לפני 14 שנים. 8 בנובמבר 2010 בשעה 2:11
המבורכת (האקסית) המטורפת שבכלל לא היתה יהודיה ובכלל לא היתה לסבית ובכלל לא היתה אמיתית יצאה מהחיים שלי.
אמא פה בביקור ושלחתי אותה לבונדיי. היה כיף כשהיא היתה בביקור אבל רציתי לדעת שהיא הולכת ושהבית הולך להיות שלי. להרגיש נוח בבית שלי ולא להרגיש כאילו שהבית שלי הוא שלה. אבל לא חשוב.
וג'ורג'... אחחח ג'ורג'... אני מאוד נהנית להיות עם ג'ורג'.
היא כותבת עלי. ואני קוראת ומרגישה כאילו שאני מסתכלת על בלוג מהכלוב וחושבת לעצמי, וואו איזה כיף לבחורות האלו, אני צריכה להזכיר לעצמי, רגע, היא כותבת עלייך! זו את בבלוג ההוא!
ג'ורג' הסכימה שאני אכתוב על הפעם הראשונה שהיא זיינה בחורה. באמת שזה סיפור מעולה אבל בגלל שאין לי זמן או כוחות, אני שולחת לכולם לינק למה שהיא כתבה עלי. משובח. האגו נפוח כרגע ברמות שלא ניתן לתאר. אבל זה טוב לאגו. הרבה שנים הוא היה חבוט וערום, מגיע לו שיתנפח קצת ויתמלא חשיבות עצמית וביטחון. 😄
George's dirty little mark -
"You arrive at my door. Pleasantries are forgotten.
You grab my ass and shove me against the wall. I'm kissing you, opening my mouth to you, exposing my neck. You lift me as if I'm weightless, my back cold against the wallpaper. You support my ass with your big hands - no, with one of your big hands. The other snakes around, rubbing the side of my tit, stroking my neck, then roughly guiding my hungry mouth to yours.
You taste like spring. Fresh and alive with the passion of new growth, new beginnings, new shoots like little green tendrils rising from barren ground toward a brighter day. And what a desolate place you have travelled from. A desert you have walked, the oasis and water that sustained you was but a mirage.
You are weary with starvation and are still bewildered by that fucking mirage - the promised land that alluded you. You don't trust yourself but new life will always find a way. There is desperation in your kisses that I meet equally with my own despair.
Your tongue fills my mouth. I imagine it’s your cock. The thought no sooner enters my head and you tell me to suck your tongue as if it is your big hard dick (and of course you have a big dick - look at your hands). My head spins. My legs are wrapped tightly around your hips. I'm using my foot to feel your glorious ass. I want 6 hands and 10 mouths and I want to serve you, to fill you up, to quench your terrible thirst, to open my home to you the weary traveller but I forget myself and open my chest, my soul hole, instead.
come inside me.
Curl up inside my body, rest awhile. Feel my passion my fire, charge you, ignite your desires, inspire you to reach out and take what has always been yours to take. A beautiful life. Peace. Family. Love. Passion. Calm. Security. Whatever you want.
My body is burning, my brain spinning, your fingers are inside me and I am being so exquisitely fucked against this wall. Never have I been so consumed with lust. I can't see. Your face blurs in front of mine. Unrecognisable, but I can smell your breath, sweet like cut grass. You bury your face in my neck. Your breath is now heavy in my ear. Your own lust is palpable. You need more of me, you are no longer satisfied with your fingers inside me and my panties are bothering you. You groan loudly and carry me to my room. You let me fall back into the deceptive security of my own bed. White sheets. Always white sheets. I want white sheets covered in my bodily fluids in your cum in our sweat in our blood.
Suddenly your movements aren't slow anymore. They are always intense and I feel your energy from 20 paces anyway but something in you is now suddenly free. Unleashed now. You roughly flip me over and grab my jeans by the ankles and tear me free from the denim. I gush. My quest to cover my bed with our filth has begun. From the look in your eye I know it will be easy.
One hand cupping my cunt, your fingers lightly dancing, teasing. You push your thumb in my asshole like it’s yours. I feel a rush of shame as I move back against your hand.
I know then I'm in big trouble. I'm glad that you don't see the flicker of fear in my eyes.
Pow.
Your slap smarts. Your big heavy hand warms my ass cheek, one then the other. I'm on four and your whacks make my body rock forward. I try and stiffen against your blows, be a good girl and keep my ass in the air and my pussy dripping wet for you, but you are heavy handed and it hurts so much I want to wriggle away. But I don't. You told me the safe word is enough but I haven't had enough. One shove and your fist is inside me. God. I gasp. I haven't been filled like this for so long. My skin is stinging singing red and hot. Your fingers leave white streaks against swollen pink. Then suddenly I'm pouring myself out shamelessly all over your wrist and down your arm. You have never seen or felt a girl ejaculate before and for a moment you drop your fierce facade and look at me in wonder.
Then it's back. I can see you struggling for control and gaining, winning. You have a strength of character that overcomes all, your moral compass firmly set in whatever direction you choose. Because you can change. Because you aren't afraid to question yourself. Because you are unfettered by the usual bonds that restrain everyday people. Because you are in constant dialogue with yourself, sometimes scattered, sometimes analytical, always searching.
You made it perfectly clear that you weren't going to eat me. That was part of our contract. I was your little fuck doll and you would give me glorious orgasms in return, but not with your mouth. But I cheated. Your mouth is on mine and I pretend your tongue is darting over the lips of my cunt. It's not a difficult stretch of the imagination when the tip of my tongue becomes my clit. I'm wetter, if that is possible, and your kisses on my mouth rock my cunt into orgasm.
I want to be stripped bare, and I want you to come with me.
