Find a way to turn your storm into hers. Energy is not delivered without direction; pinpoint your entry and strike deliberately. Each touch becomes lightning when you are a force of nature. From divine lips to her hips, do not miss a chance to make her your doll, even if only for the moment.
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Intimidation of self-reconciliation manifesting as a conflagration of humiliation leads to instances of exacerbation of trepidations.
Tik, Tok, Tik, Tok, mortality runs around the clock. Her sleepless nights of endless flights through rose-tinted fields of thoughts.
She verifies he terrifies her story’s fragile plot. The protagonist taunts her chalice with a lustful analogous trot. He walks along her flowing stream and finds a cozy cot. Inside this cot, her mind distraught, by what? He knows not.
For he never knew her, her dreams were never his. Twelve years their adventure, four kisses and two kids. Her surprise was his demise, his curiosity piqued. He leaned in to offer a kiss, he received her cheek. She was not expecting visitors, and what a sight to see; the man before her, with her ring on, did not possess the key.
A conflagration of humiliation licks the moonlit sky. Memories forgotten, memories divine. Endless buckets from the stream, he tried to save it all. He sent the fuel to the fire, answering it’s call.
A nostalgic glance amongst her past saw him on his knees. She couldn’t help but shed a tear as she met the trees.
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As I move forward into my creative writing exercises, I want to try and write in different tones and voices. In “Losing The Plot”, I tried to bring a sing-song cadence to a story of a man and woman experiencing two different, parallel lives on slightly different planes of existence. He, finding her mental cottage but he’s unable to peer inside. Her, inside her space, expecting He at the door but She instead finding a man who no longer had the way inside.
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I’m a 33 year old male who would like to continue to explore creative writing as an outlet. I’ve dabbled in the past in a variety of mediums and intentions, including literotica, craigslist, tumblr and reddit. I’ve always found written word to be very powerful and am excited to resuscitate this element of myself!
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/o9m70h/musings_self_and_losing_the_plot_mf