Tomic Riter

Tag: prose

  • Banging on my desk.

    Working saturday sucks. It sucks more when it’s a holiday but you are supposed to work because you didn’t finish the work earlier on time. It sucks because the work will really never finish but your life surely will. And on your death bed, you won’t remember and cherish a single moment spent on correcting Excel sheets and Word documents and producing copies of copies of copies of the same folder on your computer. It’s noon now and too hot outside. I am sitting in front of a water cooler and it doesn’t make any difference to the amount of sweat on my forehead and around my lips. I am sitting and staring at the computer screen in front. I would rather we make love now. We could make love at the back on that table. We could make love right here on the floor. We could make love right here right now in my chair, you on top of me, me removing your bra, you pulling down my trousers, my cock inside you, your mouth inside my mouth, your hair in my hands. I don’t give a fuck about this job and this work. It’s an unending drudgery. It has destroyed my ass, my heart. We both want the same. We both want to make each other wet, make so much love. I am having an erection already, my hundredth erection since I woke up, thinking about you and me.

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  • I want you all the time.

    My face between your breasts. Your clit warm in my hands. My palms on your butt. I am kissing you and licking you. My face rubbing on your breasts. Your breasts pushing me down under them. I am warm under you. I am loving it. I am touching your clit, sucking your nipple, taking it with my tongue, then with my whole mouth. I am sucking you deep, sucking so nicely, my lips never leaving you. I am raising my hips to touch your clit with my cock. I am hard so hard. You rubbing your clit on my cock. It feels so good, so wonderful, so beautiful. You clit up and down on me. I am holding you tightly, my cock inside you, deep and strong. Your hips opening to me, my cock in and out of your sweet well, in and out. In and out. In and out. You moaning for me. You wetting for me. I am opening you more and more for me. I want you deeply. I want you badly. I want you all the time.

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  • Shaking up the things.

    Sleepy eyes. Sweat on my back. Scorching sun following me everywhere. Sitting for hours at one desk. Often, I forget I have the choice to stand up. Often, I forget to take a piss. Often, I forget to drink water. Often, I am just sitting there at my desk, waiting for the working hours to end so that I can go back home and make myself some black coffee, play some old gold music, do a little writing, look out of the window of my bedroom, lie in bed and imagine you on me and end up masturbating and then back in my chair. Today is another day when you won’t be here until late. You are tired, I know. You want to get done with it as quickly as possible. I wish you were here. I could have given you a nice body massage before you went to work, and then we would have made love again. We are making love now. In my head, we are making love all the time, your skin on my skin, me touching you everywhere at once. There’s dust buried in the corner of my eyes, dust flowing through the window and settling down on my sofa, dust everywhere on the road to my home. Caffeine has started kicking in. I can feel it in my eyes more than anywhere else. I can feel it clearly. Tomorrow, I run out of water. But that happens tomorrow and it may never come. Gulping down the last of this coffee now. Putting down the cup. Touching my cock. Closing my eyes. You are here.

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  • With all that and all those.

    At this speed, it would take me a hundred days to finish the first draft. Pathetic. Yes. Pathetic is what I am to say the least. Pathetic is what I do best. Even caffeine doesn’t help. It only burns my chest. Sleep comes to me like a sexy goddess, like you, and it tries to climb up my legs, paralyzing me out of ecstasy, sending my cock in a mad frenzy. I can’t help but think about your wonderful ass. It makes me feel good. It makes me whole. It brings out the best in me. I can’t help but think about your lips. Your lips licking my lips. Your tongue licking my tongue. I can’t help but think about your nipples. Your nipples on my chest, keeping my skin warm. Your nipples growing wild and bursting with my lips on them. I can’t help but think about you sitting on my cock, my hands on your ass, your mouth in my mouth. With all that ass and all those nipples and all those lips, you are not here as I go mad alone and put myself on fire sitting on my bed.

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  • A little something before I fall again.

    Who really cares about writing in the afternoon! Afternoon is a dead time. The most dead part of the day. Afternoon sucks. But for some reason, the tree leaves appear greenest in the afternoon. Slap me if I am wrong. Pull out all my teeth. But I will say that again. My legs are still aching. Yesterday morning, I walked more than I should have. But I couldn’t help it. The weather was so good. I couldn’t help but walk more than usual. I remember waking up today morning with cramps in my right leg. All the muscles there were aching and it felt like they totally dried. I felt like screaming. But soon I fell asleep again and I didn’t scream. Believe me, I didn’t. I just drank some water and fell down on my pillow. I finally woke up much later and it took me some time to realize that I had completely failed in hearing the alarm ring. God woke me up. And why wouldn’t he. He loves to fuck up my day. Any day. He woke me up only to throw me into the giant money thresher. I am just a pawn. Worse, I am an intelligent pawn. He would make sure I get sucked up before I fall dead. There’s no rest for me. No break. No mercy. Salvation doesn’t seem like a feasible option. I sometimes wonder if I would die of a simple heart attack, or it would be something more dramatic, something more time taking. My eyes are getting heavy again. I hate to cough. I am sitting almost naked in my chair and watching the greenest tree leaves ever created, the yellow of the sunlight falling through the window on my pillow. Now the yellow is gone. Must be the clouds gathering above. Yeah. Everything is beginning to slow down under the monotonous humming of the ceiling fan. I am slowing down. I stop.

