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Post by capri42 on Sept 10, 2008 16:27:15 GMT -5
From a few floors above, eating my lunch alone, I have a gargoyle’s view of the city’s masses. They’re running to escape the cold rain that’s just spontaneously started falling from the translucent heavens. Escape, that’s a word I’ve been toying with for a while now.
A good fall day in the beginning of August. I needed this day. No reason to feel the guilt and pressure of not being outside, not basking in that radiant star. That guilt and pressure only exist because nine months out of the year it’s damn cold here.
You’re not responding. You’re not feeling me. You’re not getting it. Or maybe you are…
I could use a day off from you, as well. I could use an escape from the feelings of inadequacy you bring out in me because you won’t fuck me. Most guys I meet want to fuck me – but I don’t always let them. Wish I knew what was “right” - but I don’t believe this is a situation of right or wrong. It hasn’t been since it started.
This rain is making me horny, but everything makes me horny these days. I want to strip you down, get loud, sweaty, and wet. I want to dig my nails into your hairy back and ride you, hard, until you release all that pain, and anger, doubt, and fear into a supernova explosion. Wish I could have you, naked, quiet, peaceful, in my tiny arms for just a little while on a cold, rainy fall day in August.
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