I try to catch Nicky’s cloth, the blue of his shirt and to take the grin off his face.
Rachel catches Nicky’s arm instead and the alcohol is screaming for my mouth but the bottle is far too away from me.
Rachel whispers something into Nicky’s ear.
Then Nicky whispers the promise he gave Rachel and then the bottle is handed towards me and maybe my choke is like a nod and their hands land on my back as their tongues rub exactly in front of my mouth.
And I keep drinking as their hands travel to the back of my neck.
Nicky is married.
Rachel is married.
They are married to each other and I am married to myself as I keep sulking into the bottle as they start taking off each others clothes and Nicky grabs her breast as I stare into both of them and I want to leave this pub which looks like everyone wants to fuck me in it.
I leave them for a bit and I try to get out of the small town until trees would reach me but the longer I can get is to the next block and I hear Nicky and Rachel. Rachel and Nicky talk to me but instead I close my eyes and sulk, maybe a few tears get out.
Nicky is married.
Rachel is married.
They are married to each other.
And I try biting the bottle as they take one hand each, Nicky holding Rachel, Rachel holding me as I don’t give one hand to Nicky.
I try kissing Rachel and she doesn’t taste like Nicky, but I start making out with her anyway, knowing that Wire had touched her all over most likely and I bite her neck, wondering what if she could be a Wire daughter and I take another sip of vodka.
They rely on the alcohol.
I rely on the alcohol.
And I kiss her harder, not touching Nicky, raising Rachel’s shirt as we are near their house and then Nicky touches me.
I feel nothing, but I stick my tongue foreward and Nicky has an erection, I get one as well and the alcohol makes everything a stage and the strings are all over, as if I could trip over and we do trip on the floor and Nicky is on Rachel and I am drinking harder and harder watching them.
They are naked and I have a shirt on as they both lick me and I shove their heads lower and lower until I gasp and I come between their lips and they lick me clean.
I take Nick’s head as he keeps sucking me as Rachel is touching herself to me and her husband sucking me off.
It should be sexy so I thrust deeper into Nicky, him gagging a bit but I look at Rachel who is quite near and then I push my band member away and I thrust inside the woman and I fuck her until I come, the bottle gone and the liquid soaked up by the floor as Nicky takes me by the shoulders and thrusts inside me.
I am between them.
Nicky is married.
Rachel is married.
They are married to each other.
And the liquid gets soaked.
-
Thank you and I hope you enjoyed it:3
<3
Chain Smoking
Saturday, 7 April 2012
Friday, 6 April 2012
Midnight Potatoes
Jack takes a slice of pepper from me as I glance at him and the drowsy state the house is in with Alison on the couch and Kate on my bed.
He steals some more vegetables as he sits on the floor and sometimes glances at the time as if there is some other magical midnight in which we will both disappear and maybe along with the children and all the wives and the lovers.
Jack lights a cigarettes as Alison had tried all the cigars before.
He ends up taking my guitar and strumming the Hofner unplugged, signing some song which I’ve heard yesterday, maybe something long and forgotten when we both met and only he had been married.
I make midnight soup for the both of us.
We try to catch the stars and get potatoes instead, barely glancing at each other, silence being our only noise and the only touch between our bodies.
-
Sorry for the light delay but I think I'm more back on track now XD I hope you enjoyed this brief Jamie story.
I was in bed stuck thinking that I needed a plot, morning being the next day already and the idea just went in my mind, most likely me thinking of wobbling into the kitchen to get food.
Thank you
<3 new kill
He steals some more vegetables as he sits on the floor and sometimes glances at the time as if there is some other magical midnight in which we will both disappear and maybe along with the children and all the wives and the lovers.
Jack lights a cigarettes as Alison had tried all the cigars before.
He ends up taking my guitar and strumming the Hofner unplugged, signing some song which I’ve heard yesterday, maybe something long and forgotten when we both met and only he had been married.
I make midnight soup for the both of us.
We try to catch the stars and get potatoes instead, barely glancing at each other, silence being our only noise and the only touch between our bodies.
-
Sorry for the light delay but I think I'm more back on track now XD I hope you enjoyed this brief Jamie story.
