Eloquent Deliberate Silence

Still here. Sort of.

Words have been dammed up behind work and life for too long.

Hopefully I can see a little chink of light which might give me some space to fill the gap with words and thoughts rather than deeds and activity.

It's my 15 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳

Well that is a scary number.

But full of memories of people met, things learnt, words written (as The Dirty Romantic for a long while), and a whole load of life going alongside it all including challenges and high points.

My main thought here though is how many words have I written here over those years, and what if I had not been a wandering generality but a meaningful specific and had turned that tumble of words into a story or a novella, maybe even enough for a novel.

My eyes close in sympathy with lips that overwhelm the evidence of my desire.

I am nothing but this moment.

Seduced by your succulent warmth, I give myself to you, and you accept it all.

Planted in the high back chair, you sit, held in place. My fist wrapped in your hair keeps your head lifted, eyes on me.

Fingers slick and glistening, moving fast, they force another groan from you.

The wet slap, slap, slap of my palm against your cunt reverberates around the sparse room.

Eyes pleading, looking up at me, wanting, needing. But what exactly?

For me to carry on pounding my fingers into that hungry needy hole, or for me to relent and let you come?

Right now, that doesn’t concern me. All I want is to see the need in you grow with every thrust of my fingers.

Pretty eyes looking up at me show me not the window to your soul, but instead a flaming need to be used, to be taken, to be mine.

My hand moves, you groan, your need grows, there is nothing else that matters in this moment.

No, I think she is hard to get.

This is another one of those posts where I want to get some words out but they are reluctant to appear in any meaningful way.

So instead I’ll just burble away here until I stop, just hoping that the act of putting some words down will unblock something.

But then again perhaps it won’t. Perhaps the burble will just burble along as a meaningless burble.

And so, this evening, all I can muster is this little clump of pointless nothing. I wish it was more.

But not today.