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Mayfuck me, she says.
fuck me, she says.fuck me, she says.the words escape from her tinned-cranberry mouth (the kind of artificial red that makes your eyelids shudder at its obscenity) before she can bite her lower lip.
her breasts will soon follow, spilling from her lacy black brassiere (whose cheap fabric was so rough she couldn’t have kept it on anyway).
her tongue will already taste like too much vodka and friday night regrets before it wraps itself around yours.
fuck me, she says.
there is an imperiousness in the way she says it, the syllables colliding with her upper palate, sharp as a whipcrack.
she’ll girdle your eager waist with her almighty thighs, your eyes and your hands will venerate her like the Greek goddess she is.
in return, her nails will claw and scribble passion on the skin of your bare back.
fuck me, she says.
it begins wrapped in a guilty whisper and it trails into an animal scream that tears the clothing off the moonless night.
she’ll accept every bruise you give her on bent knees and open arms, with her widened eyes begging and pleading for more.
she’ll let you claim her- with the dew-like sweat that stains her skin, with your entwined fingers that hold her wrists back, with the way you muffle her moans as you strangle her.
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MayAnything we can do for this lovely lady would be appreciated.
Hi! My name is Meredith Darnell. I am an undergraduate English student and I am currently engaged in a rhetorical analysis project concerning Tumblr writers. As a fervent participant in this community myself (and recent contributor to Sexetry), I would be honored if you all could lend me some insight! I’m impressed and touched by your commitment to organizing a space like Sexetry where writers can converge.
Here’s a bit from my abstract to give you an idea: “My examination of Tumblr will expose rhetorical techniques used by popular writers in order to cultivate their “following” or readership. My analysis will cover the structure of Tumblr’s creative writing community in light of Tumblr’s layout as a whole, the construction of individual blogs, writer participation, reader participation and aspects of socialization… My arguments will borrow a few core tenants of Lanham’s Economics of Attention; I will observe and analyze Tumblr as possessing its own version of attention economics.” Through this project, I hope to inform my own techniques behind expression. On a deeper level, I hope to illuminate the tensions and correlations between a private space and a global sphere in this creative, digital setting. And, I aim to understand the relationship between popularized content and the community: what do Tumblr writers and readers seek from each other? What is our community’s goal?
I will potentially conclude that Tumblr reconciles our private and public spaces; understanding a writer’s rhetoric will serve as cement between them and expose why certain stylistic elements and contents rise to popularity, while the community aims to support each other’s writing processes. Upon concluding, I am certain that I will become a more fulfilled Tumblr writer (and hopefully gain a larger following =]). If you are interested in my project, I would love it if you could answer a series of questions. Perhaps you’ll learn something about yourself too! I look forward to hearing from you soon. Happy writing!!
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MayLyrics from the Bedroom: The Hive
Collect my golden dripsin your glass jar to prize
upon a shelf, careful not
to tip the rim; this harvest’s
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Smooth, like amber wealth
found inside my honey comb,
Your eyes they’re carmelized;
My veins buzz, I’m your Queen Bee.
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MayA Poetic Inquisition
I’m as guilty as the next guy
whenever we have a dramatic conversation,
my eye contact sails south to your breasts,
‘cuz my eyes, they do desire to throw upon
where the winds of my heart do blow upon,
and it’s pretty easy to hide,
by throwing my glance aside.So what does it assuage,
when the women I engage,
in standing conversation, repeatedly
bounce their eye contact heatedly
between my eyes of blew
and my crotch askew
as that’s a hard thing to hide. -
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MayRough
She’s a wicked temptress,
a seductive tease—
my little one, on her hands and knees,
smiling ‘neath my heavy hand,
her ass upturned to please.
She fosters my ire,
my smoldering fire,
to feed her own carnal greed.
I return her smile,
pounding all the while,
enamored with the beast I’ve freed. -
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MayAmatheia
When her charm had struck
the approach was quick,
my lips to anxious
wrists and backs of knees.
Thighs and hips
were anchored,
but our bodies pitched,
tossing till this
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MayThe curvature of the breast,
in a rainy meadow’s best
as it rises it’s face
with a quickening pace,
tilting and quivery,
waiting for delivery
of sweet flowers in a bonnet,
with the fire of an entering comet
sending a releasing ripple,
As tongue moves to nipple
with circles it traces,
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May"Her eyes spoke with an
innocence her parted
thighs would never
comprehend."- (via graciouswords)(via graciouswords)
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MayBed
When we run out of paper
our pens dry with diligence,
let’s sit on canvas, bed sheets.
I’ll write poetry with my tongue
(it will never run out)
scratch prose into my back
(it will never fade away).
(via callmeshea)
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AprWhat’s in Store for the Nice Guy (aka the complete gentleman who has opened doors, offered his coat, and hasn’t kissed me after four lovely dates)
Interminable tingling, constant nervous smiles,
We talk about everything but what’s happening here and now
Warmth growing from within, anticipation builds,
We can take our time
But for now you’ll let me wonder
What will subtle grazes and your gentle touch become?
Luckily I have a vivid imagination.
I can wait to feel your lips on mine, tongues exploring
I’ll wait for strong hands pulling me in,
Setting fire to my skin.
Deep brown eyes boring into mine,
Fingers on my neck, my waist, my hips.
Once you start, I won’t stop you know, I lack the will.
Your pull is a magnetic one I already feel.
But I can wait to feel your weight
The pressure of your warm body,
Hard against mine
When you want me, I’ll be ready
Lay me down and hold me close
Trace my shape with your hands and lips
My back arched with desire,
See what happens next.
Take my breasts in your mouth,
Let your fingers wander south
Feel my legs wrap around you
Let our embrace astound you
Heightened senses, skin glistens and glows,
Surge into me, deep and close
Until I can’t take anymore, and then some.
But don’t worry about us, the best is yet to come.
(Anonymous Submission)
