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EnigmaticSo it's...5:56AM. Not an unusual hour for me, but my lover was quick to crash into bed. I'm sitting next to her now, listening to the music she puts on every night to get to sleep, to the soft sound of her breathing.
I wish I could hear her dreams too. I know what she thinks on a day to day basis, but in her dreams, where her subconscious rules...God, I'd pay to see it.
Is it bright? Dark? Colorful or dull? Uplifting and free or restricted and conservative? Lately I've just been wanting to know more about her.
You'd think after putting a ring on her finger I'd know all about the woman. I'd know exactly how she likes her tea, what her favorite color is, what movies she's seen. But I look back and realize, she's so much deeper than the last layer of her I'd gotten through. She's more complex, more confusing.
And I love it. More than anything. She's an unsolvable Rubix cube and I can't change the stickers on her. I could never. I would never. She's beautiful and mysterious and infuriating
I'm Eating taco bell, you're jealous.Thomas stared at the large black trashbag, loosely tied at the top. He considered for a moment, purchasing stronger trashbags in the future. This one already had tears in the plastic, dripping deep crimson. Slumping into an armchair facing the bag, Thomas tapped a pack of cigarettes against his palm. He pulled one out and slipped it between his lips. Upon lighting it, he sucked a breath out of it, a pleasurable burn hitting his throat. Smoking was not a regular habit for him, but now was as good a time as any to start. Hacking a full grown man to peices and shoving him into one cheap trashbag was no small feat. Thomas felt he deserved a little self destructive indulgence as a reward. The blonde stood again. He had some time, he could take a shower and cleanse himself of the sweat that coated his tired body. Leaving the bag where it was, he began peeling clothing off, letting it fall where it may as he made his way to the washroom. After switching the water on he leaned against the show
ContemplativeI went to sleep at seven something, so I ended up waking at midnight. I grumble at this, knowing I'll have to force myself to sleep again to go to school in the morning. Disregarding, I push the power button on the PC, listening to the buzz of the fan. It cuts cleanly through the silence of the night, my roommate didn't switch on music to break up the pressing quiet. I grimace for a moment upon running my fingers through my hair and vow to take a long shower after a small web browsing session. The grime of the day had decided to settle in my hair and that combined with my neurotic tossing and turning resulted in an unpleasant feeling on my head. I know I'm still half asleep by this feeling of being stuck to the ground. Not just stuck, gravity does that, but stuck. Stuck like my body feels heavier. During the day I'm light, quick, nothing weighs me down. But after the hindrance of sleep, I feel weighty, it's suddenly a chore to get to one place from another.
I think faintly on finding o
IronmanHear me read it
My friends used to call William "Ironman" because the first time we kissed he got a nosebleed and the taste of his blood haunted me for a long time after it. We'd only been twelve years old and apparently the anxiety spiked his blood pressure to the point of combustion... I remember that when we were forced to take sex ed a few years later we were divided into separate classes for boys and girls, in case a diagram of an ovary was too risqué and we became animalistic and started clawing at each other in our seats, but nonetheless when our teacher Ms Jacobs had explained to us what an erection was in my mind all I could picture was the blood rushing to his nose and then the slash of cranberry across my blouse.
With the idea planted in his mind it didn't take long for William's hands to start wandering, but the image persisted. Every time I thought about just letting it happen I wondered what would happen if he got too excite
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