Pain and Pleasure

This was made by a former lover of mine (he's a poet). Inspired by my giving him head --- whether that is something good or not, I don't know. Read on!

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Pain decided to show up just as me and pleasure got intimate

We were just hugging up a storm and pain decided to ruin it

Pain reared its ugly face grinning that grin of jagged teeth

And pleasure, well pleasure decided to speak

Dropping line after line, telling pain what it had on its mind

And I was all in pleasures brain, sitting comfortably

But pain just kept scratching the surface cause it made it happy

And I was caught in an uncomfortable situation unable to move

Waiting for that moment where me and pleasure get back to our groove

I was listening to them going back and forth, up and down

They had a whole conversation, and a lot of spit was flying around

And then out of nowhere we were stuck in the dark

Walking to find this invisible mark

That would help us get out of this maze we were in

But pain didn’t care about a damn thing

He just wanted to stay and bring his gifts of agony

Pains suck, but he has this way of reminding you of the happy

Pleasure was such a wuss, but pleasure wanted to keep trying

But pain and pleasure are just too good at lying

So I was listening intently, because I love the story being told

They would nibble on each word and every so often get bold

Chew on one or two and spit it out, while screaming I hate you, I love you

This conversation damn near drove me insane, but you can blame that on pain

The beauty of their sentences damn near gave me a seizure, but you can blame that on pleasure

I had to hold pleasure down, so pleasure could stop shaking

Pain got to pleasure, pleasure was close to breaking

But every time pleasure cracked, pain took a step back

Allowed it some time to rest and get back on track

Pain always shook pleasure up with metal that felt like a whip

Or at least that is what pleasure told me it felt like on the business end of it

But being caught between two enemies who rarely meet

Is hell in itself, to the point where their very words generate heat

And I was just laying there consoling myself

Lying to myself, promising me that this isn’t bad for my health

This is just an overdose of bad energy that will find its way through me

And return to that bad place where tears are born

And every little piece of hope is torn

And I don’t have to get sensitive nor feel as if every sense is stretched

Not feel as if every nerve is being tested or my skin is being scratched

I am in the middle of a meeting between pleasure and pain

I'm stuck between happiness and trying to stay sane

Pain and pleasure shouldn’t be this close

But pain is truly trying to get me to overdose

While pleasure is easing the bruises and massaging the scabs

All I am trying to do is keep from going mad

These two … I hope I never meet them at the same time again

I'm not sure if I can go through this stuff again

I need these two to stay away from one another

One of the two, one or the other

I need to counsel them to work together

I need their dialogue to be better

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What's your number?

Oftentimes, I would hear guy friends of mine talk about their 'number' --- number of girlfriends they've had, number of flings, number of times he did this girl non-stop (*roll eyes*), how long he went down a girl (as if it was that accurate), etc. 

It's like a testimony of how suave or how good they are. It got me thinking. 

What if we women said their own numbers? What about my numbers... 

Let me give it a try: 

• 6  number of liberated women I used to be friends with
• 5  number of naked people (including myself) in one room that I have been with 
• 4 number of serious relationships I've had
• 3 number of long term FUBU's I had 
• 2 number of guys I had sex with in less than 24 hours (during my crazy days)
• 1 number of times I ever squirted 

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How dirty are you?

It's been a while since my last long post and trust me it was not intentional. I just didn't know what to write. Some prodded me to continue with my stories and well, I will, promise. I will be continuing stories with unfinished endings. 

Anyway, I decided to ask this question because I remembered a former FUBU of mine who was well, uhm, a bit dirty. I thought to myself: I'm sure he is not the only one who had those dirty thoughts in mind. 

Am I correct or am I correct? *winks*

Some self-righteous people would cringe at the thought of "dirty" especially when it relates to the idea of making love or having sex. Oh well, to each his or her own. To be honest, I used to be one of those too. I mean, I have always been horny but I'm like "horny with limitations" that is until I met Peewee. 

Peewee is the last person I'd think who'd open my eyes (and others too) in this "new" and "dirty" world. He and I have known each other for quite a while now and we've also been intimate but we never really talked about other aspects of sex until that time. 

Peewee: "What's the dirtiest thing you've done?" 

I paused before typing my reply...

Me: "Is this sex-related?" 

Peewee: "Of course..." *grins* 

Me: *thinks* "To be honest, I cannot really recall a daring and dirty sex incident I've had..."

I then said, "is that lame?" 

And he typed, "oh no. probably no one just dared to introduce you to those kind of things..." 

He continued, "are you open to it?" 

As I waited for his reply, thoughts of feces and dead people clouded my mind. I involuntarily cringed. I thought, "eww gross.. not that" Then I realized those things have to be my hard limit. 

He then said, "I cannot believe I am saying this to you but I have always fantasized peeing on someone and being pee'd on..." 

I didn't know how to respond to that. I paused. I was actually not disgusted by it --- I just haven't tried it so I don't really know how I'd react to it. The more I thought about it though, the more curious and interested I became. So much so that I failed to reply to him until he buzzed me (yes, old school e, YM baby!) haha

That brought me back to my senses and I then replied to him: "so what are your dirty thoughts?"

How dirty was he or how dirty can he be? When I think about it, he's actually not so "dirty".

He wanted to pee on me and the more I think about it, I have to admit, I got excited as well. When he realized I was open with the idea, he no longer hesitated and told me more about what he wanted. 

Aside from wanting to pee on me, he also equally wanted me to pee on him --- on his face... his mouth open. I was surprised but he clearly liked it this way...

Too bad we never got to do any of these for real...

What about YOU? 

How dirty can you get?

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New Names, Same Game

Recently, I met someone who's like the guy version of me (well, he's much worse ;p) --- and reminded me so much of my relationship with my best guy buddy. 

He also said the term "side dicks" which is the "side chicks" term for women. 

Got me thinking --- I've heard of various names for sexual relationships from FWB, FUBU, meantime girl/guy, booty call, to name a few. 

What's my point? 

At the end of the day, it's the still the same game with just different names...

What's your term? :) Share it! 

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