interrupted

this is a copy of an old post from my old blog (efx2 which then became efx2blogs). in the end, the final incarnation (efx2blogs) went down one too many times for me, so i switched to blogger. i was able to recover most of my older stuff (efx2) from archive.org. some smilies, graphics, and/or links may be missing, but you get the idea.

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i close my eyes and i am laid bare
no secrets
no pretenses
all of me, wanting all of her
above me
on me
IN me
my mouth on hers
her skin against mine
caressing me
FUCKING me

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that bit has been rumbling around in my head for awhile now, so i thought i'd give it a little life. i'm minding my own business, on my lunch break, and in walks my boss, says something to piss me off, gets that condescending tone when i answer him and walks out. so thats it, the hot scene i was replaying in my head which served as the inspiration for what was shaping up to be a tasty tidbit is up in smoke. *poof*
FUCKER!

in un-related news, i'm still trying to decorate around here. i still don't like the way it looks yet.

Edit:
a bit of background info: when i am envisioning little scenarios such as the one above (either replaying them or planning the next one) i always tell wifey that i have visions of sugar plum fairies dancing in my head.
so the reason for the edit to my post? i'm sitting here thinking about my postus interruptus and what comes on my yahoo radio? the nutcracker suite. mind you, it was the valise des fleurs (waltz of the flowers) and not the sugar plum fairies. still appropriate nonetheless.
just thought i'd share. carry on.

I'm feeling: pissed Listening to: classical music