A foul-mouthed, foul-brained aspiring screenwriter lives, copes, and complains.
Monday, January 19, 2009
Hazy Cerebralness
There are New York pizza places in Los Angeles, but are there Los Angeles taco places in New York? And what the fuck is in Chicago? (Is this an original thought? Am I blazing trails like red pubic hair?)
“Think vividly,” he told me. I was supposed to be asleep but suddenly I was in his bed in nothing but my bra and panties. How did I get here? He had my arms pinned over my head at the wrists with his left hand. Didn’t even need to apply any pressure. He was more than twice my weight. I knew better than to try and fight him, not that I wanted to. His right hand spread my legs apart so he could slide in between. He was still in a t-shirt but his jeans were off. As he rubbed himself between my legs, I could feel his cock harden. I wrapped my legs around him to pull him closer. He jerked away. “Did I give you permission to move?” he demanded. I was stunned to silence. Like a scolded little girl I recoiled underneath him. He smiled. He was getting off on this. He started to lightly trace my inner thigh with is finger. I wondered if I was allowed to breathe. His touch wandered up over my panties. The sensation of the heat of his fingers and the lack of his skin to my skin was making me squirm. I couldn’t help it. I let out the smallest cry. His finger moved up to my stomach and slowly over my bra, then traced it’s way up my neck until he held my face in his hands. He moved his mouth to my ear as I gasped in anticipation. I wanted to feel his mouth, his tongue, his teeth. Instead I felt his breath as he said, “You can wriggle and writhe and beg and cry, but I’m not touching you tonight anywhere you want to be touched… I mean really touched.” “I thought I was going to tease you tonight,” I countered. “I know you did. Which is exactly why you don’t get to.” With an ease of strength, he flipped me over, never losing his grip on my wrists. Now he was behind me, on top of me. I couldn’t see his face, just felt him breathing close to my ear. I was completely vulnerable. Not a place I was comfortable. He began again. This time, ever so gently rubbing my ass with his large hand. My back arched. “I’m going to torment you all night,” he said with the cockiness that drew me to him from the start. “I know just what you want, and I‘m going to give you just enough…” and with that I felt a hard smack on my ass. I clenched my teeth as I sucked in my breath. Ahh that sting, he does know what I like. I am so fucked. “And then I’m going, to pull back.” He began the gentle rubbing again, my ass pushing against his hand, wanting another spanking, knowing I couldn’t ask for it. He played with me like this for a long time, pulling his hand away, my anticipation of the smack. Sometimes it came, sometimes he just gently rested his hand back on my ass check and snickered at my frustrated groans. “What the fuck do you want from me?” I demanded. “I want to control your mind, just like you want me to.” “Good, luck with that.” I sneered. Men always think they’re in control because they’re stronger, but the second you have their cock in your mouth or beg them to fuck you, they’re done. They’re strong physically but not mentally. He flipped me over again so he could stare into my eyes. “You don’t think I know how?” he smiled. I smiled back as I shook my head no. “How does this sound…” he asked, as his finger played with my pussy over my panties. I was so fucking wet, dying for him to slip a finger under the thin material and finger me, “the way I see it is, I’ve got what you want desperately. My cock. The longer I withhold my cock, the weaker you’ll get. I figure a few weeks, me straddling your face, stroking my dick in front of your mouth, rubbing my head over those soft lips of yours. Giving head’s your favorite thing, right? You’re not going to like it when I pull it away from you as soon as you try for just.. one… taste.” That’s when he pulled out his cock and started rubbing it over my stomach. “You’re going to want me to fuck you so bad, you’re not going to know what to do with yourself.” That made me laugh. “What?” he insisted. “You’re a twenty-five-year-old kid. If I beg you to fuck me, you WILL fuck me. You won’t be able to resist. It’s your nature, your natural instinct. You can’t think straight with an eight and a half inch raging hard-on.” He stared at me with a confident, knowing look. “You have no idea, the pleasure it is going to bring me, to break you. Like a fucking wild stallion I WILL break you.” And with that he got out and walked out of the room. I just lay there in shock. What was I supposed to do now? Get up and leave. Damn he was right. I didn’t want to move because I wanted him to come back in and fuck me. So I waited replaying what he said, the tonality of it, the timber of his voice. I was a little scared he might be telling the truth. This kid was going to torment me for weeks. And now I had a decision to make. Was I going to let him? Was I going to let him into my head, consuming my fantasies, aching for him all day long, knowing I had to come over when he called and knowing it was up to him if I was going to get what I came for. Fuck! I was pissed and turned on and fucking captivated by this guy. That’s when he came back in and kissed me deeply, his hands pulling my hair. Maybe I was wrong maybe it was all a game and I was about to be rewarded for being good. He pulled back and looked at me, eyes all innocence… my cruel tormentor gone. He kissed me again, more gently this time, this time when he pulled away he said, “Next time I call for you, maybe I’ll have another girl here. Yeah. I’ll fuck her in front of you, tie you up so you can’t touch yourself, and then send you home. “You are so fucked up.” I said to him as he allowed me to put my clothes on. As I walked to his door, my pussy throbbing, he said, “You love it.” And he was right.
hahaha! Or it could be La Hot Bagel, as in THE Hot Bagel. Then it'd probably be La Bagel Caliente, but that evokes images of chili peppers on bagels, so maybe that's why they didn't do that.
