Sunday, 29 September 2019
The doorman #2
Quick come in, come over, come inside me and come as you are. So hard and so simple. It doesn't need to be more than that.
The Italian in under 30
You are just so handsome,
But such a waste of time
Your mind in a million places
Your cock and your body in mine
The sensualist
Endless kisses to every single part of my body. Making me cum with your hard cock hilted into me. You have the strongest hands. You smell so good. You’re so straight up. I sit behind you and draw on your back with my nails. I pull you into me and sink my teeth into your neck, slowly wanking your cock as I grasp your throat in my free hand. I kiss your neck. I will make you mine, if you will let me.
Wednesday, 12 June 2019
The Italian
Your animated patter, waving your fork at me as you chew dinner and talk to me in that buttery voice.
My legs feel like a chicken, popped at the joint.
Your dick is a bit small but sometimes sheer enthusiasm compensates for that sort of thing, I think.
Your hair, tousled. Dark and dappled eyes and light, such a handsome face - but so much unnecessary feeling, with your sweeping continental emotions. You’re hot with me, you’re cold with me. It irritates my common sense.
Lean over my body and spread my thighs so wide. Tell me again that I have a beautiful smile and eyes and a wonderful laugh.
Stop making things harder than they need to be, except your cock inside me - make that harder.
Saturday, 27 April 2019
The doorman
A quick dirty, meaty lay - you are just so hard all the time.
I wish that I found you more attractive than I do.
My interest nowadays is mostly just an endless void.
Empty heart. Empty mind.
I wish that I found you more attractive than I do.
My interest nowadays is mostly just an endless void.
Empty heart. Empty mind.
Monday, 15 April 2019
Sailor
I had not dreamt of you for such a long time, but I did last night.
The sex still haunts me. It has never been better that what it was with you.
You only ever gave me just enough. Just enough to keep me. I allowed myself a sickening freedom, to love you, when it was clear you were not able to be loved.
You are still so beautiful, so vivid in my mind. Such a poisonous vision.
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