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It must be that time of blog again… And I don't mean HNT. This will probably be my last one, loved it in some ways, that people stopped by to comment, but not good with schedules. Anyways, nothing halfway or subtle or mysterious about this photo. Much like what follows I suppose.


It just won’t do, this waiting.

Blank emotion when I come alone these days. Mornings mostly, in my bed. Burst into dry giggles and sobs. Still not release enough.

Will you find me close, finger me deep, wriggling in, you know, when the slippery stringy beading and threading of my insides begin? When I release onto your searching fingers, and you want me to tell you how much I’m enjoying, and I can’t, because I am, too much?

No, even that won't do, feel more than this, feel this like violence. Push comes to shove. Scratch, bite, fuck against you.

Backed up, trapped in my dreams, pinned. Pushing walls, reaching, kicking. Crawling. Always. Derelict. Deprived. Depraved. Crave. Always. Hit with every stretch. Blind. Wake up horny. Wake up just-do-me.

Your cock is there. In every dark stretch. Smell taste you. Toxic. Cunt. Needs. Splitting. Walls wet, part, plush, tight. By the dip and tip of the head of your cock. So heady. So giddy. Long. Heated. Firm. So needy. Can’t form. No sentences. Inside please. Don’t. Wait there. Don’t. Linger there. Inside now. I’ll coat. Skin please. Scalp please Be strong. Always. Be bare. White and squeeze and supple. Be your shoulders. Broad. Be your knees. Rock. Hold me down. Always. Hold my hand against my abdomen, naked. Can feel your fuck there too. When you pound hard. Beat. Beaten. Cunt…mound.. inside.. my… thighs…knees…calves…back…shoulders…spreads. Wildfire. Fingers alight. All over. Parched. Quick. Ignite. Brush. Fire. Slap and slip and sweep. Sweet. Know how you tingle, know how you burn, know how you build. Sweet. You focus, zone in and find. You take me over. Wake up horny. Wake up just-do-me.

Want to say all. Want to hear what you have to say. Always have, always do. Ask it in my ear. Say what you already know. Could tell anyone. Could have you tell anyone. Don’t care. Those you know, those you don’t. The cat is out. (Climb curtains. Claw. Screech. Pounce.) Carnal. Wildfire. Exposed. Come to light. Come inside. Just. Come. I am weary and hot and wanting. Wake up horny. Wake up just-do-me.

Feel this like a lump in my throat and chest. Petulant. Whiny, I know, I’m sorry. But I won’t repent.

Come to the chorus again. Can't refrain. Just repeat. Wake up, horny, just do me.

It just won’t do.