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Good Readsblog is about girls, language, humanity, purple colored clouds, poetry, joy, third century robots, love, evil tongues that give eternal pleasure, dead butterflies, jumping on a lake, and everything that tickles the intellect, makes the heart feel sublime emotions, and opens your mind about life. It is my way of contributing my talent and my heart to TL. Enjoy!
I have always been a shy kid as far as I can remember. I remember back in highschool when after a 10 centimeter snow fell one morning, a girl from the neighborhood who went to the same school I do invited me to come to her house so we can study instead of going to school.
I felt my heart beating like crazy. It was as if a thousand moons suddenly appeared in the sky. And that the lake suddenly turned into diamonds. I was speechless. All I could see was her eyes, how big and happy they were. I wanted to say "Yes!" But when I opened my mouth, the words that came out were "No thanks." Where the fuck did that come from. It was like an uninvited clown at a party.
Anyway, I am in junior college now. I remember my very first close sexual encounter with a girl; that was last year. There was a party. I was standing alone by the tree when I saw this girl. Her hair was red like fire and her body was ripe for eating like a fine steak. She was hot.
I thought "No more Mr. Shy Guy for me" after all the chances I missed. I approached her from behind.
"Want another glass"
"Hey, sure"
"Are you alone?"
"Ah yeah, for now. Some friend will come by later."
"Come, lets go there" I motioned to a bench by the garden.
I couldn't believe it was easy as a breeze. She was smiling all night, but all i could think of was my pants getting tighter. If she was hot from a far, she was sizzling at close distance.
We talked for maybe 30 minutes, had 2 glasses of drinks. Finally I wanted to pursue it. I might not get laid tonight, but tomorrow or soon, I'm gonna get in bed with this girl. After all, I think I got a spell on her judging by how easy it was.
"Any plans tonight?"
"Nothing much, but my friend will be arriving soon, we might be going somewhere else later."
I hesitated, I wanted to ask her if I could join, but that would be a mistake. Still, my brain insisted, I had no control as my mouth just suddenly spoke by itself, "I'll join you!"
"Uhm maybe next time, just enjoy the party here ok."
And as she said that, a senior approached her, all muscular and stuff, bald head with a goatee. They hugged.
They left just like that. She didn't even look back to say goodbye.
As I sat back in the chair, 1 hour, 2 hours, 3 hours passed, a few glasses of drinks were consumed, friends and strangers came and went, but all I could think of was how at that time she was tightly in his arms, her under him, both of them naked, sweating and panting, him violating her body in all manners possible. And she possible enjoying it. Could she be thinking of me while doing it? Damn, she could have been my girl.
 
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I hesitated, I wanted to ask her if I could join, but that would be a mistake. Still, my brain insisted, I had no control as my mouth just suddenly spoke by itself, "I'll join you!"
Just for that paragraph you deserve applause. Those are all the guts you need to have to get these kind of things right.
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all I could think of was how at that time she was tightly in his arms, her under him, both of them naked, sweating and panting, him violating her body in all manners possible. And she possible enjoying it.
Was this really necessary?
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On October 02 2012 00:13 HataZStriker wrote:
Her hair was red like fire and her body was ripe for eating like a fine steak.
I find your exquisite prose on par with George R R Martin. Please continue writing.
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There was a party. I was standing alone by the tree when I saw this girl. Her hair was red like fire and her body was ripe for eating like a fine steak. She was hot.
I get to this part, and i'm like "oh this guy writes very colourfully; i'm impressed! "red like fire ripe for eating like"...strawberry, apple, raspberry waait, what? a steak?? For me I like vegetables and fruits for my sexual similies, what with them being tangy sex organs.. but hey, to each his own. Regardless, it was quite a fun read.
Now for my interpretation. At first the protagonist is unable to summon the courage to do what he wants. Consciously he is ready for romance; Unconsciously, he has not found the depth of desire needed to summon his courage.
