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Things around me are getting bizarre. Creepy crawling shadows, whispers in our peerless hallway, hallowed mattresses as if someone was trying to lay or sit down beside me, so like twilight zone bizarre episodes reruns.
Tini-nining-tini-nining.
Next time shrill screams?
At one time, I dreamt about a guy couldn’t exactly describe his face being a swirl of flesh blur.
[Not like “the ring” blur, more like flesh paint bored artist don’t know how to paint a face blur.]
This solitary figure was standing still inside the corner of my mint green washed room wearing a yellow polo shirt, couldn’t tell if his wearing slacks or jeans, I think he got no shoes, sandals or sleepers, just standing barefooted. His hair was slap on the sides, worn short and neat, looking ordinary enough with his tall slender frame.
I was sort of the audience on my own dream, just standing there as well staring at him and my sleeping form, back and forth, looking at myself in deep sleep.
[It creeps me out how I lay there completely unmoving I well, look dead. May be I was, but I my dream gave me the feeling I was just in one of those dreamless slumber.]
-goosebumps-
I didn’t try to move or protest when he started to cover the short distance from his corner to my bed just to sit next to the sleeping me. All I felt were slight panic and slightly disturbed of seeing him again???
This is the perhaps the second or third time that I dreamt of a man in my room.
All three was more like creepy than kinky.
This entry reminds of the “psycho” movie. Never was a big fan.
Creeps me out.
[mental note to self: start writing dream entries.]
“I was in love with the way he smiled. Truthfully, I wasn't that far off falling in love with him. The way I felt was so ridiculously stupid it was almost unbelievable. I never fell in love. I was never the first to say 'I love you'. I was always the partner who was dominant in the relationship, who didn't like to give away too many of their feelings, and preferred to maintain some sort of 'image' and yet there I was, rolling over and showing my belly, falling in love with someone who wasn't interested in a relationship, and repeatedly humiliating myself.”
~Taken from: Princess Max - Brett & Micheal
For some sick reason, this paragraph makes me think of G and her relationship with her best friend.
G being the more passive between the two.
I could only laugh at myself when I remember about what we had before, the good, the bad, all in past tense. Stings.
How I practically beg for time, nothing ever matters just as long as I can satisfy my id. Alone time with her, never wanted to share her to anyone else. Selfish course so thickly in my veins, it pulsates bloody Mary don’t touch my bitch, she’s my personal property, so fuck off. Har.
[I could only hope, I was more the bottom, kinda like I was the willing non dominant player, playing the perfect role of the bitch.]
Although I was 2 years older, she had been more mature, treating me carefully.
Shit. I need to fucking move on.
More qoute and end qoute from same story, same author.
Enjoy tigers,
“When I finished, Terry glanced over at me. ‘Mikey? Why did you let him fuck you bareback?’
‘I don’t know,’ I admitted. ‘It just seemed…right.’
‘It won’t seem so right when you’re thirty years old and taking more drugs than you can poke a stick at. It won’t seem so right when you have diarrhoea, or can’t sleep, or have trouble staying hard.’
‘I’m sorry.’
‘Don’t be. And quit being so annoyingly passive. That’s always bugged me about you; unless you’re angry, you just pretend to agree with everyone. If you think I’m being a cunt, tell me. But stop this ‘okay’, ‘sorry’, business, or Brett’s going to walk all over you. Nice as he is, he’ll become a ‘complete bastard’,’ Terry gesticulated, as though quoting someone. ‘If he thinks he’s able to tell you what to do.’
‘Oh, so I shouldn’t have agreed to wait for him to come home from work tomorrow?’ I asked lightly. Fuck, how had I been so stupid as to not lie and include a condom?
‘No, that was up to you,’ Terry replied irritably. ‘For Christ’s sakes, can’t you tell the difference between agreeing to something, and allowing someone to walk all over you?’
‘Obviously not,’ I replied peevishly. ‘You told me he’d walk all over me, now you’re telling me to agree with him if I want to. What the fuck do I know?’”
can I just steal Terry’s lines from here???
-a little peeved-
Coz there are more times that I’m like Mikey there, too passive.
[[ ALWAYS & ONLY PRACTICE SAFE SEX.
USE FUCKING PROTECTION. ]]
Full version of the story can be found at fictionpress.com
Leave reviews people if you decided to read it.
Princess max:
Victor, my love
Brett & Micheal
[all 5 stars, more than qualifies for slash readers choice. If you’re into this kind of stuff.]
I suggest you read “Victor, my love” first, it’s sort of the prologue of “Brett & Micheal”.
The stories deals a lot of realistic issues, I highly recommended you read all of hers.