Weekly Roundup: Busting Tits, No Thanks-giving, And My Autobiography (Mature)

Hmmm, this is strikingly accurate.


Hello to the blogosphere, I Ruby, have put off this needed post for far too long now. It’s strange how I always put off the things that make me happy, and stupidly embrace the things that don’t.

But in my scathing defense, it has been a cluster fuck of necessary and unnecessary bullstink for the past 2 weeks or so.

In no words can I express the envy I have for those who can go a day without uttering the words – “I’m so tired.”


Basics in the front. Details in the back

Thankscrapping has came and went and we’re now into December, fucking jeez man.. Time needs to lay off the coke, because a good slow down is in order.

I spent said day alone for the first time in my life. Normally I make the entire meal and my parents come over to eat. My dad does nothing, my mom yells or criticizes, and I wish more than ever that the sweet embrace of drunk “no shits given” would descend upon me.

I don’t drink btw, it makes me sick, but I’d happily puke if it would make the night end faster.

To be entirely honest though, being alone on Thankscrapping really put into perspective how alone I really am.

And now with Xmas only a week away, I know I’ll be alone again. I’ve been so busy trying to run my eBay stores and fix my house and keep up with people, that I missed the part where you enjoy the holiday season.


Busy Bees Get No Sleep

Nightmares oh nightmares, where would I be without your gentle embrace every time I try and rest my weary bones?

I have them so often that they seem like a second person next to me on my tiny couch. (Yes I actively choose to sleep on my couch)

I wake up twice a night, I lay there with a mind running wild like a kitten snorting catnip. The attention I crave I don’t get, the kind I want little to none of, I get in spades. This isn’t a healthy way to live.

The constant abandonment, feeling less and less like I’ll ever be enough for anyone, or if they’ll actually want me.

So emo, so so emo, I know.

I’m tired of being someone’s opening act. I wanna be the main event. I wanna steal the show. I wanna say when the curtains close.


Streaming, Deprivation, And Clueless Wonder

Thinking back on all the people I’ve met and lost, I realize how few I’ve gained. I know life goes that way, but it still begs the question of what was the point in the first place?

Especially if they leave without a reason or can’t seem to handle themselves while having another person by them who cares.

Every time I get close to a guy, they’re ripped from me like a child’s most beloved stuffed plush. You feel like it breaks a piece of your heart off in the process and slowly your heart just becomes jaded.

You become this cynical person who spits at romance and rolls their eyes at dumb lovey couples. You don’t hate them or their happiness, you hate your lack of it. Despite all the developing and devoting you do.

Guys see a pretty face and hear a few nerdy words and suddenly I’m an infatuation. But people seem to have developed into having the attention span of a goldfish. So, once the connection is established, the focus trails on to newer fairs.

Like a flavor of the week that loses its sweet taste in place of sour.


Im just a…

Horny Spazz..

The horny spazztastic voyage <<< In coming book. A memoir of absolute sexual drought and grinding against my couch. <<<Copyrighted

Well at least despite myself I can still write like a boss. That blade seems sharp as ever. I’m actually gonna write that book so, it’ll be a great book club choice.

Something in this universe is conspiring to make sure I don’t get laid. I dunno what evil scum in the galaxy is pin pricking their voodoo doll of me. A voodoo doll made out of soiled underwear and jizz socks, with pubs for the hair no doubt. But it’s disturbing my sexual chi like an unrelenting cock block machine.

^^^ I’m not ashamed to say I’m proud of writing that. No shame.


A VHS on Rewind

I remember so well how it felt and how close I was to that person that I could smell their sweat and body wash. It covered my skin till my next shower. It soothed the fire that slowly burns through my restraint and sanity. I felt wanted, needed, satisfied while satisfying.

Our red swollen lips kissing nonstop, my claws in their back. The harder I scratch, the harder they pound. Their tongue paving slick roads all over my sensitive and heated body.

Hearing the pattern of our moans and pants, mixed with the colliding of our bodies together. It was entrancing. The universe was that room, and we were the center of it.

The pull of my nipples into their mouth, the way they pinched and tugged the other between their rough fingers.

What did they see that I couldn’t? What about me was driving their lips down my body and between my legs? How did I taste? How soft was the skin against their face?

My slender fingers rubbing the back of their head, messing up the direction of the hair. The way my back arched when they added their own fingers in.

They flowed with my body, curling up and teasing my blushing depths. I can see it in their eyes, they want to watch me writhe under their skilled display.

Kissing so softly before giving my clit the sweetest little licks, as if wanting to savor the pulsing taste. Memorizing the way my body twitched and breath hitched each pass over they made.

They wanted to watch my expression that they were causing. Keeping their fingers in deep, they move up to my face and kiss over my red cheeks before finding a place to rest on my lips.

I then taste it, myself, mixed with the saliva of this hungry impassioned wolf.

I begin to rub where he left off, my tiny vibrator making quick work of any barriers keeping me from ecstasy. Though my eyes are half lid, his are vibrant and wild, and when he feels my walls tighten around his fingers, they catch fire.

My screams of elation fill the statically charged air and I’m lost under his control. I catch a glimpse of the prideful smirk on his face, and as my voice calms down, he kisses me. Pulling his fingers out, he gestures for me to open my mouth and I obey.

I felt this adoration in every move he made, I cleaned his fingers and I knew he couldn’t wait anymore. The second he’s in position, I feel it slide in.

It’s so hot, a thousand bullets flooding into me. The tightness of my hole embrace him instantly. I feel complete. Thighs sliding over hips, wrapping myself in him. And I say a quiet prayer for this night to never end.

Watching myself from the inside out, seeing our bodies together, I feel a fondness and aching longing like no other.


Well Then..

To be fair I wasn’t expecting to write that at all. I had no prior intent to get so lewd. But I have to admit, spontaneous lewdness is rarely ever unwelcome in my book

Now that I’m sufficiently caught between the world I have to get up and face, and the one of immense satisfaction, I best post this.

I’m sorry for the delay, I can only say that I’ll try my best to do better.

So I’ll leave it with- Life isn’t complicated, it’s we who muddle it up. šŸšŸ‚


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