I was in bed stuck thinking that I needed a plot, morning being the next day already and the idea just went in my mind, most likely me thinking of wobbling into the kitchen to get food.
Thank you
<3 new kill
Humming Television Set5
We start brushing our teeth together, maybe due to the lack of time and same alarm clock and being in the same room.
We booked a same room, not to save money, just both said the same and it’s not really a big deal now.
I glance at Daniel, but he keeps looking at his teeth in the reflection and I try to just look at mine.
But in the end we just spit out the water and I feel his hand on my back and I keep my head down as his hand travels up to my hair and I just lock my fingers together as he presses a kiss at the back of my neck.
I don’t do anything before he lets his teeth press against the skin.
“Daniel, we’re late.” For whatever we have to be, it’s like we’re sucked in a void with my own denial and desire to close my eyes and escape the future too scared even of the greatest outcome.
He bites the back of my neck harder, I open my eyes to see his eyes closed.
There is something hanging beyond explanation already and it’s too scary to face the mouth and the teeth to whom the bite belong as my thoughts a few seconds ago were to the fast shower I was intending both of us to take. I blur out the fact that we need to shower and Daniel’s teeth are on my mouth now, the water off and the shower curtain open.
I open the water and I’m the one who jumps with the icy feel and he doesn’t.
He just holds me tighter as I keep my eyes open as he kisses me, too tense until he kisses more and I ease, the explanation way too clear and the thing we are late for gone.
-
I'm very sorry for the massive delay and this chapter was actually intended to be before the previous but then my plane got delayed and the idea to stick both of them came and I hope you enjoyed both chapters.
Daniel was supposed to hold, but didn't, I usually listen to music and Baby Says by The Kills just triggered it really, uh, thank you The Kills xD :3
And thank you feel free to request further chapters!!!
<3 Humming Television Set6
We booked a same room, not to save money, just both said the same and it’s not really a big deal now.
I glance at Daniel, but he keeps looking at his teeth in the reflection and I try to just look at mine.
But in the end we just spit out the water and I feel his hand on my back and I keep my head down as his hand travels up to my hair and I just lock my fingers together as he presses a kiss at the back of my neck.
I don’t do anything before he lets his teeth press against the skin.
“Daniel, we’re late.” For whatever we have to be, it’s like we’re sucked in a void with my own denial and desire to close my eyes and escape the future too scared even of the greatest outcome.
He bites the back of my neck harder, I open my eyes to see his eyes closed.
There is something hanging beyond explanation already and it’s too scary to face the mouth and the teeth to whom the bite belong as my thoughts a few seconds ago were to the fast shower I was intending both of us to take. I blur out the fact that we need to shower and Daniel’s teeth are on my mouth now, the water off and the shower curtain open.
I open the water and I’m the one who jumps with the icy feel and he doesn’t.
He just holds me tighter as I keep my eyes open as he kisses me, too tense until he kisses more and I ease, the explanation way too clear and the thing we are late for gone.
-
I'm very sorry for the massive delay and this chapter was actually intended to be before the previous but then my plane got delayed and the idea to stick both of them came and I hope you enjoyed both chapters.
Daniel was supposed to hold, but didn't, I usually listen to music and Baby Says by The Kills just triggered it really, uh, thank you The Kills xD :3
And thank you feel free to request further chapters!!!
<3 Humming Television Set6
Wednesday, 4 April 2012
Humming Television Set4
The phone rings.
Actually everyone’s phones are ringing sometimes, most likely all are just asleep and Daniel seems to be fiddling with his mobile, putting his arm around me, ruffling my hair as I keep taking off my glasses and fixing them.
“Just calm down.” He says, a bit worried himself most likely over how red I look over the sudden wait for planes.
“No.” I start rubbing my temples.
Then the sounds morph into silence with a woman announcing our departure.
Daniel kisses my forehead.
-
A really short chapter, tease even.
What is happening to me right now, I'm being a Paul about it really XD
And I'm off to board now, actually, so will write a longer chapter in the plane hope you enjoyed this short tease really and sorry for today/yesterday's delays!!!
