a strong game. You don't all out lie, you just twist the truth a bit. Most chicks buy half truths. They FEEL honest enough. Guys buy them because they think they are too damn awesome for a lil ole girl to get one over on them.
Since I have a pretty strong game myself, I smell it coming. Unless I don't want to. Ever since THE Boy found me in January I've debated game or truth?? I have to say, to keep me guessing, is some good fucking game. I don't WANT to believe it's all game. I want him to be honest with me completely... I'm a big girl, I can deal. But there's something OFF about the whole thing, and I think it's cause it's game.
Don't get things twisted. I am not devastated that it's game. Shit! If he thought he needed to run game, I feel a fuck ton of amazingsauce. I'd've fucked him without it tho. Honesty, people, honesty. MOST guys in my life know exactly how I feel about them. If I wanna fuck them, if I am cool with hanging out with them, if they are a friend, if they are a best friend, whatever. I'm completely honest with most of them. (No, not every single one of them, because you can't TELL someone you are runnin their ass... DUH!)
I guess I am just floating. Not banking on him calling me this week, and still up in the air about if I am going to call him at work next week. That's only fair right?? He ignored me... I can ignore him. But if he calls... I am fucking him like he's the last lay I will ever have. Once I am done with him, he's going to CRAVE me. That's what he deserves for this. ;)
*BSWK*
Thursday night, I called THE Boy. He informs me that not only did him and his girl split, but he wants to do something with me over the weekend. Can you hear the excitement in the typing? I thought I was going to DIE!! No bullshit, we weren't pullin punches. We've already discussed how if we were alone in a social setting, our actions wouldn't fall on the permissible end of things... Seeings how he was engaged and we were 'just friends.' I was geeked. We both knew damn good and well what was being thrown out there. After 17 years, we were going to put the other to the test... See who was going to cry for mercy first. He made sure he had my phone number again, and said he'd call me over the weekend. We bullshitted for some time, and he told me he was going on vacation for this week.
Now, I have never been the type of girl to sit by the phone for a guy. FUCK THAT! I like having messages. It makes a bitch feel important when she's got messages. Even when I had a cell phone (which I do not have, they get me in trouble) I would ignore calls on purpose so I had messages. So, sit by the phone isn't my thing. But I really didn't leave the house at all.. I didn't have plans or anything... Just sat here and did my thing. ALL WEEKEND. It's now Tuesday morning and I *still* haven't heard from him. These are the reasons I can come up with:
1.) Aliens have abducted him. He's in some parallel universe trying to find his way back to the here and now.
2.) He lost the piece of paper he had my number written on. (He also does not have a cell phone... also gets him in trouble.) He's spent the last few nights driving around town yelling "MARCO!!" on every block.
3.) I am not as cute/funny/sweet/fuckable as I thought. If this is true, he's the type of guy who wouldn't hurt me and tell me that's what it is, so he just pacifies me.
4.) He could also just be using it as an ego boost. Because let's face it.... If someone is fawning all over you, in that non-threatening I'm-not-a-crazy-stalker way, it boosts an ego.
5.) They got back together. An absolute possibility. But this one is more of one....
6.) They never broke up in the first place.**
I don't know if I completely buy that they split up in the first place. Call it, women's intu- no it's better than that... it's my Pimpsenses tingling. It feels like a half truth. Which is a strong game. You don't all out lie, you just twist the truth a bit. Most chicks buy half truths. They FEEL honest enough. Guys buy them because they think they are too damn awesome for a lil ole girl to get one over on them.
Since I have a pretty strong game myself, I smell it coming. Unless I don't want to. Ever since THE Boy found me in January I've debated game or truth?? I have to say, to keep me guessing, is some good fucking game. I don't WANT to believe it's all game. I want him to be honest with me completely... I'm a big girl, I can deal. But there's something OFF about the whole thing, and I think it's cause it's game.
Don't get things twisted. I am not devastated that it's game. Shit! If he thought he needed to run game, I feel a fuck ton of amazingsauce. I'd've fucked him without it tho. Honesty, people, honesty. MOST guys in my life know exactly how I feel about them. If I wanna fuck them, if I am cool with hanging out with them, if they are a friend, if they are a best friend, whatever. I'm completely honest with most of them. (No, not every single one of them, because you can't TELL someone you are runnin their ass... DUH!)
I guess I am just floating. Not banking on him calling me this week, and still up in the air about if I am going to call him at work next week. That's only fair right?? He ignored me... I can ignore him. But if he calls... I am fucking him like he's the last lay I will ever have. Once I am done with him, he's going to CRAVE me. That's what he deserves for this. ;)
*BSWK*
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