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Me when you say anything
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this reminds me of my favorite comment I’ve ever made on this site
(also reposting because yes to the original question, but that’s neither here nor there)
anyways:
I’ll never forget that review of one of my stories that claimed that my use of the second-person perspective was discriminatory. Like, has this person ever played a video game? Or a RPG? Are they completely unable to inhabit another POV? I am baffled as to that level of empathetic disconnect. Sure, if you don’t like what I’ve written, leave a one star review. Or if it’s not to your taste, just don’t read it. But to claim an entire writing technique is morally objectionable - without any kind of explanation or references - is unhelpful to say the least.
I look pretty cute when you take my glasses off.
And turn off the light. And leave the room. And close the door.
Honestly, dude, like why the fuck, Are you telling me all about your dumb cybertruck? Oh, you wanna get head while it's on full self drive? M'kay, thanks, but I think I'd rather stay alive,
‘Cause really that's not the way I want to go out, Dead in a wreck with a tech bro's dick in my mouth, The morbid punchline to a transphobe's joke, Can't see the dumpster fire but I can sure smell the smoke,
So many red flags you'd run a bull ragged, Your rizz is no show and your chat is kinda vapid, And I don't care about the looks-maxxers you think are your friends, So take your braggadociousness and slide back out of my DMs.
Uh, excuse me but FUCK YES
Why have I got notifications of folk liking posts of mine that I don’t recall ever posting?
Small tender beauties are a solace against the horrors we must endure.
His voice was rich, with an easy warmth and timbre that made me think of a cello. When he spoke it was like each vowel was dipped in honey. And I was hungry for them.
"Pay attention now:
I hunger for your sleek laugh, your hands the color of a savage harvest, hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails –"
"God," he paused and peered over the top of the book. "Isn't that just delicious? 'The pale stones of your fingernails'. So evocative."
He grinned, lifting the book towards his face once more and continued reading:
"I want to eat your skin like a whole almond."
He paused again, softly chuckling to himself. "What do you think of that, hmm?"
It was challenging to respond with two of his fingers idly exploring the wetness of my mouth. He withdrew them, a string of saliva snapping against my chin. I murmured a series of wet vowels, my mouth stretched wide by the medical-grade jaw spreader inserted between my teeth.
Should I do a part two? Let me know