<3 Humming Television Set5
Actually everyone’s phones are ringing sometimes, most likely all are just asleep and Daniel seems to be fiddling with his mobile, putting his arm around me, ruffling my hair as I keep taking off my glasses and fixing them.
“Just calm down.” He says, a bit worried himself most likely over how red I look over the sudden wait for planes.
“No.” I start rubbing my temples.
Then the sounds morph into silence with a woman announcing our departure.
Daniel kisses my forehead.
-
A really short chapter, tease even.
What is happening to me right now, I'm being a Paul about it really XD
And I'm off to board now, actually, so will write a longer chapter in the plane hope you enjoyed this short tease really and sorry for today/yesterday's delays!!!
<3 Humming Television Set5
Tuesday, 3 April 2012
Stale Smoke In A Running Circle
The arm is slowly going on my neck and being trailed, well, the fingers are, slowly trailing up and down as the rear window is too cold and air is now the smell of stale beer. I just look sideways to see nothing besides my hair trailing everything on my skin, maybe making a suicide attempt, not enough alcohol was bought with the low amount of money and need to at least buy a night bus ticket.
I get out in the middle of nowhere those places which are far from London and have Waitrose somewhere tucked in the high street with pharmacies for whatever reason making their own lives and countrysides of sorts.
I sit.
I wait for another night bus, lighting a cigarette and breathing out the smoke, wondering when would the bus arrive and the smoke of beer is still stale and you cuddle yourself feeling the medicine of the night, the chill going in as a teenager walks and sits besides me.
I just keep smoking.
“Can I have a cigarette, ma’m?” He asks me, brown eyes locked on me, baggy clothing.
I nod, figuring that the age gap should be about three or so years, making him in the golden teenage years.
I light him a cigarette and give it to him. He inhales, maybe coughs a little and hides it.
“Are you from London? Not the prettiest place to be, you live here or visiting? The pub on the high street is shit.” He says now smoking or faking it real.
I just don’t do anything instead I wonder if he will continue bragging but he doesn’t.
“Are you even old enough to go in there?” I ask, chewing on my cigarette before taking a long drag, wondering what the fuck would Jamie be doing, awake or not.
“No, but they just don’t bother IDing you.” Seemed like a lie to me, but then there should be some places, I came here old enough to drink.
We don’t say anything, but I wonder if I should have asked if people were drunk on the bus or were it some type of stale beer in the end. I look up to see the stars shake and fall as I open my mouth to catch them and the teenager just sits besides me.
“I’m Alex.” He says. I’m I his first girl attempt, but instead I keep my tongue sticking out.
He thinks I’m drunk but I’m sober against the sun and I dig in my hands into the plastic bench and he keeps staring, maybe I’m a crush already or in his head I’m developing into something else. My hair is barely reaching my shoulders and it looks straight enough today and the old leather jacket is Jamie’s from many years ago which I had taken on the way out, wanting Jamie as he had been doing breakfast for the girlfriend all over.
My bus arrives but Alex takes it anyway.
We both drop the cigarettes and we’re back to the stale smoke and I see a beer can, I feel tempted to drink from the liquid but I don’t and after a while, Alex offers a can he’s got himself, his arm going around my neck and it feels like London all of a sudden only I’ve got a clingy teenager instead of a grown man.
-
I hope you enjoyed it!
<3 Stale Smoking In A Running Cirle2
I get out in the middle of nowhere those places which are far from London and have Waitrose somewhere tucked in the high street with pharmacies for whatever reason making their own lives and countrysides of sorts.
I sit.
I wait for another night bus, lighting a cigarette and breathing out the smoke, wondering when would the bus arrive and the smoke of beer is still stale and you cuddle yourself feeling the medicine of the night, the chill going in as a teenager walks and sits besides me.
I just keep smoking.
“Can I have a cigarette, ma’m?” He asks me, brown eyes locked on me, baggy clothing.
I nod, figuring that the age gap should be about three or so years, making him in the golden teenage years.
I light him a cigarette and give it to him. He inhales, maybe coughs a little and hides it.
“Are you from London? Not the prettiest place to be, you live here or visiting? The pub on the high street is shit.” He says now smoking or faking it real.
I just don’t do anything instead I wonder if he will continue bragging but he doesn’t.
