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Wicked Wednesday: Space

The never built space station Freedom, picture by NASA

The never built space station Freedom, by NASA, public domain via Wikimedia Commons

Sex in space would be interesting, I think. Kissing and touching would be fine as you floated weightless around the room, which hopefully only had round corners and no sharp objects. The gentle spinning around and around would be pleasurable.

But can you imagine trying to fuck? Without gravity, you’d have to thrust as you pushed off of a wall, and it would be deep penetration. I could squeeze myself around your cock, but we’d have to strap on gravity boots – or at least one of us would, to get the motions right. I think it could be fun in a weightless environment, although it could get messy.

And it certainly would be quieter than normal, because in space no one would hear me scream.

 

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Wicked Wednesday: Long Lost Friends

two hand-holding shadows

By Mike DelGaudio (Flickr) [CC BY 2.0], via Wikimedia Commons

I saw a friend I used to know and hadn’t seen in years,
The last time that I saw her here my eyes were full of tears.
I wasn’t sure she’d want to see me after all this time,
But I knew that to pass her by would be a petty crime.

I stopped her at the corner, and she turned at my soft touch,
Her eyes went wide and I was worried that I’d done too much.
And then she smiled, truly smiled, both from her mouth and eyes,
I smiled back and I think she was happy and surprised.

We hugged there for a moment, our embrace was strong and tight,
I felt that all the wrongs we did would somehow turn out right.
I knew that there were things that we’d forgive but not forget,
I didn’t think I saw her anymore as a big threat.

We walked into a Starbucks and I paid for two lattes,
We found a corner table and we talked of the old days.
I think that she was nervous, and I know that I was too,
But we talked for half an hour and we never talked of you.

At last the conversation lagged, and it was time to go,
I told her that I hoped I’d see her sometime soon, although
We traded numbers smiled and hugged, and headed for the door,
I felt it was a gentle start, and maybe something more.

I wonder if we’ll call each other late some future night,
Revive the long lost friendship that was lost from hate and spite.
If time has healed the major wounds and left us with some scars,
If we can overcome, reclaim the friendship that was ours.

 

 

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Wicked Wednesday: The Arrest

naked woman in handcuffs

By Emily CC BY 2.0], via Wikimedia Commons

Officer, please…
I won’t resist you…

Arrest me,
Take me in…

Cuff my hands behind my back
and guide me towards the bedroom….

Stand me before the bed
and slide my panties down….

Pull my hair,
your other hand around my throat…

Bend me over,
Slap my ass with your baton…

I’m wet and ready
as you thrust inside me…

Fuck me hard,
Flesh against flesh…

Come deep inside me,
Hold me close…

Officer, I won’t resist you tonight….
And tomorrow we’ll trade places.

 

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Wicked Wednesday: The Wedding

Wedding bouquets and handcuffs

“Esposas de Matrimonio” (“Wedding Cuffs”) by Catarina Campino GFDL and CC 3.0 via Wikimedia Commons

The symbols of love…and togetherness…

and so many other things left unsaid.

 

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Wicked Wednesday: Strangers

Interior of a crowded subway car on 7 train Queens bound late evening. Image taken by Daniel Schwen on Dec 6th, 2004. {{GFDL}} via Wikimedia Commons

Interior of a crowded subway car on 7 train Queens bound late evening. Image taken by Daniel Schwen on Dec 6th, 2004. {{GFDL}} via Wikimedia Commons

We often think the stranger is the one we do not know,
And on the train to nowhere in the subways deep below,
We look at all the faces and we wonder who they are,
And why they’re traveling tonight, and whether they’ll go far.

I look at all the people and make stories of their lives:
The businessman reading a book he got from the archives.
The student standing listening to his music on his phone -
I wonder if he’s meeting friends or going home alone.

I see a lone reflection in the windows of the train,
For I am also on my own, and feeling not quite sane.
I’m lonely and I’m anxious, and I’d like some company,
To have a brief encounter just to pause the misery.

Within the glass I catch the eye of a young handsome man,
He’s standing right behind me, and I wonder if I can.
He stands a little closer, pressing right into my back,
And I can feel how hard he is as the train goes black.

We’re traveling through an empty stretch of tunnel and it’s dark,
I wish we were alone so we could see that struggling spark.
I press myself against him and I wish that I could turn
If my raw desperation he can easily discern.

The lights come back and we are pulling now into the station.
The man I knew’s no longer there, and I have no elation.
Although I don’t know who he was, I knew him in a way,
He wasn’t quite a stranger, and I feel a deep dismay.

I often think of strangers as the ones deep in shadow,
But sometimes it’s the ones I’m closest to that I don’t know.
I don’t know what they’re feeling and the chasm’s growing wide,
I keep my feelings to myself, and hidden deep inside.

Some times I see reflections of the moments that might be,
I hold these closest to my heart and hope they will change me.
We live our lives like strangers as we’re riding on a train,
I wonder if we’ll ever have the love we had again.

 

 

 

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