Ok I got bored and horny today so i wrote this short fiction inspired by actor Theo James of the Underworld and Bedlam
What? I asked while folding his underwear. The evening was warm and the last golden light of the summer sun spilled into the room. Theo, a man of 24 and the love of my dreams, was in the kitchen eating ice cream. I was trying to humor him about the conference that got cancelled due to bomb threats. He was in a grumpy mood. But that’s my love. I don’t want him in any other way. I went to him and ran my hand on his hair that was getting wild. He nudged my leg a little s I eased myself and kiss his cheek then tasted the sweet vanilla flavour on his lips. He grunted a little as I felt the combination of smoothness and manly strength of his body. We don’t have to stay here. Let’s go out tonight.
Is that ok with you? He asked and I am once again drowning at the intensity of his dark brown eyes. I have to admit, it’s been a year but I could never ever resist his great sexy appeal. There were times when I just lost it and I found myself giving him a satisfying blow job until he came in my mouth and I feel his essence sliding down my throat as his body trembled. The noises Rocky made woke me up from my day dream and I gently let go and blushed. He reached out and held my hand. I love you. He whispered. I said I love you too and went back to what I was doing.
The night embraced us like a cocoon as we made our way to the city. Walking with him was always an adventure. Our strides were fast but easy. I had to keep up with his long legs. But walking behind him gave me the pleasure to observe his graceful movements. But as usual he’d say hurry up! Ah still impatient. This lover of mine.
We turned around a cornet when we heard the whispering sounds. They sounded human but the kind you get when you turn the volume of the stereo high enough that you hear the surface of sound. He stood still and pulled me to warn me. I gave him a signal that I also noticed. Soon we saw eyes in the darkness looking at us with great malice. They look like cat people. They started moving around us. My heart was beating. Tim never looked bothered. His instinct was sharp. So was his body.
Prepare to fight! One of the cat people hissed. His voice was not as scary as we thought. It was throaty in a cat way. These monsters never appreciate the fact that Theo and I were doing detective work in the field of paranormal. Think of Moulder and Scully. We had been investigating the disappearance of rabbits all over the city. The owners were never happy and they demanded explanation. And for things above the ordinary, that’s our job.
Attack! All the cat people in different shapes sizes and colors jumped on us. Theo offered his first martial arts kick which sent one of them flying and landing into a garbage can with a bang. This is ridiculous! He remarked laughing as we sent the cat people flying all over. They were not so big after all. And orange one with brown spots ran towards us purring with claws ready to strike. While Theo used his arms to defend himself, the cat man maneuvered his leg so that Theo fell. He supported the fall with his two hands and then delivered his judo leg grip on the creature’s neck and maneuvered it so the creature landed on its right face. Meeeaaawwww! Two more came and I fought them. Soon they were scrambling on their asses and then disappeared.
That was fun! He laughed and picked me up. We brushed the dust off our clothes and started laughing.
What the hell was that?
I know it’s so ridiculous. He said. Then we hugged and headed into a nearby restaurant.
I will be in trouble when my online bf knows I accepted a job offer from his online rival. Yes I got a new job and boss and this boss happens to be cute.
The last time someone said 'I need to tell you something' he slept with another man. Lines like that sound foreboding because if it is a good news then they would just tell you outright. I hate secrets.
I hate the fact that the only way to get rid of the feelings you have for one person is to find someone to replace it. I find it shallow. But it is the only way that WORKS. It seems that no matter how hard I try to forget him, I still love him. It will destroy me if I can't do anything about it. And I need to do what I must do.
Since i am now in an open relationship, I realize I should give dating a priority. I like Caucasian men. That is always the first thing I think about. Personalities follow. Then there is brains and talent. I am working to move to Europe. Maybe Scotland or Ireland. I heard most guys are uncut over there. I like uncut men.
One thing that a guy can rely on in terms of virility is......a freshly squeezed orange juice any time of the day. Vitamin C creates high sperm count. Science has proven that the taste of semen depends on your diet. The Norwegian guy who was my first love used to smoke and drink a lot of beer. So his semen tasted like a minty tobacco with faint traces of beer. If you want your semen to taste good then one recommendation is lots and lots of raspberry or simply orange juice. Good luck!!!
My my, how would you feel when the person you treated as a friend turned out to be a snake? Another terrible update about our 'it girl' here. I think the two should just burn in hell: http://www.nydailynews.com/entertainment/gossip/kristen-stewart-cheating-scandal-director-rupert-sanders-wife-liberty-ross-tweets-wow-deactivates-twitter-account-article-1.1121914
I got a message in facebook from a friend who is a friend of my ex. He told me that I have been working too hard writing too many updates on one of my music blogs that I am probably burying my audience with too much info. Which is true by the way. I have lost 70 percent of my readership this week. I think I am over compensating for the fact that something is wrong with my situation. I have been too emotional today. On the other hand I have no plans communicating with anyone in the circle right now. So I didn't answer him nor thank him. I don't think it is time yet. And as for that blog. I will quit writing for now. I will just pour my emotions on this one. Less harm. Less people. Less pain.
I can't sympathize with people who cheat no matter how angelic they present themselves to the public. They cheated. That's not angelic. It never came as a shock to me when I heard that Kristin Stewart cheated on Rob Pattinson. I don't think she ever loved that poor guy. He was too 'good' for her. Girls like her want their men rough, older and married. Of course the gay guy who had an affair with my bisexual ex got his heart broken by a married man before that. Good for him, he now found someone to love .Not wit my ex. It's a guy who divorced his wife. Of course that's another guy who is married before. It seems we always get fixated on something no matter how much we want to call it 'love'. I call it itch. I think I am whacked in the head for falling for someone who eventually cheated on me. Poor Rob, I think I know what he is going through right now. And being in the media doesn't make it easier. They will prey on her. On both of them.
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