“Are you even old enough to go in there?” I ask, chewing on my cigarette before taking a long drag, wondering what the fuck would Jamie be doing, awake or not.
“No, but they just don’t bother IDing you.” Seemed like a lie to me, but then there should be some places, I came here old enough to drink.
We don’t say anything, but I wonder if I should have asked if people were drunk on the bus or were it some type of stale beer in the end. I look up to see the stars shake and fall as I open my mouth to catch them and the teenager just sits besides me.
“I’m Alex.” He says. I’m I his first girl attempt, but instead I keep my tongue sticking out.
He thinks I’m drunk but I’m sober against the sun and I dig in my hands into the plastic bench and he keeps staring, maybe I’m a crush already or in his head I’m developing into something else. My hair is barely reaching my shoulders and it looks straight enough today and the old leather jacket is Jamie’s from many years ago which I had taken on the way out, wanting Jamie as he had been doing breakfast for the girlfriend all over.
My bus arrives but Alex takes it anyway.
We both drop the cigarettes and we’re back to the stale smoke and I see a beer can, I feel tempted to drink from the liquid but I don’t and after a while, Alex offers a can he’s got himself, his arm going around my neck and it feels like London all of a sudden only I’ve got a clingy teenager instead of a grown man.
-
I hope you enjoyed it!
<3 Stale Smoking In A Running Cirle2
Monday, 2 April 2012
We Start Making Love That Night
I keep knocking, a bit sleepy and the cold black air is stinging as I wrap whatever I have on my body, not opening the luggage. Jack didn’t open until for quite a while and when he did we both didn’t say anything, departing right before Jamie’s wedding, myself saying that Hince would go for me.
Kate announced she’s pregnant yesterday and I just took a plan not even bothering to continue anything, Jamie knew. After a while he called asking me not to go for Jack, saying that he loved me but not as a wife, so I just hung up again, used to not touching the eyeliner, like Katie didn’t.
“What?” Jack looks stressed and he’s in a plain sweater. After a while he gives me some jacket and we go inside under all the dim lights and shadows of both marriage and children lingering.
“I don’t love you.” And my body is shaking and I am in the corridor.
“I know. Neither.” And we both smile for a bit, maybe both not knowing what we believe but most likely we just don’t know which out of all the tastes we feel for everyone mean, we’ve lost all the name tags. He makes us tea, a humming talk show in the background as he says Karen just left and had been watching it.
He runs his hands through my hair, his hand now on my cheek, stroking it as I slowly start crying and he doesn’t move closer and I really don’t want him to. I look at Jack and in the end he makes us dinner, I keep quiet about the meat but he doesn’t give me any in the end.
We end up eating and I fall asleep on the couch watching something I cannot recall, thinking that he were to kiss me and that we board a train like in a Journey To The Past and maybe there was a war going to rise and I’m old again, it felt like it, watching Jack without anyone concrete just shadows, but in this case divorce rather than a distant life.
And I just kept watching instead of us talking wherever.
Love is lost for a word.
And we feel to old to try when I wake up, Jack’s not here, instead he walks in smoking the cigarettes he found, mine, in the kitchen and lightening them, looking down on the floor.
He looks at me.
We both break inside.
“I’m always the lover, aren’t I?” Jack just nods then shakes his head, walking closer towards me and starts kissing my neck, raising my head above our heads like the night and it falls as he reaches my lips.
Jack isn’t married, but maybe will be.
Next morning we go out, we end up having sex in the night after crawling into the bed, three am, ironic for White or maybe all the clocks show that with all the photos of his women scattered and how I just had him inside, too loud, trying to mute the man I’ve trusted and I tell Jack in the morning how he said we would get married, my hair in the plate that he washes it later.
Jack showers with me, holding me all the time, his shoulders becoming my house of residence but we still don’t say anything to each other.
We make it to sleep another time and I recall our arms touching each other and in the morning we do take a train, somewhere just to avoid calls and the life we go back to once we’re done.
I keep staring at him in the train and he stares back, we don’t say anything until we reach the little shop, strolling in, fingers touching, cutting all long loose threads we don’t even see anymore to be willing to choose our own future and our own love.
We start making love that night.
