Monday, January 09, 2012

 

The Perfect Kiss

It was the most perfect kiss I've ever experienced.

Her skin was so soft and white and beautiful.

Her lips were succulent.

She was beautiful.

In that moment she was the most beautiful, most amazing, most spectacular, most perfect woman. Ever.

Every time I try to remember it brings me such joy.

Such peace.

God, I love her.

The memory of her.

That Kiss.

The way he lips gently caressed my lips.

How her tongue massaged mine.

Such joy.

Such peace.

Such happiness.

Such sorrow to think that it won't ever happen again.

The touch of he pale soft skin under my fingertips sets my nerve endings aflame.

To caress her cheek once more would be enough to cure me of this terrible ache.

The Passion. The Fire.

Why do I love so much the memory and despise so much the remembrance of it?

Parting is not sweet but sorrow. Someone's hope, if I could but borrow.
For hope has all but left me dead. And devil's feast on what angel's dread.

 

Lessons in love

My parents set me up with a lesbian once.

Obviously, they didn't know that she was a lesbian. That would be weird though if they knew and set us up anyway. Like they got some sort of kick out watching me fail at life one more time.

It was actually a pretty good match. We both liked to get high and eat pussy.

She asked me if I'd force myself on her. I said no, I'm not a footy player. I only ever played touch footy. I have played some soccer but that just means that you touch me and then I fall over and cry.

I did suck a dick once. It's not something I talk about often but I figured that this is the perfect forum to get it off my chest.

It wasn't anything special really. I just happened to be really high and really horny and there was a cock in the room that looked like it needed sucking.

I won't go into anymore detail. I mean I'm sure you don't wanna hear about it. Plus there are some things that need to stay between a man and his dog.

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