He meets the woman who is able to awaken in him enough appreciation of beauty and enough lust to overcome his nagging intellect. He does not gain from this woman directly, but indirectly she has placed him on a path. A path that will not only allow him to induldge his appetite for the meats and breads of sexuality, but also to provide stimulating situations to write about for the starcraft gaming website, teamliquid.net
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On October 02 2012 00:31 meteorskunk wrote:Show nested quote +There was a party. I was standing alone by the tree when I saw this girl. Her hair was red like fire and her body was ripe for eating like a fine steak. She was hot.
I get to this part, and i'm like "oh this guy writes very colourfully; i'm impressed! "red like fire ripe for eating like"...strawberry, apple, raspberry waait, what? a steak?? For me I like vegetables and fruits for my sexual similies, what with them being tangy sex organs.. but hey, to each his own. Regardless, it was quite a fun read. Now for my interpretation. At first the protagonist is unable to summon the courage to do what he wants. Consciously he is ready for romance; Unconsciously, he has not found the depth of desire needed to summon his courage. He meets the woman who is able to awaken in him enough appreciation of beauty and enough lust to overcome his nagging intellect. He does not gain from this woman directly, but indirectly she has placed him on a path. A path that will not only allow him to induldge his appetite for the meats and breads of sexuality, but also to provide stimulating situations to write about for the starcraft gaming website, teamliquid.net
Hey, I read in the other blog. Are you and StateofReverie and EffervescentAureola one person?
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On October 02 2012 00:36 googolplex wrote:Show nested quote +On October 02 2012 00:31 meteorskunk wrote:There was a party. I was standing alone by the tree when I saw this girl. Her hair was red like fire and her body was ripe for eating like a fine steak. She was hot.
I get to this part, and i'm like "oh this guy writes very colourfully; i'm impressed! "red like fire ripe for eating like"...strawberry, apple, raspberry waait, what? a steak?? For me I like vegetables and fruits for my sexual similies, what with them being tangy sex organs.. but hey, to each his own. Regardless, it was quite a fun read. Now for my interpretation. At first the protagonist is unable to summon the courage to do what he wants. Consciously he is ready for romance; Unconsciously, he has not found the depth of desire needed to summon his courage. He meets the woman who is able to awaken in him enough appreciation of beauty and enough lust to overcome his nagging intellect. He does not gain from this woman directly, but indirectly she has placed him on a path. A path that will not only allow him to induldge his appetite for the meats and breads of sexuality, but also to provide stimulating situations to write about for the starcraft gaming website, teamliquid.net Hey, I read in the other blog. Are you and StateofReverie and EffervescentAureola one person?
No, but there is a little StateofReverie and EffervescentAureola that lives in my soul. It's a beautiful thing
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On October 02 2012 00:42 meteorskunk wrote:
No, but there is a little StateofReverie and EffervescentAureola that lives in my soul. It's a beautiful thing
That heavily depends on what you mean by beautiful  . I'm still convinced you guys are in some kind of girlblog conspiracy lol.
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On October 02 2012 00:42 meteorskunk wrote:Show nested quote +On October 02 2012 00:36 googolplex wrote:On October 02 2012 00:31 meteorskunk wrote:There was a party. I was standing alone by the tree when I saw this girl. Her hair was red like fire and her body was ripe for eating like a fine steak. She was hot.
I get to this part, and i'm like "oh this guy writes very colourfully; i'm impressed! "red like fire ripe for eating like"...strawberry, apple, raspberry waait, what? a steak?? For me I like vegetables and fruits for my sexual similies, what with them being tangy sex organs.. but hey, to each his own. Regardless, it was quite a fun read. Now for my interpretation. At first the protagonist is unable to summon the courage to do what he wants. Consciously he is ready for romance; Unconsciously, he has not found the depth of desire needed to summon his courage. He meets the woman who is able to awaken in him enough appreciation of beauty and enough lust to overcome his nagging intellect. He does not gain from this woman directly, but indirectly she has placed him on a path. A path that will not only allow him to induldge his appetite for the meats and breads of sexuality, but also to provide stimulating situations to write about for the starcraft gaming website, teamliquid.net Hey, I read in the other blog. Are you and StateofReverie and EffervescentAureola one person? No, but there is a little StateofReverie and EffervescentAureola that lives in my soul. It's a beautiful thing
I think there is medication for that.
