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Just a Whisper in My Ear The Library is excited to welcome a very promising newcomer next. He describes himself as an “analog man in a digital time” and “a romantic with a wandering eye.” Stepping onto the dais to make his Library
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raininjuarez: You can dress her up. You can take her out. Sometimes combining the two can be problematic. Or not.
raininjuarez: Of course they’ll see.
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raininjuarez: This is what I want, angel. This is my oxygen Not the lower-case “o,” that rolling, sweet, gentle, climax Not the one in the theater balcony, hushed and furtive, your happiness known by the stifled little-girl whimpers and the puddle
raininjuarez: The best worst most exhilarating confusing promising threatening debilitating paralyzing frightening exciting depressing ecstatic, stultifying, thrilling, aggravating, soul-nourishing, soul-crushing thing about life is that it is utterly
raininjuarez: I refused to talk about her because I didn’t want to share. Like keeping your corner bar a secret. ‘Who was I with? Oh, no one you’d know.’
raininjuarez: Today? Today I want to knead you. I want the space between us to vanish, for your senses and my senses to converge — to lose their separate identities and become our senses. Today I want your skin. [Please do not remove the text
raininjuarez:She needed him in so many ways But what she needed more than anything was his strength. His assurance. She loved the dance, but she needed him to lead.
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raininjuarez: Idle hands are the devil’s workshopBusy hands his favorite tools. And he takes such pride in his work
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raininjuarez: Anticipation is the most perfect torture.
raininjuarez: I do so hope that being devoured is a goal of yours.
raininjuarez: There was a deliberate self-assuredness to him, and she wasn’t sure at first whether she liked it. Every gesture, every word, every action felt calculated, natural, inevitable. When he touched her that first time – as his fingers traveled
raininjuarez: She first met him on that painfully clear fall day on campus, sitting on the steps outside of Fordham Hall. She had chestnut hair and a lemon yellow cardigan and that sweet, penetrating Honor Society smile, and she still smelled of her
raininjuarez: Sometimes, the feral cannot be restrained
raininjuarez: … and I will read your skin the pretty, happy parts the passages that read of pleasure and indulgence the accounts of old battles and hard-won wounds with my fingers and my tongue I will come to study the story of your life it’s past
raininjuarez: “Tell me what you’re thinking” she asked. “Tell me what’s on your mind.”
raininjuarez: Did I say I wanted just part of you? I thought I’d made myself clear.
raininjuarez: They were your secrets They are now my possessions
raininjuarez: Kiss it. Make it feel better
raininjuarez: She’s a smart girl. A quick and facile wit But in order to engage that beautiful mind, she needs to be given a goal — a task to accomplish. In college, the lady in the placement office said she needed direction Sometimes, she still
raininjuarez: I just want to hold your hand. Is that so wrong?
raininjuarez: In Praise of “Before” “During” needs no press agent. During is why our species exists. During is hard sliding deep into soft. During is cause and effect. During is call and response. During is primal, elemental, ecstatic.
raininjuarez: gently. slowly. with deliberation.
raininjuarez: “Whatever are you going to do with me, when you have me to yourself,” she teased coyly. “I am going to do soft things, pretty things, sweet things. Tender and gentle things And hard, relentless, remorseless, vicious
raininjuarez: Possessed.
raininjuarez: The pace was a perfect oscillation He fucked her with metronomic precision. Methodical and calculated And maddening She wanted more More, faster, harder He could feel it in the twitch of her hips to meet him The need for more was thick
raininjuarez: She wore it because I asked her to And I asked her to because it seemed so beautifully, so profoundly, so hopelessly futile It was not clothing; it was an announcement … an endorsement … a beacon drawing eyes to the form it caressed.
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raininjuarez: To be wanted To be possessed
raininjuarez: There is a word, I am sure, to express the craving I feel, and the vacuum her absence leaves, but the ones I know are inadequate to the task. There is a word that would capture the pleasure, the thrill, the undiluted joy she gives, but
raininjuarez: Slowly I could rush it. I could bury myself with one twitch of the hips, a hard, swift stab. I could suddenly sink in that dark, hot treasure. In an instant, I could be in you down to the root and grinding. I could take your sweet
raininjuarez: Blue Songs are like tattoos You know I’ve been to sea before Crown and anchor me Or let me sail away
raininjuarez:Today’s questions:Are you happier now?Have the empty places been made whole?Is your life more fulfilling?In retrospect, are there things you might have done differently?Is it too late to retrace that ground?No … is it really too late,
raininjuarez: She’s flame in my veins [Please do not remove the text from this post. Thank you]
raininjuarez: A man’s reach should exceed his grasp Or what’s a heaven for?
raininjuarez: Firsts The first time she sighs for me The first time she whimpers The first time she drips from my fingers The first time her eyes close, her brain supersaturated, too much information, and she has to focus every neuron on her pleasure
raininjuarez: She has a public beauty. The one she shares with you, on the street and in the shops and when she is at work. Her luminous skin, her radiant smile. All the tapers and the curves and the things she sets gently in motion. Hints beneath
raininjuarez: You underestimate yourself. You haven’t really tested your limits. I will.
raininjuarez: A goal without a plan is just a wish. ― Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
raininjuarez: She was a fucking mess, Which is, of course, the very best kind. And I was responsible, for which I was proud. Justly, I think. A fucking mess. Sore. Abraded. Panting. Eyes closed. A beautiful, depleted mess. [Please do not remove
raininjuarez: No, no, no. I don’t want to “fuck the shit” out of my pretty girl – a juvenile phrase I never understood, and the last thing I’d want to happen.No, I want to fuck the life out of her.From my pretty, pretty girl, I want to eliminate
raininjuarez: She was bound to learn patience. At the wrists, her arms outstretched, and at the ankles, spread wide. At the bar earlier that evening, as she complained about the frustrations of waiting endlessly for her hair-brained co-workers to finish
raininjuarez: We can be late. We’ve something more important to do.
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