stories to tell

Train girl: "i can't say i don't miss you. and it's not like we had a lot of time alone between just us but every connection with you slowed time itself. every exchange of glances felt like an inside conversation, we smiled and i felt an energy unlike anything else. to say i thought you were beautiful is the biggest understatement i could make. you make me fly when you enter the room.  i dream for one kiss."     - Train boy

 The sea was bright blue and brought a brisk and cooling breeze. We were up on a hill overlooking the town and the vineyards that surrounded it. The sun shone splendidly and created gilded stripes in between the waves. It was around noon and before taking out the picnic blanket I looked at her to see if she was enjoying the view. I couldn’t be more enchanted. In the sun her eyes were a deeper blue than any ocean or sea I had ever seen. Sapphires were dull and boring next to her. Her lips were rosy and pretty and in a half smile that made me float in the air. I reached my hand to hold hers but I missed the mark and suddenly I was holding her hip. The curves of her body, she was a goddess incarnate. I prayed for Aphrodite to be elsewhere or else she’d be jealous.  We ate our sandwiches and laid on the blanket looking at the few clouds. i put my hands under my head and she nestled next to me. She looked at me and kissed me. At first softly. Then she crossed a leg over my waist an...

 Every kiss was sweeter than the previous one. Her lips felt like the softest fabric ever imagined. The wetness of her lower lip as it parted was an embrace to happiness and flowers bloomed in my heart. From the first time I saw her freezing in that train platform I knew she’d kill me. Either from love or heartbreak. She was so skinny, when she put on my scarf her tiny shirt lifted and I could see her hip bones. God I wanted to get on my knees and worship her waist! But now we are here, on a bridge over the rhine and alone. Feeling grateful that we found each other, saying our good byes, and suddenly I held her hand and pulled her closer to me. It was so smooth I couldn’t believe I was doing it. I saw her big eyes, forest green in this dusk light, dart from my lips to my eyes and I kissed her. Then all passion broke loose.  I felt love. It was warm, it was sudden, it was scary. We couldn’t part like this. Her hands wrapped around my neck and I held her even closer. I felt her ...

 Karma police. That’s who followed her to Europe. She was not supposed to submit an abstract to this conference. Not when Mark had been working for 5 years at the company and had never traveled before. Not when she only had 6 months in and barely knew anyone. But he had called her science shoddy. Fuck him. It’s not her fault they deemed her hastily made experiment much better than his. She was given a presentation and travel award while that prick didn’t even get in. It was underhanded, the way she went about it, but after all the comments about women in engineering he deserves to be stuck where he is.  Nevertheless karma is a bitch who doesn’t care about fuckwads getting what they deserve. As she was getting off the train in that tiny French village she noticed her luggage being dragged on by a tiny blond haired teenager. It took Ana five seconds to realize she was being robbed. “Wait!!! help! stop that kid!” She ran after her but she was agile as hell and jumped across the t...

 Rolling verdant hills adorn the brilliance of you eyes but my mind today wonders to your mouth and those crimson lips in your pale face.  A passionate kiss, a lustful embrace.  My hands move down from your neck onto your shoulders  And as I lovingly move down i hold on to the tiny straps of your old tank top.  The mountains become smoky with early morning fog and we kiss in that empty train cabin.  Your breasts exposed and at attention. Like beautiful pink soldiers waiting to be kissed and teased and adored.  The train speeds and so do we. The clicking noise disappears and your moans are the only music in my ears.  My hands hold on to your waist but a powerful gravitational force pulls them down; soon your traveling comfy pants are comfortably by your ankles.  A long bridge ahead of us and an emerald river below us remind me of your eyes   But I can only see that beautiful mound of pleasure between your legs.   I kiss you and your ...

 Holding her hand warmed my chest  And I smiled so wholeheartedly I knew what love was again.  Her skin was soft and mine rough  I was afraid but she nestled her fine long fingers deeper in my hand.  I wanted to stop time and live forever in that moment.  Romance, love, deep sighs at night and when she wasn’t looking. I heard her sigh and I felt a kindred deep and true.  A thousand sunsets couldn’t color my life more than her hand in mine. “The clouds…” she said. “The clouds are what makes a sunset colorful”  Did I speak my thoughts out loud? “You are my clouds”.  And you are my sun. 

