Reason is a Thunder Word to an Idiot Girl
Installment #2 of 3 in my Storm Series. Installment #3 is here and the first one is here
I apologize if this is the ramblings of a mad woman. Right now I’m sick (literally, with a raging 102 degree fever) and all I can do is write about my tall, dark, wants-me fantasy. I dreamt about him last night…tossing around all sweaty and full of fever between the sheets. I might not be of sound mind to know whether this is good writing. I’ll re-read it when the fever breaks and decide its ultimate fate.
Reason is a Thunder Word to an Idiot Girl belongs to the following groups:
Blue Room, Body of Work and The Sensual WordI can be so concise
so reasonable
precise
exacting
ethical
mature
confident
moral
you know, good to the last drop
but as often as Haley’s Comet can be seen from our planet
I’ll run into that impossible, improbable thing
that kills all the good and decent intention
welling up like frosting on a cake inside me
I do things I would never ever do
flinch at the memory of my behavior
Seconds later
1 hour later
1 day later
All we had was one meal and some decent conversation
yet I could smell him across the table
leather and musk and soap and dry earth
wondering all the while if he, in turn, was smelling me?
I want to run my toes up his pants
under the cover of white table linen
caress that beautiful organ between his legs
surrounded as we were by the ignorance of strangers
I score a small victory by not giving in to this thought
I do not recall much of what we discussed
Did I speak in fluid dulcet tones?
Did I purr?
Was I openly staring?
Was my mouth agape?
Was there drool?
He was a tall, broad drink of gentlemen persuasion
radiant with a kind of quiet un-discharged energy
sitting there like a faulty electric outlet shooting out random sparks
Can I catch one in my mouth?
Does he have chest hair?
Does he grunt or moan or talk or all three when he fucks a women?
Would he pull my hair and kiss the side of my neck while pumping away inside me?
Would he let me tie him up with black nylon rope to my four poster bed?
dear god
stop it stop it stop it!
I scream to myself
What was he saying?…
Oh yes, something about Stella being his favorite beer
Damn, should I tell him its made by Budweiser?
he is frowning
geezus, I think I just said that out loud
Closing my eyes for 1 split second
the full weight of him conjures inside the lids of my eyes
christ!
I have never wanted to fuck a thing so bad in my life
(concentrate)
(be cool)
I come up for air to realize there is nobody in the restaurant
except wait staff cleaning tables
oops, they’re closing
geez, what was that?
Shall we? He says, paying the bill without hesitation.
Sliding into the leather interior of his black 300M
we discuss music and listen to Radiohead
he pushes my head forward, sweeps my hair out of the way, kisses the back of my neck
I’ve wanted to do that all night
in that thick voice, a dark language
his tongue touches my skin like rampant sandpaper
uh-oh, that was…unexpected
unexpected equals danger
run, run, RUN!
get out of the car now and GO you idiot girl!
the voice in my head is loud
usually I listen to it
tonight I do not.
Idiot girl.
I bite my bottom lip after we kiss
soak up every last drop of him from my lips
fingers grasp the long hardness through his trousers
I listen to myself ask him out loud if he would take it out for me
just so I could look at it
he said I would like it
I do love a man that doesn’t exaggerate
hot embarrassment rises to my face
I realize I’m staring at it
touching it
I am selfish
I want it for my own
I want to mount it
stuff it
lick it
don’t let anything else I say or do fool you
I want to suck it like a ripe universe not yet explored
I want it inside my mouth exploding like a dead star
I do not want to be good
or decent
or reasonable
I want to kick regret into the next lifetime
I want him
I just do, okay
I want him
I want to writhe underneath him
my hair to fly down into his gaping mouth while above him
I want it all
I want the Angel in me to just
disappear
get gone
I want his world to tilt sideways
I want to show him the true nature of my vivid
I want to get nasty
filthy
hang all good sense I was born with outside on the porch
where dust gathers and the men always leave
I want my fill of him
fuck regret…isn’t that just a word we use when it rains?
fuck reason…isn’t that just a word we shoot into the clouds?
Isn’t a Thunderstorm a great reason to get fucked hard anyway?
I want him to know the insides of me
every luscious layer
drop the masquerade of his own badass
awaken to his true nature
the one that fucks like tart, but hugs like sweet
I want him to lay me down like his garden creature
possess everything earthy in me
breathe me in like a gallon of fire
fill the emptiness inside
carpet his fingers through the tangles of my hair
through the maze of my deepest hope
I want to take all this lust
every dancing uncontained molecule of it
sprinkle it over him like magic dust
pinch his nostrils shut
so he has to breathe in the powder of me
Yes
I want to be his fuck drug
okay, I do
I want him to take me
and take me
just take me
until I have no more strength
no more strength to throw him back
but neither does he
© 2008 mstrace
jomei249
jesus wow fuck holy shit my god woman! You read these things a thousand times, what makes it different, why do we lap up someones expression of this and just shrug our shoulders at someone elses? Its that weird-arse missing chemical, someone just plants it there and we fizz when we read it and are invited into someones fantasy world. I really fizzed with this, your words and one liners and five liners wow! Yes sexual but more like this juicy lust for life, biting into it like a chunk of cantelope…. get that fever more ofetn I say and yes, fuck reason, its never worked for me all that much either.
Oh and hope you feeling better. If better’s the right word?
mstrace replied
that is one tremendously cool mouthful of fantastic-ness, that comment is. Me LUUUUUUVS it! So indeed, I thank you Jim.
eon .
I’m simply lost in your mind..and I dont want to be found. SUPERCALIA FRUCKENFABULOUSIOUS
Its so interesting to hear the female version of this real world situation. ( ’ – ))
mstrace replied
hook – okay, my fever is SPIKING after that comment. HOO-WEE!! Gosh, you gotta be careful what you say to this poor sick idiot girl (sheepish grin). I’m not sure this would have come out any different if I’d written it with a clear head. thank gawd ;)
Lisa Jewell
I understand why you have a fever, I have one now too…..
