It's the end of a work night. My eyes are burning, my throat is sore. Yet I'm all keyed up. This is usually how I feel at the end, after doing a gig. I've eaten, and now I'm plopped down in from of the computer. Checking my messages, playing games, returning pokes, creeping in other peoples posted lives.
You've beaten my score once again in on or another games we play. But I play that game a couple of times, beating yours not once but twice. Feeling just a tad triumphant, I utter a mental "a-ha!" and visualize doing a victory dance. Looks like I'm on top. Body's too tired to really move, too bad my brain won't heed it's example. I hear a funny sound to my left and realise that Dumbass is chewing on his bars again. I guess you can't expect too much from a mammal with the brain the size of a corn flake. I'm watching him climb his bars as Closer starts to play. I smile remembering an earlier conversation.
"Randy" was the word used. Possible, but the lyric "I want to fuck you like an animal" comes, and I laugh out loud thinking, I wouldn't be that picky. I listen to the sexy sensual beat of the song and think about being on top. Oh gawd brain, shut up and go on to something else. It pretty much ignores me, giving me teasers of memories. The taste of your lips. The smell of your hair. The heavy lidded look you get. That sound you make, when you really like what I'm doing.
As the music plays I start thinking of the next time I'll see you. What I'd love to do if this song plays. I'd want to dance with you real close, kiss your neck, up behind your ear while gyrating my hips in time with the tempo. Pull your head down for a kiss and see just how hard I could make that cock of yours. I'm kinda curious what you would do. Would you want me to stop, or would you grab my ass and push up against me?? Would you want to fill me, putting and end to the sweet ache of desire and need?? Delicious thoughts of previous posts fill my head. I Need You Tonight starts to play and I can only shake my head at the sheer irony of it.
Groaning in self induced frustration and throbbing unbearably, I ponder how much longer I will last before I get to the "Fuck It or Kill It" point. Not that I would do either. Fucking being for hook ups and killing being wrong if you get caught. Ahh, till I get to savour the equisite pleasure of your undivided attention, I am reduced to dirty ideas and naughty blogs. And God help me I have plenty of both....some of the things I want to do....damn damn damn...oh screw this - fuck fuck fuck fuck......grrrrrr!
Just so I'm not the only one climbing the proverbial walls enjoy the pictures.
