Today's Lesson Is TopographyToday's Lesson Is Topography11 years ago in Erotic More Like This
Hey, tonight's lecture is on topography. Lie back and let me navigate, I've got all the maps. I will lead you down a course, discoursing as we go about those damn fool nights of two shots too many. Tonight's lecture is no story, song, or rhyme but a lesson in math of the wildest kind. The geometry in our curves bends like so. Watch your footing.
Now, I've got some graphs for your ears which require closer examination.
I knew a dead girl once. Upon meeting her in that dark corner of Serengatto's (it means something in one of those love languages of romance lands) she said
"Do you remember dying?"
and I said
"First I'd like to remember living
lets return to this communiqué
once we find the ground."
I had never played words with a dead girl before.
We made visual love there, on those too small seats of Serengatto's, our eyes conjoining in ways profane and delightful. So I knew her methods and wily means before we even said hello, or what passes for that in these parts. It was
PubertyAsh, why wont you talk to us, sweetheart? Mom asked me with a smile. She leaned forward and touched a hand to my arm, smiling like all mothers do when they want to sweet talk you into doing something for them. You know were all here for you. Were not here to judge you. Just tell us everything that happened, Ash. Youre really worrying us.Puberty7 years ago in General More Like This
Its starting to get annoying, Ash! That was from my rival Gary. Because when youre throwing a calm, quiet intervention, you should bring your sons childhood rival who spent most of his life figuring out ways of tripping you into the mus. Could you just open up your fat mouth and answer us?
First of all, Im not fat, and Garys a jerk. Next, Im not going to talk. They all have that same stupid idea in their heads that Im going to open me mouth and speak even though I havent for a while now. Its not going to happen because they
Illusion of LifeIllusion of Life9 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
The quarter moon hung in the sky, bright against the black velvet background of the early night. It was a winter moon, low and large, and had risen early. A figure slender sat almost unnoticed on the concrete wall that lined the entrance to the T Station, as they called the subway in the Northeastern town. A man's black fedora was pulled low over her face, a sharp contrast to the thick shining blonde hair that hung loose beneath, save the small braid in the back woven with dull silver beading. A bomber jacket of black leather with a collar of matching fur topped the long legs garbed in black jeans. Her hands, delicate and petite, were covered in leather gloves trimmed at the cuffs also with fur, both the same color as the jacket. Through eyes of dark gold the figure peered at the passerby's, watching them, listening to them, occasionally canting her head ever so slightly as to allow her a better view of one that peaked her interest, but only for a moment. Then once more the