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Yes, It’s Real
Last night, I was sitting in an aeroplane, next to the window.
Blue was outside the window.
I looked around, craning my head
At the half empty flight.
As I looked to my right, Elle sat down next to me.
I looked at her, but she didn’t look at me.
She was wearing a lot of light blue.
As I looked at her, she reached out with her left hand
And grabbed my penis
Through my slack jeans.
My heartrate immediately
Spiked as I felt myself go
Hard under her grasp.
She pulled out my penis,
Looked at me, and bent her
Blonde head down towards my lap and
began to suck on my penis. It was warm, and wet.
I could actually feel something.
At this point I thought something was wrong,
So I performed a reality check as my heart continued to
Pound and Elle’s head moved up and
Down on me.
Everything seemed solid.
The airplane lights,
The cold cabin-pressurised air,
That closed in sense you get in your legs
Was like being on an aeroplane.
I began to relax and I smiled as I looked down at her head.
Everything was ok. We could be together.
I was allowed to love her. I was allowed to kiss her.
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And with the most wretched,
jarring,
wrenching sensation of my life,
the morning light shining
through the crack
in my curtains
slammed
me awake.
My dick was rock solid.
I turned over, to face the wall.
Despair unfolded spidery legs from the back of my head
To envelop my thoughts just as it had the day before.
It 'tis funny...
That even in dreams we cannot find our release,
and in the end we are left yearning,
and craving more then when we first hit the pillow to venture off somewhere other then here.
Funny, I just had this conversation with someone yesterday.
My, my what bold lines.
^.-
Loved this!
& It 'tis so nice to see you writing again. <3
"We are, Each of us angels with only one wing, and we can only fly by embracing one another." -Luciano De Crescenzo
Yeah.
I've had to take pills to start sleeping at the correct time of day. They give me these vivid dreams.
I honestly wish I had never had this one. Knowing that I had to face the day after it, sent me far down and overall bound me to an even greater extent in the chains I have made for myself. In truth I wish at lot of things that happened recently hadn't happened.
But I'm glad you liked it. At least if I can fashion something worthwhile out of all this... well, "Only connect", as Forster put it.
I should be writing fairly frequently now. Things have changed for me recently, and I'm trying to get back to where they were. It should give me more time to not have to work to deadlines. Thanks for the comment Ashes. I really liked the poem/narrative you wrote recently, I promise I'll comment on it soon.
"Satellite's gone
up to the skies.
Thing like that drive me
out of my mind.
I watched it for a little while:
I love to watch things on TV." - Lou Reed