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My world did that thing again, where my eyes shook a bit and it rotated just a few degrees. Fucking inner-ear balancing bullshit. This happened two nights ago, in our living room in Texas, around 10 at night. A year and a half of careful, calculated avoidance of that lovely lady who sat at the bottom of the bottles in our pantry.

The rain pattered softly against the window. She was lithe, dark skin, and a smooth talker. I put my hands in my hair and muttered to my partner, coming through the doorway of the hall, "Why didn't you stop me? The following is written with my own memories, and edited for clarity, truthfulness, and to remove unnecessary dialogue by my partner. " She sat lightly on the arm of the chair, her tight black shirt against her skin, her dark pants creased.

Still in one piece, so perfect. "Sweetie," she said soothingly, "You've always stopped yourself from drinking too much since we lost the&. I'm already having trouble with the stuff from a few months ago. Still dressed from work. It tasted of vanilla, fruit, late nights, shaving in the mirror with a straight razor, and a guitar gently crying into the darkness.

If I get drunk, I'll forget. " I felt that rising tide inside my chest, sadness and tears threatening to spill over. Words flashed through the air in front of me. The taste of the bourbon on my lips was so sweet. " "I keep seeing things again," I said, lifting my head. "From the deepest chest," I breathed out, barely audible.

I'll fucking forget them. Today would break a string of sobriety that had lasted a year and a half. " "I know, I know," I said through gritted teeth, "I can't forget anything. I blinked, trying to get it to focus, before looking to her eyes. " She put a hand, so gentle, against my back. The whole room shuddered, and the lights all shifted around.

Her touch cascaded over my bare shoulders, my chest, my neck. Eyes that lifted you up. "Maybe what you need isn't clearer eyes. " my free porn cams Maybe you just need brighter memories. She always had been able to calm me. " She stood, and walked around the arm of the chair to stand in front of me. Her touch sent rivers, cooling, out.

"I keep seeing things. I set the bottle down and groaned. In the event you loved this information and you want to receive more info with regards to sex live porn kindly visit the web-page. The world was quiet here. "You've talked endlessly about the bottle as if it was a friend who wronged you. "You've been so obsessed with what you can control. I took another breath. A ribbon of pale skin grew wider, her taut stomach shifting as she moved.

" She took another step forward. Her coolness still lingered on my shoulders, pooling above my collarbones. Her hips, wide, calling for my fingers. " She pulled upwards, over herself. Her ribcage, her breasts, heavy and full, her collarbones so sharp like ivory, her lithe arms, her neck like a ring missing its jewel, her face again, the shirt dropping behind her, a curtain in the breeze, a totem of herself, a black flag waving in the wind.

It's what's inside of you that comes out. " She took the bottom hem of her shirt. And you aren't even that drunk. You get drunk the same way. A pool in the rock, asking you to jump in and forget the heat burning your lungs.

"You said it yourself: There is no happy liquor or sad liquor or angry liquor. I flexed my chest and back, checking it. You're exhausted right now, that's all. " "Because you're afraid if you drink you will. I forget things since the accident. " "No I fucking don't, why would I want to&.

Bruised shoulders, knotted muscles, cut arms. Tokens from working too hard. Are we just going in circles? Because I think there's a part of you that wants to forget. Ignorance would be easier, after all. " "Because I might forget. The earth kept turning, slowly slipping into evening.

" The earth turned some more. I could feel it now, like it was slowly shifting under me and a larger body was actually pulling me towards it. Could someone smarter than me finally figure out what makes gravity work? I couldn't see her face well, the light didn't cast quite right. The earth turned a bit more.

"I think you could be. I swore at it under my teeth. " "You know I'm right. " She stepped and knelt in front of me, her chin on my knees. You pass out when you're too drunk. Ones that you won't forget as easily. But another part wants to remember. Or maybe, if I lay down, I could fall up forever and escape this. " "You forget things, or they leave you?

"Make brighter memories. Stop arguing, apathy isn't sexy. " "That's not exactly up to me&. " "It is and you know it. " She sat up, and slid her pants low on her hips. " She put her hands on my thighs. I make memories that glow brighter so I can be a manic-depressive drunk again? Her gentle voice stopped me.

I felt a sob well in my throat. I liked that you, not the sad you. " She slid her hands up slowly. "You've pulled away from your other partners. You used to take action. "We make memories that you can't forget. Then you forget the rest. I felt tears start to flow, hot and salty down my face.

I couldn't look as she pulled my cock out. She pulled my pants down slowly, revealing my soft boxer briefs. The lights dimmed as my eyes closed. The world spun as she gently lowered my underwear. You haven't called up Lauren or Jacob in three weeks. " She grabbed the hem of my pants.

I leaned my head back and let the tears flow down. The rain drummed on the roof. The room shook as her hand gently caressed me, petting me. I felt her hot breath quicken, and the world turned faster for me. The force beyond the earth pulled me upwards now. "Stop fighting whatever you're irritated with. The rain sped up, harder now.

She always touched my cock like it was something precious, or valuable. A cold glass to hold against my forehead when I got off of work at midnight. Like I was worth something. I could befriend the bottle again. Gentle motions, sending shivers up my spine. Her breasts, so soft and heavy, full and deep, cradling my dick and gently massaging it.

My chest rose slightly, but she kept me down. I wept as her warm chest enveloped me. I would remember this. I moaned her name as she held me in her chest, those life-giving breasts around me. I gasped as I felt a sensation I hadn't in days sweeping through me. Not rubbing up and down, but holding and pressing around it.

I felt a heat flush through my chest, my spine, my hipbones. I felt the cool air on my shaft as she pulled her chest off, but only for a second. The tears ran, silent, as I felt her gently knead and caress my shaft, moving up to the head to trace her fingers around it, then back down, past the bottom to cup and cradle my balls. I felt like myself again.

She enveloped me, and I sank into her. I felt her lips, warm and full, kiss underneath my head. I tried to nod, but the world was turning again and the rain was tapping a beat to a song I hadn't quite finished, so I just moaned quietly. And here I am, days later, the cool of a November morning.

I could hear it in her voice as she asked me if I enjoyed this. Wine on stage while I played guitar. The gravity pulling me to heaven. Pure lust, like crystal water, flowing through my beaten bones. I felt the tears stop.

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