u/Perfect-knot

Except when they don't.

Press 1] cry like a little girl

Press 2] cry even harder like a little girl

Press 3] cry more like a little girl than an actual little Girl

Press 4] engage in general messy ugly cry

Press 5] stoic unsatisfying single tear cry

Press 6] continue to hold it in until you explode in fury

I'm sorry, I did not understand your answer

let me go over our menu options again....

I want to be grateful for this. Im out of underwear . But find an annoyed feeling of an Easy Access thwart as I go walking along in the dark wooded trail.

One of these days he is going to be there along the way. Waiting. And when I stop to adjust my bra he will step up behind me, wrapping one of his beautiful forearms around my body and breathing softly against my neck he whispers

"There you are... "

Naturally ive dropped my flashlight. Only the darkness sees us now.

Laying there, scrunched too tight together in the stagnant midday heat, I found myself restless yet too contented to Desire any sort of change. Hunger. Thirst. No matter. Just one thing. To tell him this:

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Let your body speak for your Heart to me of all the things it feels. Your tongue is unable to translate these complexities.

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Push them into me. Rain deep upon my plains and saturate the thirsty soil. Release yoir downpour of all the discomfort you hold. Dark clouds of grief , pain, sadness , frustration... give them to me with your touch.

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Push it into to me. Cut new rivers. Valleys and shift my geography.

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I will soak them in. Feel them.

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Understand you.

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But my tongue wont speak it. I want the cataclysm of his soul. Torrential floods. Every dark cloud he has been burdened with rung out into me until his release feels as if the sky has lightened, thunder passing along, and the buds of flowers reaching up to the warmth with joy-ready petals and thankful spirit.

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I cant say it.

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Ground remains dry. Dusty. Burning. Thirsty.

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Hungry for life.

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Yet , still barren.

Just a whole bunch of factory cast off glistening glass eyes suspended in a hardened, inedible translucent gelatin.

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This was a surprise.

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We wanted creampie.

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Not misfit watchful eye pie spies.

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I surmise your pie does imply some message ...

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But for now my appetite is awry.

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Please stop selling this.

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Its wildly misidentified.

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Europa, stand back.

Ive been afflicted with the need to make love to an old fashion rickety roller coaster.

He calls to me in my dreams.

Im frothing with desire for those beams of sturdy wood and the seaside air attraction.

I want to ride him, but not like the tourists do.

Oh my wooden masterpiece,

TAKE ME ! TAKE ME! TAKE ME!!!

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Meanwhile, bankruptcy occurred while getting enough lube.

I get bored of repeating commands to my dog, but good manners matter. For this reason she has learned a number of alternative suggestions that result in "sit" or "lay down" for treats and yummies.

Examples :

"What do good dogs do?" (Default for sit)

"What does an over achieving teacher's pet do? "

" she wants to be the best. She wants extra credit. What is she doing to achieve this?"

(suggestion for laying down)

"So... good dogs.... there is * something * they do for snacks....."

"I see you want a piece of my Jerky. Why are you standing up and way to close to me. Is that how we get jerky ?"

"I would share this with you, of course,... buuut I am unable while your butt is not positioned correcrly."

"So. Remember how there is ALWAYS something you are suppose to be doing to get your snack? Every. Single. Time..?"

And so forth. She reliably responds to any suggestions or discussions around where her butt needs to be for her yummy.

This morning she wanted something in my hand.

And was standing there, once again so infatuated with the possibility of a delicious snack that arranging her body appropriately to receive it had vanished from her executive processing function capacity.

"Oh look. Licking her chompers. She must be quite interested in trying this tasty chicken. So interested, in fact, that she has forgotten butt-protocol. "

She stares. Licks lips slightly faster and more emphatically.

"... and so ... if she wants this chicken so badly.... might she reconsider for a moment the baseline requirement to procure it..?"

More licking of chops. Double time.

Still standing. Staring. Eyes widen.

"Hmm. Dog. Really?"

Typically she would have performed a muscle memory sit in slow motion by now that was off center regardless of her fixation on the yummy.

"....."

"OK. So. Dog. What is your butt doing right now..?"

She blinks out of her lust trance for a moment , logical brain firing up with her best investigative expression on and slowly turns her head to look at her backside quizzically.

Entirely she appeared to be repeating the question

"Ghee I dunno, what is it doing, let me take a gander.."

It appeared entirely as if the back half of her may as well have been an entirely separate creature from herself and she couldn't fathom what it might be getting up in her blind spot. Ocular confirmation was required before she could then insist upon herself that the absent minded part of her team places itself upon the ground.

The lack of ability to know where her own body was or even guess what it might be up to in the face of an exciting morsel gave me a chuckle.

Im buzzed, sitting near my good-looking- friend who has passed out.

I don't know.

Should I remain here?

Its warmer in my bed.

But even if my friend never knows...

They will know.

And how it would have meant the world to me..

For someone to stay with me

When I relaxed into

The

Darkness

If you do your raping with condoms , do consider Latex allergies. Especially if you enjoy repeat encounters with a particular person/s.

Continously exposing female genitals to an allergen like Latex can have undesirable and permanent damage.

You may be turning those warm silky petals into an inflexible cold and unpleasant thing.

Go the extra mile.

Don't inflict more damage than you must.

Also, use lube.

But FUCKING LEAVE LATEX OUT OF IT ASSHOLES.

I WANT MY MAMA!!!

😭😭😭

([ we were cut off from any comfort affection at age 2. Strictly left to find bravery or cry until vomiting then clean ourselves off. ])

I still want my mama.

I miss my mama.

😢