He may jump. Shit! I wish I had seen this before—in real life—and not only in movies. I wish I had someone beside me—someone who could respond promptly, unlike me, who over analyzes every possibility just to avoid getting involved, for I fear taking responsibility for how things turn out. Thus, setting aside myself, I see events from far away—from someone else’s eyes, from someone else’s perspective. It’s a disease. Thinking on someone’s behalf is a disease. Sometimes, after intimate sexual activity, I ponder upon the woman’s expectations of me. Then, the pleasurable moment turns into a pang of guilt that enslaves my indifferent mind. Is this behaviour just to neutralize the pleasure I get after ejaculation? Is it normal? Am I normal? Perhaps. I remember the last time I betrayed someone. One last stroke. I pulled it out and quickly laid it across her abdomen. I pressed my groin as hard as possible against her body until my ankles weakened and my body was filled with sensations. The nex...
i am redhya. here i spew out disorder birthed by my restless neurons. you may or may not like what you read. either way, i urge you to do it. moreover, you may comment what you think so that i understand my writings from your perspectives. But a word of warning - SURRENDER yourself before you begin; otherwise, these are merely some words taking their last breaths and it's impossible to resuscitate them now.