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What I Think About While Riding the Subway
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What I Think About While Riding the Subway So I picture you, sitting at your desk, shifting in your seat...glancing around to be sure nobody notices you have a huge hard-on. I picture you having to rearrange your schedule, your desk, your clothes, your lunch break...and in this I am so aroused. I think about you *thinking* about me, wondering what really my voice sounds like, wondering what will happen if we ever got to speak with one another. Wondering what kind of phone sex experience it would be, if it is indeed to be phone sex. I picture you in the shower touching yourself but imagining it is my hand...my fingers...my tongue. I picture myself in the shower (standing) behind you, rubbing my hard nipples against your back and soaping you up with a sponge...rubbing the soap onto your body...slowly. The back of your knees up your inner thigh, grazing your balls, cupping them with my hands, from behind. I picture you in the shower seeing this, wanting this, and at the same time in your heightened state of arousal also in a state of confusion and anxiousness in case... I picture you on the phone at work, absentmindedly doodling on a pad near your phone, the doodle is of a breast and you think of my breasts... You want to lick my breasts when they are covered in honey and to push them together and jerk off into them until your cock explodes and you look down at my face, mouth open, eyes glazed over in lust, you hear me moaning and feel my hips bucking, my pussy wanting your cock inside, but you teased me by fucking my breasts...you want to eat my pussy and you want to suck my nipples till they are sore, hard urgent sucking, because you know that's the only way I will even really begin to have that electric connection between my tits and my cunt...and you see the cum glistening off them, and you want to suck your cum off of them. You lean down to suck my tits, soft at first, but harder and harder, and I begin to groan more loudly and whisper your name. I slide my fingers into my pussy as you suck my breasts, and you begin to grow hard again listening to the moisture and watching my fingers slide deep into my cunt. And as you sit at your desk envisioning this, you also know that I am home today and I am often in my bed resting, and I am often in my bed touching my pussy, imagining your mouth, your cock, your hands, and your hands holding toys. Imagining your cock with a cock-ring on it, imagining my pussy with a small electric vibrator that is attached to a remote control. You hold the remote control (in your imagination) at your desk at work and you remotely arouse me, without warning, letting the vibrator vibrate (knowing it fits under my clothes, that it is silent but that it wobbles my clit so gently but so well)...and you think about how you too can turn me on at work, on the subway, in private or in public, connecting your thoughts of lust with my body. And I think about this as I type and it makes my body ache to be fucked, so hard. And it makes my cunt ache to be filled with your cock. "Fazio's Mistress" Dante Gabriel Rossetti (Italian born) British Victorian Genre -1863       |
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these thoughts might rise, then shift, beneath the layers of workplace meanderings lie, waiting to rise again, volcanic, priapic, breaking surface of civilized social conventions, to be what are not yet, thoughts made flesh, the carnal heat and wetness of reality spasming in orgasmic pleasure. Thoughts in sensual pleasure to erotic writing writ. Feel free to travel - click - to my blog: An exploration introduction
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Mariana, Now how is it I was not suprized by this post? You are a very graphically talented writer, as I expected. This, of course, is my first visit and first read. I will visit again, as there are many posts to sample.  Thanks for stopping by. MT
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Mariana, Now how is it I was not suprized by this post? You are a very graphically talented writer, as I expected. This, of course, is my first visit and first read. I will visit again, as there are many posts to sample.
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Yeah that's probably what most men would say if they could read my mind (most of the time, actually.) MT (who usually appears far nicer and sweeter than her naughty thoughts would reveal.)
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Good. I'll write more in a bit, or you write more back. I'm flexible. I have scads and gobs of time at work. It's ludicrous, really. Thank you! About the points. Silly Hookup.Date Naughty Affair Dating with their points and their rules and their limitations for we non-paying members? Don't they want as many hook-ups as possible? Supple and demand, I reckon. Yes, I see you seeing me seeing you. For the record, what color is *your* parachute?  MT
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He's a real douche. He posts that same comment to everyone and clearly does not read anyone's blog. I don't know what he hopes to accomplish. Maybe he gets enough of these posts out there that in a few cases a fish bites the bait. I dunno. But he never did write back- big surprise? LOL MT
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love to chat with you sometime We can chat in the New England Room (which is my typical lair for online seduction while I'm not in this home-away-from-home den of inequity). Really. We can. If you wanted. I'm fine with that. What shall we discuss? Are you a fan of acid jazz? Do you like Tom Robbins' fiction? What color is your parachute? Slightly Incredulous but Trying to Remain Open-minded, Mariana_Trench_
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1/30/2010 3:07 pm |
To take an everyday chore like riding the subway and turn it into a completely erotic experience is like going from a cold smimming pool to a hot jacuzzi. All of which are good excuse for champagne. Cheers.
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1/30/2010 8:35 am |
love to chat with you sometime
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