What the fuck did I do?

Posts archive for: March, 2008

So no pressure then

by sexymf ^Pro @ Sunday, Mar. 30, 2008 – 16:49:51

I think I can write.
I think I can write funny.
I think I can write articulate energy.

I think I write lightweight, throwaway, flotsam,
I think I can write intuitively, acrobatically, with verve.
Sometimes I'm witty.
Sometimes inventive.
Sometimes manic
Occasionally thoughtful.

My mind flits like a magpie from shiny object to shiny object.
One for sorrow two for joy
Three for the girl and all for the boy.

I like my surreal, illogical leaps from literary stone to lyrical rock
From comedic land to artful sea.

But I don't think I can write sex
Even though I write a lot of sex.
She does it so much better.
Passion. Beauty. Erotic. Arousal.
To be inside her mind is a joy.
I am in awe.

But occasionally I must hit the mark; I can't be as clumsy as I believe.
Otherwise how could I have impressed her? The words must convey me better than I think.
My limited sexual thesaurus must carry the truth nonetheless
Since those words so inspire her to such heights.
And praise from Bardot is praise indeed.

The next physical chapter awaits.
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Shopping for boys

by sexymf ^Pro @ Tuesday, Mar. 25, 2008 – 12:39:50

That could be misinterpreted...I'm not shopping for boys, I'm going shopping for this boy!

Things are needed. New things. I have some things that are loooking decidedly old and renewal is required. Shoes for starters. But other stuff too. Got to make the right impression. All the fine words in the world can be forgotten by a "doesn't look like he bothered" look. Sometimes I get out of the habit, shopping that is, and when I go back out there I don't know where to start. I do like clothes and I do like clothes shopping, both for me and for her indoors. Not that I'm a clothes horse. And I don't respect label fascism. I will confess that I really cannot see the point of a DKNY white t-shirt for £90 when H&M sell the same thing for £3.99. That's for people with more money than sense. Whereas I saw this awesome pair of Paul Smith shoes the other weeek for £120, that look unlike any pair for less than that (they didn't have my size....curses!). I think I may be developing a shoe fetish. I keep commenting on people's (mainly women, but not exclusively) shoes.

Rest assured though, what I wear for all to see, and for a select few to see, matters.

Do you know, I have no idea why I wrote any of this, and reading it back I thought of deleting it and then decided, this is me, even if it's a bit boring (like the header says!).
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Great Expectations

by sexymf ^Pro @ Saturday, Mar. 22, 2008 – 10:45:11

I've come over all Dickens. It's Our Mutual Friend what done it! Lord knows why though, because I'm not a fan. I was traumatised as a child by the one at the head and never recovered. Although I will concede that the TV Bleak House was genius.

But what of expectations? Stations, hotels, dinner, bed and breakfast! In our heads we imagine scenarios. Hers is Brief Encounter, all steam and noise on a black and white platform. Mine is Out Of Sight, quiet corner of a bar, mind if I join you, whilst undressing before a bed. I'd choose Clooney and Lopez over Howard and Johnson anyday. All that repressed Englishness; can't abide it. Bardot is more my cup of cafe noir. I say that, but I've never actually seen Bardot (real or fantasised, but that's soon to be rectified). Seen Huppert, Adjani, Deneuve, Binoche, Beart and of course Beatrice "Betty Blue" Dalle (who was only toppled from Number 1 by Bellucci, who's is Italian not French...there's a lot of "B's" in this...is that a sign?).

But I digress. As always. It's a trait. A defining trait perhaps. Irritates and amuses in equal measure I suspect. Symptomatic of a magpie brain. See, I'm doing it again.

But beginnings are easy to dream and to shape. Its Chapter 2 that's the problem. But the way I see it, I can't (co-)author Chapter 2 until I've drunk every last dreg of the first. What's next? Who knows? Who cares? I might get hit by a bus (unlikely I know, but more likely than say, a satellite). She might hate my comb-over, my halitosis, my rotting teeth. You can only turn a blind eye for so long, after all. Or she may find me less than entertaining without a keyboard. We're not here for plans, we're here for the moment. And if there are further moments then they'll be further moments. In the meantime hold my hand, let's skip down the corridor and open the door to the moment, the escape, the fantasy made real, the island of delicious longing safe from the outside world.

