between_my_legs dipperwell My body has three centres; my forehead, my chest, and my clitoris. The latter is clamouring for attention. I want my legs parted and unfamiliar fingers sliding through me. I want sex, pleasure, I want to feel a flower unfurl from my vagina, beaded wet petals and a strong stem. Everything I feel; the rumpled bedsheet, the cold night air, the gaze of another, all send my body into sensational throbbing. My breathing is heavy, my chest rises and my stomach inverts. My panties seem to be rubbing incessantly. Don't you ever wonder, as a see a girl casually tapping on the keys, if inside her is a blazing desert storm; that she is privately fixating on the rustling sounds you make, that underneath her hovering smile is an intensity focused on how insanely she wants you to taste her? 051019 ... unreal OHMYGOD. 051019 ... oren Is it just me, or is it hot in here? 051019 ... dipperwell DISCLAIMER: On the other hand, I don't want to give some sort of deluded would-be perpetrator the impression that all femmes are secretly desirous, or that I would necessarily consent to the advances of a stranger. 051019 ... syringe Even the disclaimer is hot! 051020 ... fal he lowered his face kissing my neck lower to tease between my breasts lower and he unzipped my jeans and felt he lowered his head and kissed me between_my_legs 051020 ... Piso Mojado root chakra pulses 051020 ... stork daddy yes i think about it. then i think about the disclaimer. 051021 ... dipperwell It is my second night. Now I resurrect the idea of a warm shaft sliding in and out of me, body gripping, vagina contracting is graceful arpeggios. Sweat pooling in the valley of my back, dripping from the nape of my neck to the line of my ass, legs taut, eyes rolling, mouth opening, silent and strained. I lie here in a room full of drunk people, a little flushed myself, pretending that my feet are ticking to the time of the music, and not that each frenzied movement is making the mattress murmur against my clitoris like a tongue is talking philosophy with my skin; this cotton is wet and sliding between... 051021 ... dipperwell At this particular moment in time I am ravenous for a woman. Fearing the penis, feeling uncertain of what to do with it, nausea that comes from looking at it or thinking of wrapping my mouth around it, my inability to comprehend fellatio as being anything but nonconsensual, forced, humiliating - tears running down my face and choking, gagging, the white burning of terror - these drive me to women until I can almost fool myself. Specifically, I want to spread her legs and plunder her with my tongue. Touch every spot the right way, tempt her tease her torture her treat her like an extremely intricate bicycle. My pleasure, for once, is irrelevant. I want to send her into insanity; my mouth arguing sinuously with her clitoris, my fingers drawing complex brocaded patterns onto the slick skin pulled taut, sliding into her and massaging that spot like a hooked fish. The psychological reasons are devastatingly obvious; with a woman I can prove to myself that I can be sexually competent, a good partner; that sex need not be fear. And my body, eternally attuned, responds to this idea accordingly: my molten forehead betrays my fever. I want her. 051026 ... dipperwell just said what i feel; exactly. 051026 ... vernon love them what talks most about it do it the least. but a nice wet tale to be sure 051026 ... dipperwell It's for the reason that these are things I cannot do that I am compelled to create them in words. I do not consider it some kind of hypocrisy, although I know many would. When I say I cannot do them, it is not because of social reasons. 051026 ... soo............ you have no tongue? 051028 ... panama i reached down... between my legs... eased the seat back 051028 ... dipperwell No, actually, I recently was probing around in my mouth and stumbled upon, Lo and Behold, a Tongue! But I have yet a find a girl for me. Anyway, that spell of lust is over now, until another comes. 051028 ... Sonya dipperwell you have clarified what I think few people fail to understand. Just because someone is sitting serenely somewhere... it just goes to show that no one has ANY idea what is going through that girl's mind. I can only say that I can relate. It is amazing how few thoughts and desires and lusts people act on due to the possible repercussions...but damn girl...you spelled it all out for the rest of us. 051028 ... oren Although it is generally impossible to know what_a_typical_woman_is_thinking_about, it is generally easy to know what_a_typical_man_is_thinking_about: Boobs_beer_boobs_sports_boobs_and_boobs 051029 ... anne-girl stereotypes 051029 ... dipperwell Oh god. I am boiling over painfully. Feels too good to be lawful. 051113 ... Ouroboros i'm feeling like this blathe right now- sitting in the computer lab, working on a research paper, all the while my body flushed at memories of last night, shivering at the ghost touch of his hands in my mind 060514 ... oren See jane's entry at "cello." 060515 ... oren One of my favorite_blathes, to_be sure! 080803 ... jane my tactile sense is on overdrive 080804 what's it to you? who go blather from