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On October 02 2012 00:28 targ wrote:Show nested quote +On October 02 2012 00:13 HataZStriker wrote:
Her hair was red like fire and her body was ripe for eating like a fine steak.
I find your exquisite prose on par with George R R Martin. Please continue writing.
Hmm I must be a philistine then because to me all it looks like is that the OP has a vore fetish he may or may not be fully aware of... which is fine I guess.
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Compared to your previous blog this story is much, much better. I like how throughout the night she keeps making reference to her "friend" leading you to believe maybe it's a girl, but her boyfriend shows up. I liked how it was poetic justice that the first time, four years ago, that she wanted you to go to her place, you wanted to say yes but no came out of your mouth and, the second time, at the party when you wanted to go with her, you fought the urge to say something stupid and became a brave man, but she turned you down. Your metaphors are effective, like when you use phrases like diamonds and a thousand suns. I also liked your descriptive language, especially when you compared her red hair to fire, her juicy body to a steak, I also enjoyed your final description of what you thought the girl and the guy were going to do in bed together, and maybe she was thinking about you?
Wonderful little story, with its plot twists and skillful writing. You are pretty talented, good luck...
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so sexual encounter is now boning a girl with your mind while you bone your hand late at night when you go home alone???
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As I sat back in the chair, 1 hour, 2 hours, 3 hours passed, a few glasses of drinks were consumed, friends and strangers came and went, but all I could think of was how at that time she was tightly in his arms, her under him, both of them naked, sweating and panting, him violating her body in all manners possible. And she possible enjoying it. Could she be thinking of me while doing it? Damn, she could have been my girl.
is this a normal reaction
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On October 02 2012 03:37 QuanticHawk wrote:
so sexual encounter is now boning a girl with your mind while you bone your hand late at night when you go home alone???
only when you have the diction and courage to describe a girl as "a steak"
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There are no GBs based on actual events on here anymore, are there
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On October 02 2012 09:03 MountainDewJunkie wrote:
There are no GBs based on actual events on here anymore, are there
Maybe not, but you can learn a lot about someone by their dreams.
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On October 02 2012 09:03 MountainDewJunkie wrote:
There are no GBs based on actual events on here anymore, are there
Idk but despite the purple prose I can definitely see op being ignored by a girl and obsessing over it for hours
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On October 02 2012 09:03 MountainDewJunkie wrote:
There are no GBs based on actual events on here anymore, are there
There's at least one (mine), yet compared to some of these, mine is less believable ^_^"
Joining the chorus, steak comparison was wonderful.
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On October 02 2012 06:17 Endymion wrote:Show nested quote +On October 02 2012 03:37 QuanticHawk wrote:
so sexual encounter is now boning a girl with your mind while you bone your hand late at night when you go home alone??? only when you have the diction and courage to describe a girl as "a steak"
On October 02 2012 00:13 HataZStriker wrote:
As I sat back in the chair, 1 hour, 2 hours, 3 hours passed, a few glasses of drinks were consumed, friends and strangers came and went, but all I could think of was how at that time she was tightly in his arms, her under him, both of them naked, sweating and panting, him violating her body in all manners possible. And she possible enjoying it. Could she be thinking of me while doing it? Damn, she could have been my girl.
Nah sexual encounter = thinking of said girl boning another guy thinking of you
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I wasn't aware that girl blogs were supposed to be filled with this much desperation and porn novel-tier writing.
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