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raininjuarez: Hey, you have your idea of what is romantic; I have mine. Â
raininjuarez: “No.”
raininjuarez: What do you suppose comes next?
Quick His debut just last month was met with a rousing chorus of likes and reblogs. Today, he returns to open this week’s chapter. Making his way back atop the Library dais, please welcome back… raininjuarez: “I’m bored” he murmured
Anticipation So smooth… sensual… sumptuous… sublime… superb… and always sexy… Returning to the Library dais, please welcome back… raininjuarez: She had imagined this moment — planned it, rehearsed it,
raininjuarez: My man Sal
raininjuarez:With the din all about us. The bustle. The murmur. Simple lives, simply lived.And yet, in such proximity to the mundane, monumental forces gather. The universe warps. Everything is changed. Life is born.[Please do not remove the text
raininjuarez:I like this And by “I like this” I mean I love this. And by “I love this” I mean I need this. And by “I need this,” I mean that when I am without it, my heart pumps a malignant, fetid gas instead of true blood. I mean that the
raininjuarez:There was nothing perfect about him except his hunger, which had no endThere was nothing perfect about her, except the desire to feed him
raininjuarez: A man who works with his hands is a laborer A man who works with his hands and his brain is a craftsman But a man who works with his hands and his brain and his heart is an artist.
raininjuarez: It’s not just the heat It’s the humidity Pardon my innuendo, but who is she?
raininjuarez: Idle hands are the devil’s workshopBusy hands his favorite tools. And he takes such pride in his work
raininjuarez: to devour
raininjuarez: It’s not just the heat It’s the humidity
raininjuarez: “Whatever are you going to do with me, when you have me to yourself,” she teased coyly. “I am going to do soft things, pretty things, sweet things. Tender and gentle things And hard, relentless, remorseless, vicious
raininjuarez: Applied physics
raininjuarez: In how many human endeavors do you earn extra style points for being a total mess?
raininjuarez: No part of you untouched No aspect of you unclaimed
raininjuarez: To think Perchance to dream
raininjuarez: … now tell me about your day
raininjuarez: The full soundtrack First breath drawn slowly, sighs of delight Markers of anticipation Then the purrs, the groans, the wet, welcoming growl Respiration runs deep to shallow; clutched air Cries Screams Flung syllables, ejected without consc
raininjuarez: Yes, baby. We can buy you a new one When I am done here
raininjuarez: Are you ready for me, pretty girl? Have you thought this through? Considered the outcomes, ramifications, consequences? When you let go of your fierce resolve — when you hand the reins to me — do you understand what that will mean?
raininjuarez: Commencing coutdown Engines on Check ignition and May god’s love be with you
raininjuarez: Slowly I could rush it. I could bury myself with one twitch of the hips, a hard, swift stab. I could suddenly sink in that dark, hot treasure. In an instant, I could be in you down to the root and grinding. I could take your sweet
raininjuarez: Good morning baby
raininjuarez: Bashful, pretty girl? Hesitant? Move the arm. Now.
raininjuarez: Draw me in
raininjuarez: 15 minutes You can beg all you like. 15 minutes
raininjuarez: The third hour Or is it the fourth? Chaos has resolved The frenetic and the urgent and the desperate have subsided They’ve been replaced by the contemplative and the orchestrated The muscles begin to ache The skin bares evidence of our
raininjuarez: Patience? Not my strong suit
raininjuarez: Now that it was happening, her fears melted away and she slipped into an almost narcotic trance
raininjuarez: raininjuarez: She was a walking contagion. A blistering fever dressed in satin. There was no cure. [Please do not remove the text from this post. Thank you]
raininjuarez: Yes, I’ve heard you say the words And I know you believe them to be true But I need you to understand it viscerally To feel it, in bone and blood, the way the beast in the glen might understand Just how your options have narrowed, how
raininjuarez: When they first met, she saw him as a treat. A candy in a dish, that she could pass or, when the mood struck, enjoy. She liked the way he smelled, the way he looked in jeans. The way he prayed her name.He was a frolic.But as time
raininjuarez: The thigh quiver. It’s one sign of a job well done Be observant, boys.
raininjuarez: Bit by bit, bite by bite
raininjuarez: How can he touch me this way, she wondered. Why do my synapses overload when he brushes my skin?
raininjuarez: Her secrets are his now He is a bright white light, sweeping through her darkest corners [Please do not remove the text from this post. Thank you]
raininjuarez:It was an accident, really. This morning, when he thought of her, it was purely by accident. As his groggy, addled morning-brain fought its way through the day’s to do list, a misplaced image of her — of the two of them — tumbled
raininjuarez: She was a puzzle to me. Unstable. Volatile. Inconclusive, unfinished, partially obscured. She was opaque and transparent by turns, and she turned on winds no one else could feel. She was quiet as a shadow, emphatic as a storm. She was
raininjuarez: She’s a thousand miles away, a galaxy away. She may as well live in another century. I can’t touch her. I can’t taste her. I can’t press my face to her neck or whisper in her ear or feel her heat against mine. So I write. I
raininjuarez: raininjuarez: Slowly, meticulously, he described what was to come. Every detail. Where. Then how And with what. And as he did, she could hear him shed his clothes. First, she heard his jacket fall on the chair. Then the slip of silk on
raininjuarez: You are going to forget about me. Eventually — soon — you will forget all about me. When we begin, of course, you will be hyper-aware. Every neuron will fire. Every sound, every touch, every scent. As each button releases, as
raininjuarez: Told ya.
raininjuarez: If I told you to be quiet — not to make a sound or move a muscle — could you comply? Would you be a good girl and try? ♡○♡
raininjuarez: Think about what today might have been. Your skin might have felt the warmth of his. The soft brush of his fingers. The hard pull of his gathered fist. More than once. you might have snapped your thighs closed around his ears, your
raininjuarez: How about today?As the day began, did someone call you his pretty girl?Has someone made you feel wanted?Has someone touched you in that wayThat special wayBecause you like to be touched in that way, in that place?Have you been the thing
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raininjuarez replied to your post: FYI and here I sit pokeless. Harumph Well now you’ve done it*POKEPOKE*
raininjuarez: raininjuarez: That first time — when he spun her on the bed and draped her neck over the edge — she was shocked by the violence, the brutality with which he fucked her mouth. Her throat closed down hard on his shaft and she gurgled a
raininjuarez: tl;dr? raininjuarez: Our memories are fraudulent.They can be friendly frauds, it’s true, but they are little frauds nonetheless.When we replay past events, we want pretty pictures, and so our minds turn the “only fair” into “good,”
raininjuarez: raininjuarez: It was a collision, not an embrace. We’d waited too long. When a man goes for days without food, he doesn’t savor those first bites; he inhales them. He attacks them, seizes them greedily. He doesn’t linger
raininjuarez:
raininjuarez:raininjuarez:The hem spoke first. The hem of her skirt. The hem of her short, flirty, feminine skirt It spoke to me. A literary device? No. It spoke to me. I’d blame the drugs, if there had been any drugs, but there were no drugs to
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