This piece is intensely erotic and I’m blushing ;)
Brilliant writing, it just goes to show even when sick, a person can produce a dripping gem…..XOX
mstrace replied
my beautiful lisa…do you think the fever will spread like fire amongst us crazy RBers? A dripping gem? I fracking love that phrase…can I steal it?
thank you really, you gorgeous talented thing you
Outdoors2
I gotta guzzle a bottle of Nyquil and get really idiotic! Damn this is a intense piece of shit Trace!!
No cure! You got it bad Girl and yes it is contagious!!!!!! Fuck!
mstrace replied
oh lion man, you should see me laying here on my couch. just my bra and panties, cool cloth on my forehead feelin’ like its 100 degrees outside when its really only 65 – A slave to my digital thermometer (my sister calls me every hour to see if the fever gets any higher cuz then she’d force me to go to an urgent care facility)...and I all I want to do is screw my way out of the illness. I should be put down like a rabid dog.
hehe
eon .
IM STILL THERE And LOVIN IT ( ’ – ))
Outdoors2
Damn it ! I wanna play doctor…I prescribe uhmmm… yep! Hot steamy sex will work it out of ya! Do it twice and call me in the morning ! If that doesn’t work Let me put ya down My way...haaa
Outdoors2
Geez I need a disclaimer In case DG reads this!
Sorry Honey Just using my online PhD
mstrace replied
thass okay, DG is my one true RB goddess (whom I miss very much cuz I don’t see her on here much nowadays…have you two been going at it so much that she’s too spent to sprinkle her goddess-ness throughout RB land? I would never think of messing with her man mojo…besides I want the tall idiot that I wrote about in this poem. It’s gonna happen. Cuz I’m idiot girl, remember? Geez…am I rambling??
Outdoors2
I truly hope you feel better Trace
But also write some more while your down, this is a fevered “pitch”...;-)
mstrace replied
okay, lion man, I’ll try…getting sleepy sleepys now…will you kiss the DG for me when you see her?
JTomblinson
Luuuuuv it….. :D And ya know what’s weird? To me, it’s actually less fevered (as opposed to scorching, it’s still plenty that!), more narrative, blunter maybe? than your non-temp-spiking pieces. (Don’t get distracted by “pieces” now, I didn’t mean that, it was just that “works” sounded much too pedestrian for this!)
Still groovin’ on the concept of a fuck drug…. I get that…
mstrace replied
thass so funny Jules…you’re right, it is MUCH more narrative! wasn’t intentional, just came out that way in my feverish brain. And as for “pieces”. puh-leez. no worries, I use that word on RB all the time!
bellmusker
My girl, do you have stories for me?! Bmail me with details!
Ah, the scents….the scents do it for me every single time, as you so deliciously describe. And then you had to go and mention hair pulling…..you’re right, you can’t ignore the muse. And why would you, when you’re rewarded with writing like this? x x
mstrace replied
they do, don’t they! I’m soooo taken in, or repulsed, by scents. Scents and hair pulling. Yep. Me in a nutshell. hehe
thank you, my bee-ooo-tee-full bellness.
flower68
holy shit.
these bits
Would he pull my hair and kiss the side of my neck while pumping away inside me?
Would he let me tie him up with black nylon rope to my four poster bed?
dear god
stop it stop it stop it!
I scream to myself
What was he saying?…
Oh yes, something about Stella being his favorite beer
Damn, should I tell him its made by Budweiser?
he is frowning
geezus, I think I just said that out loud
Closing my eyes for 1 split second
the full weight of him conjures on the lids of my eyes
christ!
I have never wanted to fuck a thing so bad in my life
made me nod especially hard
and these bits made me nod and laugh that knowing laugh_
hot embarrassment rises to my face
I realize I’m staring at it
touching it
I am selfish
I want it for my own
I want to mount it
stuff it
lick it
I want him
I just do, okay
I want him
I want to writhe underneath him
my hair to fly down into his gaping mouth while above him
I want it all
I want the Angel in me to just
disappear
get gone
I want his world to tilt sideways
I want to show him the true nature of my vivid
Oh I could copy the whole piece here.You said it all.Just brilliant darling.
mstrace replied
oh flower, as always your comments make me feel a ton better. THANK you!!
DarkHotel2
this is incredible – you are seriously an amazingly talented person!
mstrace replied
thank you DH!
SirenSong
OMG…This is so frigging awesome…Got me all excited and hot..Love your words and sont you dare change em…
mstrace replied
siren…LOL, I love a woman that can use “frigging” like I use “fracking”. And if the piece got you hot, can you imagine what sitting across from the guy could do?? hehe. Seriously though, thank you!
TextureoftheSin
I hear ya.
Mel Brackstone
I can feel your words…..they slap me and they caress me…..and they tease mercilessly….I hope you get what you need….and soon, mstrace!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
SirenSong
I have a fair idea lol…
x
anya
Sitting at my desk, in my pure white office, filled with opaque glass and sterile steel, the tick tack of heels on shiny concrete – I feel the heat rise from my thighs and remember. Ohhhh, and don’t I remember. Thank you MsTrace for keeping this on my mind. For giving me reason to remember. I am inspired.
mstrace replied
ooooh what a great comment anya. SO happy the piece made you “remember”, not sure if its a specific memory or the memory of what it feels like to be this deeply turned on…either way, I’m glad!!
ltruskett
Jesuzzzz Christ…............someone get me a cold face cloth…..........
mstrace replied
heehee…I’m glad it made you a little, er…flushed!