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10 Wishes before Dying

Autor: JNBeez
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I've enabled others in my being to interpret me. I put more significance on what they speculated about me and what I was worthy of obtaining than on what I thought about myself, not that it was of consequence. P H I L O P H O B I A I stride into the shower, the liquid running on its loftiest setting. As the scorching liquid hits my skin that's when I can finally inhale and exhale. I lower myself onto the shower bottom and nestle myself in my limbs. Simmering water scorches leaving burning trails along my skin, romping like pointed blades along my back. I let out a pained gripe. Not from the heat inevitably but from the traumas within my heart. The blistering liquid terrors my carcass, I beg for it to sting. To make me feel like humming but not even the flaming liquid can entice me because it's not my carcass that's apathetic. It's my sanity. I stride out of the shower and scour the reflector clean. I gaze at my now beet-ruddy carcass and I smile. A smile that can show you how dignified a person is of themselves. Grand of utterly not only annihilating themselves but also their sanity. P H I L O P H O B I A The first time it transpired they told me to linger and be strong, and I cried a pool of tears. The second time it transpired, they again told me to stay strong. But I couldn't, I couldn't stay strong. Not because I didn't want to but because I was tired. Tired of always being the one getting hurt in the end, tired of loving and not receiving it back, tired of always being the one to understand, tired of people controlling my life and telling me what to do, tired of always being sad, tired of being heartbroken, tired of the world. 2 am, no moan, no crack but a heavy heart, overthinking, and a lot of terror. This is how I live my life. And though every reasonable thing comes to a verge I still latch onto things as if they never will and for that, I fear my contentment always. The macrocosm coats me in bittersweet culmination and I scourge underneath my whiff for making me so vulnerable to adoring everything. My essence is made of recollections and sentiments from years ago and even if I say I've moved on, I am fibbing from my teeth. I am only made by other people, not myself. It was until then that I couldn't use slumber as an escape anymore because I kept wakening to ameliorate that same day. In another life, far from this wretched one, we are plopping in each other's arms, grinning and giggling. Replenishing the rooms with the noises of our laughter. But in this life, we are worlds apart, and the heart fails, the heartaches feel the rooms with the sound of my sobs. I then realized that it wasn't me that was tired, it was my soul. Maybe if I just closed my eyes and never woke up again. Would I still be tired? P H I L O P H O B I A It took me a man and a few others to comprehend that my probabilities don't exist on any planet. My probabilities were of embodiment and not tenderness. They only prevailed in stories, not in the real world.

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Be Careful What You Wish For Be Ready When It Comes

“So, lovely lady what are your plans for the rest of this fine evening?” Sean inquired, turning his attention back to Rachel. “Oh, I don’t know, I’ll probably go home, water my plants, give myself a facial before going to bed with a new book I haven’t yet had the chance to crack open. What about you, Sean, what are your plans for the rest of the evening?” Rachel replied. Sean leaned forward taking Rachel’s hand across the table, pulling her slightly closer he proceeded to tell her his plans for the evening. “I’ll probably head home, work out with my free weights, do a few reps of pushups and sit ups to work off some of that food I just made a pig of myself eating. “Then,” he leaned closer and in a voice Rachel didn’t think could get any deeper or sexier, he continued, “I’ll hit the shower and think of you as the warm water and soap flows all over my body wishing you were with me, just like I did last night.” “Damn,” Rachel thought she’d said that silently as she felt a warm rush of liquid flood her thong. She licked suddenly dry lips wondering if she’d sat there with her mouth open the entire time Sean was speaking. Thinking, ‘this man is truly after the purple thong I’m wearing and I’m just about to give it to him.’ However, if he thought he’d get away with arousing her like this, well, two could definitely play this game. “Oh really,” Rachel said, tracing the veins so prominently displayed on the backs of his strong hands still holding hers, “did you imagine my hands washing your body, Sean?” “Did you work the lather from your neck and shoulders as I would have,” Rachel continued in her seductively sexiest voice. Using her tongue to wet her lips she continued looking at Sean through her incredibly thick long lashes. Will you remember how my hands felt on your magnificent chest earlier in the hot tub?” Sean groaned, his eyes darkening to a deep stormy gray as he intently listened to every word Rachel spoke, he was transported back to his shower but pictured Rachel as she had been in the hot tub. Rachel continued, “did my hand roam down your delicious abs to curve around and grab that tight ass of yours, pulling you close as I rubbed my aching breast against your upper body as I did before? Or did I take over completely kneeling down to wash and lather your endlessly long, hard, thighs, and legs, Sean? Saving the best part for last.” Rachel said, as she took the same two middle fingers, he’d used to bring her so much pleasure into her partially closed fist and proceeded to demonstrate how she would have stroked him off in the shower. Sean squeezed his legs together and clenched his teeth to control the rise of the orgasm he could feel about to explode from the hard on he was currently experiencing. Grabbing Rachel’s hand, Sean pulled Rachel in closer to lean in for a hungry kiss that had nothing to do with his stomach and everything to do with the woman speaking his fantasies so seductively to him. He was close enough now that he felt her breath on his lips and just as they were about to lock lips their waiter returned with Rachel’s carry out box and the check. “Damn,” Sean said in frustration, taking out his wallet to pull out some cash not caring that he over tipped the waiter by $50. He grabbed his jacket, Rachel’s hand, and quickly exited the restaurant barely allowing her time to grab her own personal items and the carryout container. Rachel’s flirtatious, laughter teased Sean’s ears as he hastily ushered them out to the valet ticket station.

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