Strangers in The Night

I apologize for not writing for so long. I was pretty busy letting new men enter into my life and didn't have any need to perpetuate it with words. Sometimes all I want is shut the fuck up and concentrate on sensing only. Smelling, tasting, licking, sucking, swallowing.. like we used to get to know each other, back then in the woods and jungles. All in all we are simply animals. At times it's even stronger than words. I can come across someone and immediately be flooded with uncontrollable need to be impaled. Usually it happens to me with the more animalistic men. The less expression in his eyes – the better. I want to be nothing but a body, with no literal capabilities and really developed oral skills.

Like Music to My Ears

He's a very talkative person. I communicate with him even when he is not around. I am the one who usually starts and he reciprocates by picking up my words and turning them into an incomplete melody. It always ends with an absence, except for the times his lips suckle mine. All I hear is his rhythmic panting. He flicks me with his tongue, impaling my insides and I don't feel any need to fight back.

Being Watched

Maybe it's the Big Brother phenomenon that runs through my veins, or maybe it's just me, but all in all I really love being watched. Sometimes I don’t even need an actual person to perform that voyeurism. I undress myself completely and fantasize about my special someone's eyes. He doesn't have to be real. I create him out of different guys I once knew and others that I'd like to know. He's my ultimate voyeur and he's turned on by everything I do. I can feel him impaling me, I sense him fucking me with his deep dark eyes. He's the one that is always inside, without being actually present.