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  • You can call it day one or whatever.

    The cyclone has started pissing everywhere. Grey sky today. Sunlight did fell down for some time in the noon. I had to change my sleeping position several times Now it’s just windy and dim and a few people are taking a walk outside. The cyclone won’t be hitting us that bad. I don’t live on earth. I am living somewhere between Mars and Earth, because you can find here none of what you see on Earth. At this point, it is natural to assume that I have been fooled all my life, and that I have no idea about what I am talking.

    Woke up after a long slumber. Thankfully, my head isn’t aching. I am just feeling drained. I ate too much in lunch, and whenever I do that, my half day goes to waste. Some white-haired half bald short man is walking alone half naked in my garden at six in the evening. What the hell! What’s going on! Is this even my home! It must be Monday. Yeah. It is indeed. Mondays are great only for the unemployed. I miss my days of unemployment a lot. I think I have said that on several occasions. When I was unemployed, I was so free. So fucking free. I want those days to come back. I am tired of this white-collared slavery. It’s a pain in my ass. It’s the path to lifelong hemorrhoids, to cancer, to irregular blood pressure, to diabetes, to complete failure at doing anything of worth. There’s no adventure. Life crawls out of you slowly but steadily. You can feel it. You can really feel it.

    I better get back to my short story. It has been alone for long. It’s a beautiful story inside my head. I just want to put it down before it dies in my terrible head. Before that, a cup of black coffee will be all.

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  • It started with something else.

    I really haven’t given much thought to my vision. I feel drained, as if all the water in me has vaporized. It hurts to even piss. But I am still alive. It’s a little hazy before my eyes but I can still figure out the outlines of things and people. As time passes, a mouse grows into a dinosaur, a mountain crumbles to mud, a peacock eats a car, a bus chases a fly, you breathe in my neck, I open your legs and feel you with my fingers and we are in heaven again and all that unwanted hell falls behind. I smell my own skin, imagining your mouth, your hands, your whole body. My throat is dry again. My legs are lifeless. Now is the time. And now it’s too late. Too late. I turn my head towards a dull pale sunset. Somewhere not far away, they keep drilling holes into the wall for nothing. It’s all too loud. I think about walking out of here. I walk out.

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  • Walking out of there to anywhere.

    Report came in the morning. Tested negative. Finally! The virus in me is dead. Dead for now! Isolation ended after 15 days. But I managed to write quite a lot in those 15 days. Even got an e-book published. And wrote some short stories. And good music was always there to listen to.

    I walked out of my room and straight to the kitchen, made myself a large cup of black coffee, added a little honey (I hate sugar!), stirred. I walked to the balcony with my cup, pulled out a rotten chair, sat in it and looked around. Below, orange bright flowers were swaying in hot winds. Men on motorcycles coming back and leaving. Birds shooting through the space. The empty blue sky above, the concrete ground below and all the things living and dead in between. It felt good to step out of my room and have a look at all that happening around. A boy walking to somewhere. A car taking left turn. Another car in reverse gear. Song blaring on a water tanker. Streetlights beginning to glow white. Leaves falling down, getting blown away. Bird feathers flowing with the wind. By the time I finished my coffee, it had cooled down. It always cools down. I put down my cup and thought about taking a walk outside. I hadn’t take a proper walk in months.

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  • Let’s laugh.

    Sitting on the commode. Thinking about the world. HA HA HA! Behind me, the exhaust fan buzzing. Dirt in my eyes, in my fingernails. I am fine, just hack off my head. Pull down my pants and beat me to death. Where’s my breakfast! Oh there it is! But where! Oh there but where but there. Everywhere. I am going to eat everything and sing a song ding dong come play along what the fuck is going on. My underwear is hanging on a hook like a bride without make up. BAAHHHH.

    Let us move on. Let us open all the water taps and drown the universe. Let us do something and laugh. Jesus Christ where is everybody! Oh they died long ago, got eaten by termites and bugs. A fine ending and an honourable one. Enough of this shit. Time to wipe my ass and brush my teeth and then stare at some wall all day.

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  • Up and running and stopping.

    I eat some fruits and fall back in my chair. Outside its burning hot. Always burning hot. If you travel west from here for 6 hours straight, you will hit a desert and fall into the hot sands. I traveled once in that direction. It was shit. Too hot. I thought I could take it but it was too hot. 48 degrees celsius hot. Ass burning hot. Hotter than any hot. And the food was bullshit. At night the desert would fall so calm, the camels would disappear, outside was pleasantly cool but inside, where I was supposed to sleep, was always hot so hot and I could never fall asleep, not even for a minute. All that happened ages ago.

    Now I just sit in my chair and wait for the day when I can touch the sun again, and smell the flowers again and eat something and feel some taste. Now I just sit in my chair and drink water now and then and pop Vitamin pills and think of you and think of making love to you one more time.

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