 “You know how the ocean looks when the sun is low and everything turns to gold? The waves are soft and long. There are glimmers of orange and red and yellow and sometimes that dark green pokes through? That’s her hair.”  He stared mindlessly into the horizon remembering how she smiled at his last dumb joke. “God I wish I could drown in her!”

 ...and so i kissed her. her lips on mine felt like ambrosia, i was immediately inebriated with passion. the softness of her kiss consumed my senses. i felt a strand of her obsidian hair fly in between our kiss and she smirked in a way that just melted my entire existence and pulled away. "I...always thought you'd be a good kisser" she said as she pushed her hair behind her ear. I tried to copy her smile, trying to summon all the charisma i've ever dreamed of having. i stepped in closer to her, feeling her body pressed against mine. i slowly leaned in for another kiss. this time i moved in slower, adoring her blue eyes. This time she slowly caressed my back until she was almost hugging me and then strongly pushed her body against mine. "i can feel all of you" she whispered in between kisses. our breathing got heavier and heavier and suddenly i found myself holding her, her legs wrapped around my waist. "Wait, are you sure we can do this?" i managed...

 ...and so she kissed him in his small dinosaur mouth. his lips felt cold and she felt the rush of blood to her face warming her cheeks. there was something magical in that kiss. she felt enveloped in magic, the effervescence of passion boiling within her. His tongue caressed just the inner part of her lower lip and suddenly her knees weakened and she dreamed of being carried away. She tried to lean back, fearful of her emotions and how fast it all seemed to go, but his tail embraced her, coiling around her. She felt the strength of his embrace, first on the small of her back and then firmly against her butt. This was definitely not cold, she thought. Her body kept turning red hot everywhere and her mind raced, wanting to give in to her lust, to follow this ancient power and let it flow through her, on top of her, inside of her. She wanted all of his dino self.

  On a bridge over the sea There was a dark blue ocean all around us as the gentle rocking of the tracks lulled us into silence. You sat in front of me, reading, while I watched the reflections of the waves in your big blue eyes, not knowing if the the blue was you or the water. It was a deep but light blue, the kind that you see in a cold cloudless winter morning. Like the time when we were in that snow field surrounded by nothing and warmed only by our words.  I wanted to reach out, let you know how every second I spend with you remains endless like the waves below us.  But I remained silent as the clouds and fog from the land reached our window. The tendrils of islets and keys and canals from the city started to engulf our view and I wanted to stay here with you. In our ocean. In my unspoken love. 

estrellas brillan hasta explotar  y crean universos llenos de luz pero nada se compara con el resplendor de tu mirada y el amarillo de tus trenzas de oro. desde lejos por que de cerca seria pecado siento el calor de tus palabras  siempre en desafio y todo contado mientras sonreimos de nuestras intelectuales maniobras las olas de oceanos gigantes golpean creando diamantes de hielo y agua dulce pero nada tan dulce como un beso tuyo de labios firmes y carnudos aqui cerca por que si se sale peligraria tantas cosas que el corazon grita y anhela y con un solo abrazo te conoceria en una tormenta tu amor una vela. [yo se que no deberia pensar en ti pero a veces se me hace imposible. sigo intentando ver lo positivo de aquello, pero el deseo de estar contigo crea una ansiedad que crece y crece. tantos suspiros para nada, tantos deseos que intelectualmente se son simple idioteces. tengo que aprender a disrfutar de solo tu compañia a lo lejos, y esperar que estos sentimientos sean pasajer...

 Death; inevitable seeping shadow, that cools on the  hottest of summers. Sadness; a slowly pulsating engulfing lava, burning the newly borne flowers, leaving everything to renew. Love; indescribable, encompassing peace. A breeze in an arid desert, a delicious chocolate in a mediocre dessert. Safety, warmth, a hug, a smile after a hard effort. Indescribable. 

 what is more beautiful than a mystical sky when the sunset comes in full of reds and oranges and the water reflects the clouds in shades and shadows and then they glide, shimmering and beautiful? the stars and the moon; pale and wonderfully fair how to fix your gaze on one? the sky keeps changing colors, ever darkens and the stars and moon grow brighter and their allure mystifies and charms my ever hungry heart and soul. i'd drown if my obsession of their lovely frame like an angel held me just afloat over the dark green water. which is more pleasing, which is more enchanting? the stars or the moon.

