Nowhere, somewhere else....
Went over some loose papers last night...various ramblings from '95 to '99 when I was working crappy temp jobs and writing shit down on anything to escape the data entry hell I was experiencing. Sure, most of it was god awful, but this one struck my eye...not overly bad
He thinks her his girlfriend
As he slides his arm around her body
Brushing lightly against her breasts
And nibbling at her neck
Attempting to convince her into the mood
His fingers dance about playfully
He thinks her his centerfold
As he deft removes her bra
Striking at the liberated areas with nervous excitement
Closing his eyes, her image fades
And for the moment she is replaced
By a thousand ideal visions
He thinks her his dominatrix
As he dips his head lower
Letting his hair cascade
Onto her stomach
Dragging it behind as his tongue slides further
He smiles briefly as she tenses
He thinks her his first
When he sees her fully exposed
It's the same feeling as his fingers nimbly move about
Through thickly matted hair
Prying open those lips
Like his first timid attempt long ago
He thinks her his whore
As he pushes into her
And she stiffens
And whimpers
And moans
He rides hard and takes a cruel delight in it
He thinks...
When he climaxes
And falls
Skin moist
Breath heaving
Happy just to survive
Not my usual subject....
He thinks her his girlfriend
As he slides his arm around her body
Brushing lightly against her breasts
And nibbling at her neck
Attempting to convince her into the mood
His fingers dance about playfully
He thinks her his centerfold
As he deft removes her bra
Striking at the liberated areas with nervous excitement
Closing his eyes, her image fades
And for the moment she is replaced
By a thousand ideal visions
He thinks her his dominatrix
As he dips his head lower
Letting his hair cascade
Onto her stomach
Dragging it behind as his tongue slides further
He smiles briefly as she tenses
He thinks her his first
When he sees her fully exposed
It's the same feeling as his fingers nimbly move about
Through thickly matted hair
Prying open those lips
Like his first timid attempt long ago
He thinks her his whore
As he pushes into her
And she stiffens
And whimpers
And moans
He rides hard and takes a cruel delight in it
He thinks...
When he climaxes
And falls
Skin moist
Breath heaving
Happy just to survive
Not my usual subject....