July 5th, 2008
I was lost in my mind, awash in irritation and drunk. My consciousness was seized by what we might be, what we might be becoming. All of the obscure signs and misinterpreted messages and internal fears raged on my thoughts. In the fever of my mind, I didn't want to be close; I didn't want to be touched, but I needed it. I needed him to put his hands on me and make us ok, make me ok.
He buried himself between my legs, licking me in drunken expertise, yet I barely felt it. I writhed in confusion rather than pleasure. I moaned out of habit with my broken mind reeling.
But then he climbed my body. He pressed down on the length of me, entreating every nerve. He kissed me so sweetly, tasting of me. My mind melted away as sex replaced my angst.
It was a blur of sex, a drunken haze of sex. My mind, fallen silent, fixated only on the feeling of him inside me. I struggled to be more quiet, constricted by the shared condo. We moved to our sides, and I begged him please until he was cumming all over my bare skin.
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I like the new profile pic! You've used the same one the entire time I've been blogging, so it's kind of exciting to see a switch! :)
Sometimes doing things out of habit sucks, huh?
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