-
The title was chosen for the circle composition really and Journey To The Past is an amazing novella actually.
I hope you enjoyed it and thank you, the idea came to me when I got the request and the train came to me using the overground train.
<3
Kate announced she’s pregnant yesterday and I just took a plan not even bothering to continue anything, Jamie knew. After a while he called asking me not to go for Jack, saying that he loved me but not as a wife, so I just hung up again, used to not touching the eyeliner, like Katie didn’t.
“What?” Jack looks stressed and he’s in a plain sweater. After a while he gives me some jacket and we go inside under all the dim lights and shadows of both marriage and children lingering.
“I don’t love you.” And my body is shaking and I am in the corridor.
“I know. Neither.” And we both smile for a bit, maybe both not knowing what we believe but most likely we just don’t know which out of all the tastes we feel for everyone mean, we’ve lost all the name tags. He makes us tea, a humming talk show in the background as he says Karen just left and had been watching it.
He runs his hands through my hair, his hand now on my cheek, stroking it as I slowly start crying and he doesn’t move closer and I really don’t want him to. I look at Jack and in the end he makes us dinner, I keep quiet about the meat but he doesn’t give me any in the end.
We end up eating and I fall asleep on the couch watching something I cannot recall, thinking that he were to kiss me and that we board a train like in a Journey To The Past and maybe there was a war going to rise and I’m old again, it felt like it, watching Jack without anyone concrete just shadows, but in this case divorce rather than a distant life.
And I just kept watching instead of us talking wherever.
Love is lost for a word.
And we feel to old to try when I wake up, Jack’s not here, instead he walks in smoking the cigarettes he found, mine, in the kitchen and lightening them, looking down on the floor.
He looks at me.
We both break inside.
“I’m always the lover, aren’t I?” Jack just nods then shakes his head, walking closer towards me and starts kissing my neck, raising my head above our heads like the night and it falls as he reaches my lips.
Jack isn’t married, but maybe will be.
Next morning we go out, we end up having sex in the night after crawling into the bed, three am, ironic for White or maybe all the clocks show that with all the photos of his women scattered and how I just had him inside, too loud, trying to mute the man I’ve trusted and I tell Jack in the morning how he said we would get married, my hair in the plate that he washes it later.
Jack showers with me, holding me all the time, his shoulders becoming my house of residence but we still don’t say anything to each other.
We make it to sleep another time and I recall our arms touching each other and in the morning we do take a train, somewhere just to avoid calls and the life we go back to once we’re done.
I keep staring at him in the train and he stares back, we don’t say anything until we reach the little shop, strolling in, fingers touching, cutting all long loose threads we don’t even see anymore to be willing to choose our own future and our own love.
We start making love that night.
-
The title was chosen for the circle composition really and Journey To The Past is an amazing novella actually.
I hope you enjoyed it and thank you, the idea came to me when I got the request and the train came to me using the overground train.
<3
43 cigars we smoke on the way back
Sunday, 1 April 2012
Threesome
She has really small breasts.
Does she even need a bra as we wander in shops, both silent and trying to glue each other together due to the man we are both quite attracted.
We just drifted around, barely even saying anything and ended up going somewhere to get food, Kate barely getting anything besides a drink and in the end she got salad and meat. I wondered if she would actually vomit it or pump it out or just
She just held a fork in her hand and twirled it a bit, her hair up and I recalled her annual income.
“Did you ever do girls?” And she just swallows whatever is on the fork.
“I’d want to. I’ve kissed a few.” She keeps chewing, this time looking at me like I’m the food, I just drink and it’s not the meat. “You?”
I just shake my head.
“Y’know we can like.” And she swallows and drinks, nudging my hand and then goes silent.
It shoudn’t be too attractive, I always remember how the imagery of them having sex would come to mind on the wedding and I prayed there wasn’t a tradition I might’ve forgotten and they would do it on the cake instead of their death.
Kate eats some more and I don’t finnish my dish. I look at the one bag we both have from a vintage store.
“I’d I mean, I wouldn’t mind. Neither would Jamie. Didn’t you guys have a go?” Kate gets a bit tense, maybe it’s some hidden couple we both shagged the same person so we have the fluids?