 pursed, moist, brilliant, silken kiss of a sweet breeze summer never ends

inundated by the sounds of your laughs i swim happy to drown in your voice while waves crash above  and the sun is brightened by your alabaster sculptures and cardinal lips.   in a dark and dusty basement a fluttering breath of a humming bird's wings for a minuscule growing plant is more than life; it is happiness. the silhouette of your flames blinds i freely fly into the darkest light while ephemeral licks of pain and pleasure of fire and light and beauty that your shadow dares copy end at the tip of your hips.

  Flowing through the countryside with the dark green grass on my left and the deep blue of the ocean on my right.   All I can do I think about you. The way the sun shines on the waves reminds me of your smile. The way you breathe out when you laugh and I can’t help but feel like those waves, warned by the embrace of the light.  The train moves on and we go through little towns. Little houses, all clean and quaint. Picturesque on the hillside with their gardens.  And yet I day dream with you. Flowers of all colors and sizes dance with the gentle breeze and kiss the air with their fragrance. And yet I can tell you with no fear that you are more enchanting than all of them, you hair more resplendent and your air sweeter still.  Through forests we now roll. A cool shade kisses the hard metallic frame, offering a calmness oasis. In the distance windmills wave goodbye wishing for better adventures.  Multicolored moss adorns the idyllic grounds, making beauty out...

the way you smile brightens my heart. your stifled laughter and funny guffaws are so adorable that my insides hurt yearning to hold you, to hug you. but this pain is that of pleasure, that of daydreams, and love.   long and firm are your legs and when you have those shorts and your muscles shine in the sun there is no flower or goddess more beautiful.   the way you smile and your lips move apart fill my dreams and joy exudes so much that i dance alone, desiring to be with you but it's all a small measure, a silly dream, of love.

work:  i am pretending to work right now. i don't know why i'd do this if i could just be working instead. i want to work. i really do. i have this gnawing pressure to finish my work, this growing anxiety. and  yet i just can't work on it .  how do people do it? it's like i feel that what i need to do is useless. i can imagine it but my hands can't write. i'd rather be doing an experiment, collecting information, getting data, interpreting that data. but then having to write a chapter on the information? ugh. why can't the world of textbook just be a bunch of bullet points? trust me, i know what i'm doing .  i don't what to do i guess. is this an attention disorder or am i just a lazy bum? there's also so many little things to organize and change and do that i feel frozen on how to even start. i end up just staring at the screen. it's like a big scary ghost, as long as i stare at it i will not be consumed by it. however, it keeps growing and ...

  Lucius John was moving into his new apartment. His third since he got Lucius the squirrel. Lucius had been a gift from his ex-girlfriend, a break-up present if you will. It was all brown save for a "racing" white stripe that ran from the tip of his nose all the way to the tip of his short little tail. John figured he had a short tail due to an accident or something similar, it ended abruptly, as if his maker had ran out of bushy strands. He never asked Patty where she got the squirrel, he was more concerned about her leaving him than the squirrel, and always wondered if she had always carried it in her car, waiting for that moment. He could have let the squirrel go, put in a park or a sewer, and save himself a lot of trouble but something did not let him. John kept Lucius through the loss of friends and lovers and, after being thrown out of two apartments buildings, he had finally found an adequate one. It was a loft, with high ceilings and plenty of space for Lucius. ...

 song of the moment:  these days i've been feeling that pain in your heart of being in love, or being heart broken, or starting something monumental in your life. the problem is that i don't know why. it strikes the hardest when i look at the newly growing leaves.  i feel like i'm floating through, engrossed in impassioned desire, the days and nothing can anchor me. the sun, the rain, the clouds, the sunset, daydreams of kisses and hugs and embraces, all these things speeding my heart and creating a pain of a black hole in my chest. with the elation of love being felt there's the dread that accompanies it. a solitude that is felt the strongest when i'm sitting and the shadows of the night creep up. i've been on three dates now and they all have been lacking. and not because the people are not interesting or nice, but there's just no...chemistry. maybe that's what has me so distraught. i want to feel in love but i can't fulfill it. i think i may give ...