Cramped between
nausea and hunger
my heart a stone
that can’t beat
when You
as sustenance
don’t come
to feed me,
when alone
You leave me.
The ache…
🩺
ECHOS
Relieve me.
No comments on hopeless hunger
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I want to be your pussy cat, climbing up your chest pit-a-pat, nuzzling my nose across your skin to tickle-lick the nape of your neck, and with a head rub upon your lobe, my purrrr vibrates waves of cravings to your inner-ear, “I need you!” echos loud and clear…(Can you hear???)
You may not have a cat, but as a cat owner, woth Banchee there’s one thing of which I’m certain: at times there’s a NEED, not just a want to be pet, aggression when denied, staring at me as if I don’t love him, like I lied. I’m kinda like that.
When I think I’ve lost you, when I’m SURE that your gone, when I’m positive I will NEVER, EVER get to rub your head again, I transform myself into a kitty, and I pretend that I’m your only pussy friend.
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When young, I always liked a smooth bare chest on a man. Flat-chested tiny nips to trim abs and clean to the base of a hard package. Now, I want a real man bear to cuddle and kiss with love. A man whose chest hair warms my bones up! A beard made soft with conditioner climbing between my legs as I hold a bald head who’s tongue-teasing me off with a wide mouth…
To put it plainly, the picture on repeat lately…
Oh, bear…slow we go…
I see YOU and me, fucking free.
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I lost my voice. Absconding with social scarcity into my mind, awaiting sleep where my subconscious allows it to speak…
You sit with me before a fire burning, “I’ve written this scene in two different stories, but I couldn’t do it.”
Your eyes, focusing on reading me, widen in a sad furrow, “Why?” Your simple reply, but I knew that you knew.
A stutter-start, “I…um…I…mmm…I need you to teach me…mmm, teach me what to do. It’s been an eternity since my desire dined upon your whims. With you, my dreams come true.”
You bow your head to nuzzle my neck, thick lips kiss a slow crawl to my chin, whispering, “First…”
You sit tall, peer into my eyes, and glide a fan of fingers over my cheekbone, slipping your fourth digit atop my bottom lip, when compelled my tongue closes over the tip while a moan at being touched escapes from deep in my throat, and then, you lean in and envelop me in your arms, kissing my lips, our tongues swimming a dance of love-lust…
On a rug of fur, to animals we return, clothes gone, kneeling with your cock standing tall, I pull on your head while I guide your hips down upon my body, and I push your tip to slip through my pussy walls, sliding deeper with each pressure push wetting wild the ride as my chest arches breasts into your palms.
With a breast squeeze, you pin my nipples together, a lick and a bite allthewhile pumping up your head into me, until I yell all sloppy, “Yes! I need you to plug the hole, oh yeah,” and you push, push, push down deep, and lean in to kiss me again, as I scream, “Yes…yes…plug the hole in my soul!” And filled creamy, you left me dreamy.
No more needs to be said. You laid me right in the head.
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Sticky I am,
on the hot side
of damned,
awaiting
a whisper
in my ear.
With You near,
I suck
the nectar
of real.
(To You: Seeing JJ Gray Saturday, wondering if You may recall in my car on the side of the road under a bridge in Chicago, when I had You in my mouth, a song played…I’ll give it to you again and see if You remember better then;)
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Swept into a bubbling riptide of untrustworthy truth, I reflect how close to war are we going to get??? How can anyone NOT watch this horrible movie as it takes place? There’s evil in this human race!
I rant in circles to no one in my mind, and in this mindset, there’s NO fun I can find.
Beneath the warm weight covering my tiny frame, I inhale…hold…release…and I close my eyes to the world, to the room, to the impending doom…
I wonder about you.
What are you doing to treat yourself, does it work well? Are you perfectly happy doing it with your mate or by yourself?
Honestly, I sure HOPE so.
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Like a cushy marshmallow beginning to drip goo over a light warming flame, inside I melt for You.
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It’s a bundle of crazy days when the moon gets so big. I thought I was losing it! My son turned six, and I couldn’t remember life before him, and I don’t recognize the world outside my home, again living in a Twilight Zone. My head swells and swells with the stress on the ‘No Good News’, wondering what I can do…
ESCAPE!!!
I’ve written You so many times, yet I can’t get it off to You, despite how I’ve tried. Oh how I hate to make You wait, but I want to fully satiate;)
I wish…I wish…how I wish for your kiss… Oh, to feel you would be such BLISS!
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Within a hazy maze of mad craze, I follow YOU as you penitrate in and out of parts of my brain, remembering this…fantasizing that…allthewhile, I cook and clean and organize incessantly, trying to escape THINKING 🤔
Oh Love, one thing I know, I can’t do it alone…SO LET’S GET PHYSICAL!!!
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Warmth swells
then seeps
across my chest
like GOO melting
the cold heart
beneath with the
effect of Your DING
unsheathed–
A sound Oh so
pleasurable!
I cup my breast
and squeeze
You held hard
between…
Here, my Love
will always be.
Hopelessly Inappropriate Thoughts 