thoughts that whisper

thoughts that whisper

Sometimes I overthink too much.
I get lost in the side tracks of my thoughts.
I love thoughts that whisper.
Not thinking out loud,
but inside my head, softly. As if it was real.
Let those same thoughts be carried away by the wind. What I love so much. Unstoppable. Pure.
As is my love.
As is my sex.
I would have them carried away to you.
Let them go (with you) on a journey, far far away.
So that you won’t forget me.
That you miss me.
That you feel as you once felt. For me.
I would add my smile, you know, that special delicious smile, which is sweet but just as naughty.
I would let my thoughts whisper how much I would like to see you.
How much I love your lips, your mouth, your tongue.
How I think of your body and your powerful arms. Around me.
That I sometimes hide in your safe place, giving kisses in your neck.
Where I smell your scent, that scent that makes everything all right.
I would like to let you know how horny it is when I feel your stiff cock against me.
As if he’s knocking against my belly, to check if everything inside is still fluttering and tickling. Or because he wants to go inside, be in me. Now.
I would let my thoughts go and do it. Everything. To you. With you. In every possible way.
I would do myself if I see that in front of me and relive you and again and again and send a touch of my scent, when my thoughts go on, to you.
I know you would feel me if I did.
I believe that you recognize me, retrieve it from a far away memory, so intensely. That you’ll get so so fucking hard.
I know you see me in front of you, how I do that.
Naked in my old classic Chesterfield chair, I look outside and masturbate and let my thoughts whisper, lose control, let go of any burden and when I come, it’s not just my thoughts that whisper.
I am also whispering, it is your name.


All artwork by Puck Rietveld

The philosophy behind blogporn is not so much that it’s written by me, as being my own person, but from a pseudonym. An alter ego, so to speak. This has several advantages.

First, my writings (on the wall) are not linked to me as a person, I mean that people who read blogporn don’t make an association with me. To guarantee my anonymity for various reasons. On the other hand, I think it’s important that everyone (18+) may and can recognize themselves in blogporn. It could therefore in principle be written by everyone and at the same time for everyone. This is what it’s all about. I find that important.

I want to exhilarate, challenge, be vulnerable, be able to be, dare to(o), arouse curiosity and share, create togetherness or just stimulate time with yourself. I want you to smile in recognition, get warmed by desire, notice your body when you get horny, really feel and touch yourself and who knows the other person too. What you do before, during or after blogporn is your choice. A sort of everything is possible and everything is allowed story 😉

Now let’s go back to my alter ego, the pseudonym I choose to write under. I chose N/A. The literal translation of this is: Not Applicable. It also means Not Available and No Answer. And last but not least:

Nocturnal Animal

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