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You're my favorite kind of person: the kind that lets me win.

Which dyke to watch out for are you?
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You Scored as Mo

You are Mo, a guilt-ridden, kindhearted liberal who doesn't relax enough. You are ordered to buy a pint of non-organic, dairy ice cream and watch Comedy Central for a week. PBS will still be there when you get back.



Mo

45%

Stuart

30%

Sydney

30%

Lois

30%

Sparrow

30%

Clarice

30%

Toni

30%







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Black T-shirt

 

“So will you take me back?” She asked.

 

“That depends. What are you wearing underneath?”

 

She pulled her sweater off. Black t-shirt. She leaned against the wall on the low single bed, her feet tidily together. My hands began unlacing her tightly binding Chucks. My lips and teeth grazed her smooth, dry ankle bones.

 

She was an indie queen, and now she’s a paper bag princess. I’ve tousled her hair and laid bare her lower body. The parts of her I’d cast as refuse lie in a perfect pile at the foot of the bed. From where she sits, it looks like a shed persona.

 

She grabs my face between her palms.

 

I grab her shirt-tail and tie it in a tight knot above the crack of her buttocks. I grab another two handfuls of her shirt and cling wrap her in it. The shape of her breasts emerge from inside its volume like rocks surfacing from falling tide. I suck their tips through the cotton, leaving two wet, blacker circles.


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Should I make our conversations into a story? It would be work.

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Can you make a novel based on MSN conversations and other conversations made into MSN conversations? What would that look like? Do I need some kind of permission?

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If it was up to me, I'd never get over you.

But all my friends are sick of hearing about you already.

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Cats at play

 

Jenny started gently jerking me off.

 

Her typically demure lips surrounded my penis. I let her do her thing and soon she’s busily gathering up my droplets from the underside of my limping penis, the look on her face better than cuming itself.

 

I had her legs spread-eagled on her yellow oak-colored student-issue desk. My head was making out with her nether regions the way one in a pair of newly-reconciled lovers makes out with the other. Jenny grabs me by the sides of the head and pulls me toward her the way kissing lovers do. Her hips thrusting out like a reciprocating tongue. My tongue finds the next-to-most-sensitive region in her and repeats the sensation of its presence there.

 

She begins acting like a kitten with an itch against a post. She moans self-indulgently, her hands still at work at the sides of my head. She begins to stroke the hairs there, which are less soft than a cats, but softer than most cacti. I begin rubbing my head back, before rising to kiss her with herself.


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I don't intend to make just you blush. I intend to make myself blush.

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I need to remind myself this--I need to walk away when the sex is more than just transiently bad and temporarily non-existent. Since I care about sex, staying would be unfair to me, and unfair to the other person.

CUT YOUR LOSSES CUT YOUR LOSSES CUT YOUR LOSSES...

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Have more sex. The more sex you have, the less anxiety you have, and the more energy to be allotted to being a responsible global citizen. Not that I mean to suggest that state-given statuses matter.

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Dear Lindsay,

I still jerk off to you.

Please come back to me soon to help me fulfill my fantasy of wanting to ravish you.

Sincerely,

Jesse

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Body hair or no body hair?

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I'm the jerk you dated when you were 14.       I'm the jerk you broke up with when you were 14.

Self-acceptance                                  vs.            Self-deprecation

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Hello Rock the Casbah. I haven't heard you in years. Not even Joe Strummer's voice could totally ruin you.

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Another day (the sixtieth).

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In this world, only suffering makes you perfect.

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Now, instead of love, insecurities take their place inside me.

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I REALLY don't want to go to Barrie.

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Heaven save me from the guitar-strumming!

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One of the most hurtful things another human being has ever said to me was this.

"You make no sense."

Instead of denying it, it is much more to the point to spend my life disproving it.

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Did you really have to cut me off? Honestly.

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