Nothing attracts me about her and she seems like a log more like than someone with sex ideas or even plain movements.
She just stretches her hand to mine and strokes a finger.
“C’mon, will be fun. Didn’t you ever want to just-” She chews and swallows and sips water, fixes her hair. “Plainly fuck a girl and scream?”
They take my plate away.
“Any fantasy you have?” Kate asks.
“A threesome.” I blur out, thinking about even watching them have sex for a brief kiss or palm of the hand.
“Sure. If I like you in bed.” She smirks slightly.
She suggests choosing underwear.
Kate spends hours and doesn’t touch me, saying to heat it up as I ask her not to and she gives up, but most likely there is something for me.
We go back and Kate asks to change as I sit on the couch both Jamie and the child gone. I light a cigarette as her tongue is on the back of my neck.
“You think Jamie wants you, just to grab you and-” She starts taking off my shirt, stroking my chest, as I try to hold my body but
“Jamie inside you.” Kate says going in front of the couch, naked and no lingerie bought worn.
The model sits on top of me, stroking my face, saying that I was very goodlooking and that she wants to see my body.
She goes down on me.
Quite good.
But too fast, distracting me at the last moment which leaves her to go up.
Hesitation but we have sex.
On the couch and then she drags me to the bedroom where I can see all the Jamie photos and wonder how will the threesome actually be.
-
I've been keeping stories open as usual and this one is no exception I guess:3
I hope you enjoyed it and thank you
Sorry for the day delay
<3 Threesome2
Does she even need a bra as we wander in shops, both silent and trying to glue each other together due to the man we are both quite attracted.
We just drifted around, barely even saying anything and ended up going somewhere to get food, Kate barely getting anything besides a drink and in the end she got salad and meat. I wondered if she would actually vomit it or pump it out or just
She just held a fork in her hand and twirled it a bit, her hair up and I recalled her annual income.
“Did you ever do girls?” And she just swallows whatever is on the fork.
“I’d want to. I’ve kissed a few.” She keeps chewing, this time looking at me like I’m the food, I just drink and it’s not the meat. “You?”
I just shake my head.
“Y’know we can like.” And she swallows and drinks, nudging my hand and then goes silent.
It shoudn’t be too attractive, I always remember how the imagery of them having sex would come to mind on the wedding and I prayed there wasn’t a tradition I might’ve forgotten and they would do it on the cake instead of their death.
Kate eats some more and I don’t finnish my dish. I look at the one bag we both have from a vintage store.
“I’d I mean, I wouldn’t mind. Neither would Jamie. Didn’t you guys have a go?” Kate gets a bit tense, maybe it’s some hidden couple we both shagged the same person so we have the fluids?
Nothing attracts me about her and she seems like a log more like than someone with sex ideas or even plain movements.
She just stretches her hand to mine and strokes a finger.
“C’mon, will be fun. Didn’t you ever want to just-” She chews and swallows and sips water, fixes her hair. “Plainly fuck a girl and scream?”
They take my plate away.
“Any fantasy you have?” Kate asks.
“A threesome.” I blur out, thinking about even watching them have sex for a brief kiss or palm of the hand.
“Sure. If I like you in bed.” She smirks slightly.
She suggests choosing underwear.
Kate spends hours and doesn’t touch me, saying to heat it up as I ask her not to and she gives up, but most likely there is something for me.
We go back and Kate asks to change as I sit on the couch both Jamie and the child gone. I light a cigarette as her tongue is on the back of my neck.
“You think Jamie wants you, just to grab you and-” She starts taking off my shirt, stroking my chest, as I try to hold my body but
“Jamie inside you.” Kate says going in front of the couch, naked and no lingerie bought worn.
The model sits on top of me, stroking my face, saying that I was very goodlooking and that she wants to see my body.
She goes down on me.
Quite good.
But too fast, distracting me at the last moment which leaves her to go up.
Hesitation but we have sex.
On the couch and then she drags me to the bedroom where I can see all the Jamie photos and wonder how will the threesome actually be.
-
I've been keeping stories open as usual and this one is no exception I guess:3
I hope you enjoyed it and thank you
Sorry for the day delay
<3 Threesome2
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)