poeticdesires

the life and musings of a kinky slut

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Frustration —

Do my pops of color fit into the grey scale of your life? Do you want me? Not just my body; you’ve had that many wonderous ways. Do you want me? My brain and my body and my being. Do you see me fitting together in some shape or manner with the puzzle pieces that […]

Hungry —

~ a fantasy ~ I roused to her gurgles over the monitor, some of the most beautiful sounds I’d ever heard. The normally harsh light of the winter morning was dampened by thick curtains newly hanged in our bedroom. His heat warmed my back, his left arm slung over my side, his hand gripped my […]

Honest Tinder Profiles —

My ass is fatMy pussy’s wetThick thighs save livesEight inches? Bet. ~ WAP in search of cock that can last half the night and won’t make me sleep in the wet spot.Can live with parents/roommates as long as I never have to hear or see them.Warning: I scream during sex and I am LOUD.Dick pics […]

I Want —

I want time.                Someone who kisses me, long and slow, makes it seem like we could do this for hours…                because we could. I want control.                A hand in my hair, gripping hard, pulling back my head and then biting my neck. I want comfort.                Hands held at night as we drift to sleep.                Starting […]

Friends —

Sex is not love; but we are really REALLY good at fucking. He laid naked on the bed, hard and waiting, the literal embodiment of my wet dreams.  I was so incredibly wet.  I didn’t masturbate this morning, wanting (if we were to actually fuck) to feel everything.  And I felt everything.  I came at […]

Sneaky —

I was selfish.  I was lonely.  I was horny. I had plenty of justifications and reasons for doing it, even though I know I shouldn’t have. I ran home the last weekend in September. I didn’t tell many people I was coming because I knew I couldn’t see all the people I really wanted to […]

Humanity —

41%.  There is the real possibility, an advertised publicized promise, that a rich white man may reduce my student loan burden by 41%, and this will not even touch the vastness of his wealth. At its core, medicine is about empathy.  As a future physician, my job will be to take care of people.  They […]

Vanity —

I cried, and then I came last night. The pieces of how I view myself keep changing, chipping away.  I don’t know if that is good or bad; it just is. Is it vanity?  Is it identity?  Or is it just life, never stopping for me to catch my breath? I no longer have nipple […]

Anointed —

Dripping.I was dripping wet.The dildo kept slipping out, but the slickness made the repeated thrusts faster, harder, smoother.I moaned into my pillow, and continued to pound the toy into my wanting needy pussy.My moans turned into a growl.I rolled over, got up on my knees, piled up the pillows.I reached from my vibrator, nestled it […]

37 —

It’s my Clerks year.  You either get the reference or you don’t.  And if you don’t, that’s cool.  My brain has way too many random scraps of barely useful information. I’m still here.  And still single.  And still horny. Also, she’s back.  And Green Eyes is still a bitch. Too many of my friends are […]