#sciapod muses

And he’s the type who’d praise me and tell me that I’m great, that I’m awesome however much I’ll undoubtedly be weeping, making his shirt all wet and black with mascara and he’d pet my hair and rub my back and remind me that in his eyes, in his world, I’m a goddess … and I’d get all awkward and touched and weird and he’d say something funny too, I think, and make me laugh in the middle of my sobbing and that’s when he’d pull me out of the embrace and he’d kiss me and I’d finally feel how plush and soft his lips are. And I don’t know, will they be too soft? How will his tongue be? I hope it will be perfect. Neither too pointy and hard nor too soft and fat, you know? The man’s in the culinary industry so I assume he knows what a well balanced piece of meat is, whichever muscle it may be and however it’s served, right?

And that’d be the day where I hope I’ll be wearing a skirt or dress of sorts so he can haul me up in those strong arms, push my back against a wall and hold me there with my legs around his waist and our lips together again and we’d kiss until my panties are drenched and I’d start dry humping him until he unzips his pants and pushes my panties to the side and –oh God I hope he has a thick cock– I want him to push to get it in, despite how wet and welcoming I’d be. And I’d be a horny and sobbing mess and I’d want him so bad and he’d want me too, he’d want me to be his Goddess and he’d want me to almost take control – almost because he’d be fucking me with all the might he can muster and he’d want me to run my nails into the flesh of his back, gripping him as he fucks me and he’d want me to grip him by the neck too, choke him a little, tease him with some breath play and he’d moan so freaking much and he’d almost cum just then and I’d let go and just stroke his throat with my nails so softly and gently, as gently as I can as he continues to screw me into the wall, making my spine almost punch through my skin from all the vigorous rubbing but I wouldn’t care, I’d just want more and more and more. More.

Their naked bodies were dewy and hot after sex. They sat on the couch, regaining breath. She had her back turned toward him and collected her hair to one side of her neck. He leaned forward to kiss her on the other, then stroked her shoulder.

“You have a beautiful back.”

“Oh,” she replied, looking back at him, “how come?”

“It's strong,” he said, “Defined.”

She smiled. “Thank you. I work out a lot.”

“Do you?” he asked with a chuckle. She turned away again.

“What kind of workout?”

“I like lifting heavy things,” she said, then waited for his reaction. He only smiled, so she continued.

“Weights and stuff. I also run. But it's mostly just the old school kind.”

“You keep surprising me,” he said and snaked his arms around her, tugging her toward him.

“Well…” she began, not really knowing where to take the conversation. “I do it because it reminds me that I can do hard things,” she thought, but didn't have the courage to speak out loud.

Your words still touch me and how I wish I could reach deeper, take you home, have you here.

Jagged cliff, towering rock, cut into my skin so I can't break free without scaring myself more.

Instead I linger in quiet, watching you, yearning.

The weight of you is almost too much to bear, however I insist on being strong and firm myself; relentless. Savoring the bittersweet taste, I am an addict.

We shall see, I chant to myself. What is meant for me will come to me.

This is a series of unfortunate events, yet we stole moments together and for those I am grateful.

May there be more to come and may they be fruitful; depleted of worry and remorse, but rather abound in soft joy, passion and vivid hunger for one another, the time we have lost and have yet to endure.

I will it with all of my heart and soul.

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I am a snake curled up, old skin growing tight, feeding on the warmth that you lend me as I await my moment to shed.

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Do you ever miss him spreading your lips apart and mouth wide open before he spits in it and then presses your head back down over his dick? 

Do you ever miss when you choke on his thickness, tasting the sourness from your gut forcing its way up through your system? But then amidst your sickening sense of yourself he says, “You're doing so well. You're so good,” and you can't help but smile up at him like a little child who thought they did so wrong, but then was told that actually, in fact, they did just right?

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The blissful sight of you The lace and soft fabrics Flowers adorning your hair You’re a sight to behold, as you lay in his bed You watch him come around As he brings the wine Just the bottle Just him in his jeans and the shirt unbuttoned And the bottle.

