She asked to be slapped and she screamed and slapped back and said she likes to create conflict. The bite marks on her shoulder were deep so deep. A bruise like a butterfly wing. Everything fit perfectly : tongue and tit : ass and spank : hand and throat.
Her boyfriend, though. This was her way out, no chance for try again, the way to make him lift instead of her and whythefucknot and she said if she was someone else she would hate her for what she was doing. Some people need the other person to be strong and that is okay.
She confessed: aimlessly walking around the city is the only time she does not feel crazy and she said she cannot tell if that laugh is with or at. She poked the magnet on the fridge that said I <3 PORN and asked if that was true and what kind : resounding yes : orgies : and she said she liked gangbang porn but would never want to be gangbanged : yeah right : and she said she is actually pretty conservative but what she really meant to say was afraid.
She sat in a white leather chair, nothing but yellow panties on, hugged her knees and cried and it is possible there has never been anything more beautiful.
No sleep : today was hard : it is chilly and gray but this needed to be written or forgotten and a stuffed animal is stuck in a tree and the three-tiered fountain in the square is flowing, ringed in flowers, white and pink.
~O~
: EVERY MOMENT IS LOVELY, YES :
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I'm crying a lot because of this post. I relate too much.
Fuck your beautiful prose for doing this to me on a delicate day.
(with love)
K, I am sorry I made you cry. I kiss your cheek in a non-creepy way :-*
(with love back)
Yeah this is really good.
No, YOU are really good, kind sir.
she seems nice. yellow panties on white chair is nice. you are nice.
nice. a good way to start a friday. godmothafuckinblessyou
Swine, it is Friday all day long and when I have my first beer, which might be before noon, I will make a toast to rainbow afro wigs.
the stuffed animal in the tree. you know what punch to pull create a fist of brick from the lightest weight. crafty sir.
Thanks, gamefaced. I wrote that part just for you. I kiss your cheek in a non-creepy way.
love it!
All I need is love :)
What it always seems the weak and afraid need is the generous and strong to carry them through it.
Do the needs of the latter matter to the former, or even occur to them?
I know nothing about these things.
But I always read every word, Otto. And then pause, go back and read every word again.
Tom, excellent question about the needs of the latter. As always, thanks for the close read.
Thank you, Brittany. I will bring you back to life one day, too. I promise.
Otto,
Now I understand why I have ranked you above hospice on my list of terminal care options.
Tom, you are a wise man ;-)
Beautifulish.
Thank you, Chick. I want to put pink and white flowers in your hair.
The white chair reminds me of a Lady Gaga vid.
For like seriously.
Who is Lady Gaga? Does she like it rough?
All my toes are crazy toes
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