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on Sat 4 Feb 12, 4:44 PM to Adverse_Camber's blog.
Freezing. Even encased in ski socks and slipper boots.
I've never had this sensation before- the icy slabs randomly attached to the end of my legs seem like an analogy for how I feel about...well, most things at the moment.
This isn't like you, I keep telling myself. And then the weak child inside me wails "But what if it is? What if this is how it's going to be from now on?!"
And I feel the prickle of pathetic self-pitying tears threatening like sludgy sleet, so I stiffen my back and get busy...work for hours straight to deaden thinking and feeling.
But...I have to stop every now and then, as exhaustion and cold damp creep in, the moonlight and central heating having given up long before me. I can't type anymore...and I crawl into bed next to him.
My beautiful sleeping man, so angelic in repose that I can't resist stroking his long soft light hair as waves of affection and guilt crash over me. And he opens one sleepy blue eye and smiles gently at me.
And I long to give him what he needs, what he deserves. Remove the drudgery of our recent lives, making us both look permanently weary and aged.
I want to watch his naked body writhe as I hurt him, see that pleading look in his eyes that begs stop/don't ever stop. I want to hear him groan in lust and pain, watch him come in shame and ecstacy.
I want to see those blue eyes shine, to lick the sheen of sweat and blood off his taut body. I want to hold him so tight that he thinks he's going to break in the strength of my arms.
I want to show him how much I love him in the musical language that we both understand.
But I have cold feet, so instead I murmur "Go back to sleep, it's late" as I turn over to stare at the wall, waiting for the sun.
Edited Sat 4 Feb 12, 5:09 PM by Adverse_Camber
| 4 Feb 12, 4:55 PM bohnanza UK(FK), 12 yrs  |
4C outside here and 26.4 inside. The joys of a wood burning stove. I have the perfect accent for conflict resolution, shame about the personality. | ||
| 4 Feb 12, 4:56 PM dusted UK(B), 18 mths  |
Aaawwwww. This was lovely and well written. I hope your feet defrost soonx You can be the boss daddy, you can be the boss. Bad to the bone, sick as a dog.... | ||
| 4 Feb 12, 4:57 PM Adverse_Camber UK, 3 yrs |
0 C outside and 18 inside...I'm coming round yours for tea, s'long as I can keep me slippers on. "How the fuck are you going to do that with your eyeballs bouncing off the fucking cement?!" | ||
| 4 Feb 12, 4:59 PM Adverse_Camber UK, 3 yrs |
Thanks lovey...I've been rather enjoying the sick ravings of your depraved mind too! "How the fuck are you going to do that with your eyeballs bouncing off the fucking cement?!" | ||
| 4 Feb 12, 5:06 PM dusted UK(B), 18 mths |
What can I say? I'm so frustrated I can't stop. I won't lie, your blog made me want you to come hurt me a little You can be the boss daddy, you can be the boss. Bad to the bone, sick as a dog.... | ||
| 4 Feb 12, 5:11 PM Adverse_Camber UK, 3 yrs |
Hmmm...well, is it snowing there? And do you have a real fire? "How the fuck are you going to do that with your eyeballs bouncing off the fucking cement?!" | ||
| 4 Feb 12, 5:22 PM dusted UK(B), 18 mths |
Nope. And it is snowing! Damn it to hell You can be the boss daddy, you can be the boss. Bad to the bone, sick as a dog.... | ||
| 4 Feb 12, 5:25 PM Adverse_Camber UK, 3 yrs |
Ah well. I should be back on the road soon, and I'm often up your way...so be careful what you wish for...<WEG>
In the meantime, write more horny stuff, gives me summat to read when I take a break! "How the fuck are you going to do that with your eyeballs bouncing off the fucking cement?!" | ||
| 4 Feb 12, 5:32 PM Suitably_Twisted UK(S), 2 yrs |
That was so beautiful, I have a tear drop on my warm 'facial' cheeks.  'The only way to get rid of temptation is to yield to it... I can resist everything but temptation'.
'Mr Oscar Wild' | ||
| 4 Feb 12, 6:36 PM Adverse_Camber UK, 3 yrs |
Mmmm...lickylicky lollipop and warm tears...huggle for you, sexalicious x "How the fuck are you going to do that with your eyeballs bouncing off the fucking cement?!" |
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