Hair gently flowing as he passes the open window A summer night’s breeze “Help me sleep,” he says Eyes lingering on you You notice he isn’t looking at your body, Not as he says those words It makes you confused This is your first time You don’t know what to expect How to be… the chosen

“You display such innocence,” He says, his voice croaky yet sweet “But I can’t help but wonder,” And now a finger trails your skin The hair rises on your legs where his finger left “You’re hiding something from me.” He offers you the bottle Uncertain of what to say, you take a sip “I want to see what hides within,” His warm hand slides up under the skirt of your dress, He’s edging towards the innermost part of your thighs “Show me that this innocence is a lie,” It’s confusing, his face looks so kind, “A beautiful, cunning facade,” He takes the bottle back and takes a decent drink.

He licks his lips as he watches you for a while His eyes devour every inch of your body, making your soul catch fire Moments pass by in silence, your mind is flying Thoughts scatter in your feeble brain when his eyes meets yours again

He lifts your little head up with a single finger, “You’re my innocent bird tonight, love,” And you feel your insides melt, “–but I’m determined to discover your secret.” You struggle to keep looking him in the eyes, Blinking, tears swelling forth “There,” he says, “something’s coming up,” Something’s coming up, you repeat in your mind What’s he talking about?

Before you know it he has his lips on yours The bottle’s on the table Your cheeks flush Your body swells It feels like spiders crawl your skin Is it just the wind? Or is it the magic spell he has on me?

His hand reaches behind your head He kisses you deeper It’s slow, you sense his passion Is it devotion?

He’s over you His shirt's on the floor His body hovers above Like a golden shadow embracing you

The candles flicker as he looks down Taking in the delicate, intricate patterns of your lace Then he moves He smells the skin of your chest, lingers Before sliding further down

His body is like a snake Lean and powerful Deadly and alluring You can’t help but sigh In return you hear a deep hum, “There we are,” he speaks softly His breath tickles your exposed belly Your dress is pulled up, you hadn’t even noticed The charmer, you think to yourself Looking down at him The snake charmer, you think of yourself Such naivety.

You feel a slippery, wet surface against your core Instinctively, your hands reach for his hair In the same instant, before they’re there, His hands capture yours.

“No no, little dove. This is what I was talking about, What I saw in your eyes before. You’re innocent enough, but you’ve got to trust...”

Still confused, you lessen the tension in your arms Let them come down by your sides, where he placed them His eyes are glistening above your mound Watching you “Be still for me now, little dove,” You nod and hum a wordless reply Before his eyes vanish below again.

The muscles of his shoulders and back shift as his arms snake around your legs, spreading them wide.

His movements are so smooth There seems to be music to them As if a melody or rhythm is always playing in his soul You wonder which song it is now

Actually you just wanna lounge on your sofa with your new book about a cat on an adventure saving books, while this handsome, lightly dressed man serves you your coffee and a plate of fresh fruit and chocolate, maaaybe he gives you a little kiss but no not even that. He simply admires and compliments you in this random, little yet very comfortable outfit you're wearing, and serves you these delicacies while himself also being a snack to feast your eyes on.

Is that too much to ask for? I don't know, man.

I also thought that as of this moment, while I have been made aware that my specific [current] type [of man] is in the (aquatic) muscle twink/himbo area, but, right now, I'd also be perfectly happy with a big hunk of a man, lumberjack or blacksmith or something of that sort… as long as he can maneuver around my tiny apartment and, well, serve me, you know?

And that's my genuine question. Do you know? Do you have a similar… shall we say… fantasy?

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Rail me, please.

Bend me over your imaginary desk and take me.

I say imaginary because you say you're an entrepreneur. For all I know, that might also be a kind of construction work, because I see your hands, big guy. 

That said, if you are the office-kinda guy, then take me on that table. Or maybe you have a table on the construction site. 

Actually just rail me anywhere, good sir. 

Let me cling to the table or wall or whatever as you hammer into me. 

For some reason I want you to finger me, although I have a feeling that you're gonna be too rough; too hard on me. But you turn me on so goddamn much, it'll be fine. You'll probably make me cum anyway. 

Well, I'm not sure if I actually believe that, but let me tell you, I'll give you the fucking blowjob of your life, how about that?

Sloppy, drilling… hah, I mean; dripping saliva and precum running down my face. You can hold my hair if you want. Hold my head still as you fuck my face. I don't mind if you do it a little violently. Actually, please do. Just fucking ram your dick down my throat. 

I don't understand, do I really have to say this to you? I thought it was a given… your neck tattoo goes well with my piercings and red hair and swollen lips.