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“Think vividly,” he told me. I was supposed to be asleep but suddenly I was in his bed in nothing but my bra and panties. How did I get here? He had my arms pinned over my head at the wrists with his left hand. Didn’t even need to apply any pressure. He was more than twice my weight. I knew better than to try and fight him, not that I wanted to. His right hand spread my legs apart so he could slide in between. He was still in a t-shirt but his jeans were off. As he rubbed himself between my legs, I could feel his cock harden. I wrapped my legs around him to pull him closer. He jerked away. “Did I give you permission to move?” he demanded. I was stunned to silence. Like a scolded little girl I recoiled underneath him. He smiled. He was getting off on this. He started to lightly trace my inner thigh with is finger. I wondered if I was allowed to breathe. His touch wandered up over my panties. The sensation of the heat of his fingers and the lack of his skin to my skin was making me squirm. I couldn’t help it. I let out the smallest cry. His finger moved up to my stomach and slowly over my bra, then traced it’s way up my neck until he held my face in his hands. He moved his mouth to my ear as I gasped in anticipation. I wanted to feel his mouth, his tongue, his teeth. Instead I felt his breath as he said, “You can wriggle and writhe and beg and cry, but I’m not touching you tonight anywhere you want to be touched… I mean really touched.”
“I thought I was going to tease you tonight,” I countered.
“I know you did. Which is exactly why you don’t get to.”
With an ease of strength, he flipped me over, never losing his grip on my wrists. Now he was behind me, on top of me. I couldn’t see his face, just felt him breathing close to my ear. I was completely vulnerable. Not a place I was comfortable. He began again. This time, ever so gently rubbing my ass with his large hand. My back arched.
“I’m going to torment you all night,” he said with the cockiness that drew me to him from the start. “I know just what you want, and I‘m going to give you just enough…” and with that I felt a hard smack on my ass. I clenched my teeth as I sucked in my breath. Ahh that sting, he does know what I like. I am so fucked. “And then I’m going, to pull back.” He began the gentle rubbing again, my ass pushing against his hand, wanting another spanking, knowing I couldn’t ask for it. He played with me like this for a long time, pulling his hand away, my anticipation of the smack. Sometimes it came, sometimes he just gently rested his hand back on my ass check and snickered at my frustrated groans.
“What the fuck do you want from me?” I demanded.
“I want to control your mind, just like you want me to.”
“Good, luck with that.” I sneered. Men always think they’re in control because they’re stronger, but the second you have their cock in your mouth or beg them to fuck you, they’re done. They’re strong physically but not mentally. He flipped me over again so he could stare into my eyes.
“You don’t think I know how?” he smiled. I smiled back as I shook my head no. “How does this sound…” he asked, as his finger played with my pussy over my panties. I was so fucking wet, dying for him to slip a finger under the thin material and finger me, “the way I see it is, I’ve got what you want desperately. My cock. The longer I withhold my cock, the weaker you’ll get. I figure a few weeks, me straddling your face, stroking my dick in front of your mouth, rubbing my head over those soft lips of yours. Giving head’s your favorite thing, right? You’re not going to like it when I pull it away from you as soon as you try for just.. one… taste.” That’s when he pulled out his cock and started rubbing it over my stomach. “You’re going to want me to fuck you so bad, you’re not going to know what to do with yourself.” That made me laugh. “What?” he insisted.
“You’re a twenty-five-year-old kid. If I beg you to fuck me, you WILL fuck me. You won’t be able to resist. It’s your nature, your natural instinct. You can’t think straight with an eight and a half inch raging hard-on.”
He stared at me with a confident, knowing look. “You have no idea, the pleasure it is going to bring me, to break you. Like a fucking wild stallion I WILL break you.” And with that he got out and walked out of the room. I just lay there in shock. What was I supposed to do now? Get up and leave. Damn he was right. I didn’t want to move because I wanted him to come back in and fuck me. So I waited replaying what he said, the tonality of it, the timber of his voice. I was a little scared he might be telling the truth. This kid was going to torment me for weeks. And now I had a decision to make. Was I going to let him? Was I going to let him into my head, consuming my fantasies, aching for him all day long, knowing I had to come over when he called and knowing it was up to him if I was going to get what I came for. Fuck! I was pissed and turned on and fucking captivated by this guy. That’s when he came back in and kissed me deeply, his hands pulling my hair. Maybe I was wrong maybe it was all a game and I was about to be rewarded for being good. He pulled back and looked at me, eyes all innocence… my cruel tormentor gone. He kissed me again, more gently this time, this time when he pulled away he said, “Next time I call for you, maybe I’ll have another girl here. Yeah. I’ll fuck her in front of you, tie you up so you can’t touch yourself, and then send you home.
“You are so fucked up.” I said to him as he allowed me to put my clothes on. As I walked to his door, my pussy throbbing, he said, “You love it.”
And he was right.
Hot dogs. Chicago has hot dogs.
No shit. It also has pizza. But does it have New York style pizza?
no, LA is irrelevant in NYC
That's what I figured.
Chicago has Chicago-style pizza, which is excellent.
we have a place called LA Hot Bagel...
but it's all in caps so it might just be a little spanish flare for all the mexican dudes that work there
hahaha! Or it could be La Hot Bagel, as in THE Hot Bagel. Then it'd probably be La Bagel Caliente, but that evokes images of chili peppers on bagels, so maybe that's why they didn't do that.
You guys have the opposite. LA Weight Loss or Hollywood 48-hour Miracle Diet
That's actually an amazing fucking observation.
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