eatdixx's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- sizoft hizair & cornerz ov pizubz I wish this whore could come out of retirement. It's a shame only 2% of my body isn't in agreeance with the rest of the other working, moving, desiring parts. i am entering my PEAK, yo. you know when you have those orgasms where you can tell that if you push through it for a little bit longer you'll reach that place of utmost satisfaction? you can see the light, you can see it in front of you and you know it's there while you're here being indulgent in the ethereal throes of a moderately buzzy body shaking hiccuppy orgasm anyway; but you can't quite get there? maybe if someone say... hurt you... a little, it might get you there? or if you withstood the pain of sensitive organ rubbing for just a little bit longer and not give in to THIS half arsed semi satisfactory orgasm that you can have any time of day with the smallest of implements and least amount of effort, you might just have the most ecstatic moment of your life and get rid of that internal itch [i'm not torking thrush here] that you just can't seem to reach? i want that. *points* so anyway. last night. ahem. 'you're dreamy'. 'well, you're a dreamboat'. 'come over here... look at this... umm... newspaper' [takes my hand, leads me into a dark corner, bites my neck a little and i get flustered and run away] [takes my hand again, 'come out the back with me, quick, come orrrn' i follow, around the dirty corridors of the old pub, bits of darkness hiding our faces and the noise of the band getting quieter, we pass people on the way and finally climb stairs that could break under us at any moment, with pidgeons cooing, being disturbed the sound of pidgeon wings and my heart racing] [standing on the top of the stairs, the door is locked. he takes my hands and pushes me against the wall, i imagine my mouth tastes like coconuts and cigarettes. he makes funny little mmmm noises. undoes his zip. tries to undo my pants. i put his hands away from me, don't let him touch me at all. i realise that it would have been better to keep the tension.] he has soft hair. 10:55 a.m. - 2004-07-02 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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