Oh and it's Chuzzlewit!
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Distracted

by sexymf ^Pro @ Wednesday, Mar. 19, 2008 – 15:54:35

I sit here at my Dell workstation, beavering away at a terminally dull report, and all the time images of future debauchery swirl around my head. It is so difficult to ensure my face and body langauge say "serious thinking going on here" when my brain and nerves are swimming in a pool of nudity, rough sex, frantic kisses and screaming orgasms.

Should have a big neon sign above my head that says, "Very naughty boy at work". But I'm being good, staying focussed and not slipping out for a skinny latte to release the pressure; I'm holding out for my very own Belle de Jour (Deneuve not Piper) with a touch of Bardot.
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Jigsaw Falling into Place

by sexymf ^Pro @ Tuesday, Mar. 18, 2008 – 16:20:13

Just as you take my hand
Just as you write my number down
Just as the drinks arrive
Just as they play your favourite song

It's all in the fine detail. Perfect moments can't be relied upon to happen. Sometimes a little planning goes a long way. Bit by bit, inch by inch, I've been laying the ground, honing the story, tailoring the seams, engineering the people to ensure they decide what they were meant to decide. Sometimes, I amaze myself at my ability to fashion a perfect me-shaped space to climb through and disappear off the map. I get my jigsaw out and cut a nuanced shape that fits tight around my outline. It's like one of those optical illusions: is it a white vase or two silhouetted faces in profile? You see what I want you to see.

And now I wait.

In the bar. Mine's a bourbon and ice I think. Good journey? Do you want to use the room and meet me back here for dinner? Or will your hunger be sated in other ways. Good things come to those who wait. Let's wait a little longer. Revel in the anticipation. Because it will happen now.

I get so little time to myself. And when I do no words appear. But she's never far from my thoughts. To share the same space. Finally. To see and hear. And touch. Feel her breath upon my face. Her lips brushing mine. Her tongue teasing. Two can play at that game, Bardot.

The jointly written tale awaits a finale, a climax. Will it be written now or in 23 days?
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Coming soon

by sexymf ^Pro @ Saturday, Mar. 15, 2008 – 18:16:21

The ache will be soothed.
The yearning will be fulfilled.
The moment will come.

The sex will be rough.
The welcome will be gentle.
Time will blur and senses will merge.

Heartbeats in rhythm
Bodies in motion
Hard and soft. Hot and dripping.
Travelling north, then going south.

A long awaited time with a long foreseen moment that hoves into view for all and two to see.

That first glimpse
That first touch, kiss, embrace
Naked beneath all our clothes, then naked beneath all ourselves
Inside you at last

The wait is almost over
Something that began will start

And a story will emerge, a shared history will be created and an intimacy will be born from moans and groans, groins and grinding, pain and pleasure.

God I might burst between now and then!
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I am sooo innocent!

by sexymf ^Pro @ Saturday, Mar. 15, 2008 – 18:03:37

Yesterday, I heard Rachel Stevens (you know the sweet one from S Club) singing I Said Never Again (But Here We Are). I've heard this quite a few times, but it was only last week when I thought, "is this about anal sex"?

"Oh, I let you in my back door" she sings playfully.

If yes, then the whole song is a paean to anal. Wow, and I thought Pictures of Lily was naughty when I was 12?!?

What is the world coming to?
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I need I want I wish

by sexymf ^Pro @ Wednesday, Mar. 05, 2008 – 16:24:12

I've not felt flesh upon flesh for weeks now.

I've not held a smooth, soft naked body close to mine.

I've not been kissed with tongues for too long. Those playful nibbles and licks, and the giggles that follow. I miss those.

Not felt the firm bosom beneath lace and silk. Not touched the wet satin between thighs.

The slow dance of the undressing that culminates in love making or the frantic ripping that presages the frantic fuck.

I've not cum inside another. Not felt the moist, warmth of parting lips as I slide inside. The confident grip around my cock, enveloping me, stimulating me, goading me to ecstasy.

It's been far too long since a kneeling figure eagerly devoured me, refusing all plaintive moans to stop, took my cum in her mouth over her lips and on her face.

When did I last taste the pussy, the cunt, the sex of a woman, a real woman, one who offers herself up and lets herself go and breathlessly cums to the tune of my dancing tongue?

All too long ago.

I need to be wanted. I want to be needed. I wish for mutual desire, intertwining bodies, a joining of minds.

Soon.
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