marionlibrarian:

erospainter:

“So many books, so little time.”  ― Frank Zappa

Indeed.

marionlibrarian:

erospainter:

“So many books, so little time.”
Frank Zappa

Indeed.

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DeplorableRuminations

DeplorableRuminations

i was a little boy. i had this vivid dream. i was in a big house. one presumably my mom was cleaning that day. it was a luxurious mansion ornamented in classic architecture and art, with long drapes and many stairs to unknown areas. a haze filled the air. streaks of light cut through the dusty air across the vast space and highlighting the stairs that went in so many directions, like an mc escher painting.

i took one of these stairs, ended up on a random floor somewhere. i followed a faint light, a diffused natural light coming from a room where a door was slightly cracked open. there was a girl. older than me, but still young. she glowed in that light that came from behind the lace curtains, a lace similar to what she was wearing. she layed in a big plush luxurious bed, fluffy pillows, a comforter like a cloud around this heavenly creature. With all that light, I could barely see her, only outlines on her face. she looked almost sleepy, but perfectly awake, her eyes squinting but not from the light in the room. she smiled, her lips just slightly curled at the edges. i joined her on that cloud, i floated with her until i awoke.

20 years later i remember that dream, my first sex dream. that was the first time i realized lust, the first time i understood the face of desire. ive had a few reoccurances of that dream, always looking for the girl. i could never find her in that maze of a mansion, i could never remember the right stairs to the right floor to the right room. i never saw her again.

im still looking for her.

this blog is a manifestation of my sexual frustrations. it is an outlet for these deplorable urges.

i love to engage in sexual discourse, so please message me! or you can email me at deplorableruminations@gmail.com.
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