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[impure_tale]

I find myself in better spirits of late. Renate does not tire me so easily on her walks any longer, though they are still rather trying. I do not go into the enclosure without my cane because I will find myself leaning upon it sooner or later. The pain returns like clockwork, but not so intensely. Often in other ways, as though the small ruptures in bone are not the problem so much as every organ, nerve, and sliver of muscle around them are working especially hard not to come into contact with them. It's a feeling of strain, most certainly.

Not the manner of agony I would use to inspire me, I'm afraid. I would thank Monsieur Sexby again but I fear at present all he shall do is stare at me blankly, like a cow at an oncoming coach. I cannot trouble myself with such things as memory loss, for I am feeling nostalgic.

I remember when I first came to the barge I found myself rather smitten with an innocent young Warden who had come aboard, by name of Giselle. It is so very, very rare that I feel the impulse to slip away from my familiar and comfortable perversions, the amusement that comes of shocking the more conservative, of discourse with persons given to a greater plane of understanding when it comes to my playful eccentricities. On occasion yes, even I find myself desirous of the preservation of more...innocent inclinations. Giselle was one such individual, perhaps because her innocence was so very genuine. This might come of the fact that she seemed to have existed in a world free of the evils that scarred the cratered, bloodsopped landscape that was my first life. I deigned to offer my arm as a gentleman would. I spoke sweet odes, wooed her as I would the gentle ladies and courtesans of my youth, tried ever-so-hard not to permit my body its characteristic stirrings when she would throw my arms about my neck and embrace me, trusting always my intentions and never knowing the struggles that come of traitorous bloodflow. It was some months before I no longer suffered such instinctual responses, and our relationship had changed considerably, understandably.

She and my Paviche, perhaps my two great loves aboard this ship, and of two very different breeds. My mind is too often set upon my work and little else. I rather think I would relish my next glorious pursuit, and so long as my dear Prefect is content to continue playing hard to get, I suppose I shall have to choose another, oui?

L'amour, my barge. We should all benefit from a little more of it in our lives.

Comments

[buywithme.livejournal.com]

I agree with Rex. Everything involved in the physical expression of affection is... damp and awkward.

[/HARDEST TO GET EVER]

[truth_is_cold]

I find that most awkwardness is of your own making, and the dampness is a good contributor.

[He might have managed to get himself a little bit drunk. Many apologies to Prefect.]

[buywithme.livejournal.com]

No Comrade, the dampness causes the awkwardness! No one likes to be damp, and then everyone feels like they're doing it wrong.

[truth_is_cold]

You don't like to be damp, you like the other person to be damp. If the other person is damp, then you're probably doing it the way that you ought to be. And if the other person should be doing it well enough that you don't care if you're sweaty and breathy and starting to-

I think I need more to drink. [This commercial interruption has been brought to you by a severe need to be drunk.]

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

By all means yes. Have more to drink. I'd like to hear more.

[truth_is_cold]

Do you have something strong?

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

I drink only wine.

[truth_is_cold]

Wine I wouldn't be opposed to.

[buywithme.livejournal.com]

But if no one likes to be damp and the other person is damp, then the other person doesn't like it, and if the other person doesn't like it then that's even more awkward, because then you just know that it's just terrible for everyone and you want to stop but you don't want them to feel rejected!

Or what if they really like being damp and you just think it's terrible?

No, Comrade. It's no good. None of it is any good at all.

1/3

[truth_is_cold]

If you don't like it you stop. Because to keep going is worse than making them feel rejected. But if you love them, usually it's not so bad if they make you damp. Someone you love can take something that makes you uncomfortable and make it not matter.

2/3

[truth_is_cold]

[DAWN OF INEBRIATED REALIZATION!!!]

3/3

[truth_is_cold]

I know how to fix it.

Not you.

Me.

Thank you! I would kiss you, but I can't because it would make you damp.

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[buywithme.livejournal.com]

No one who loved me would ever do such a thing to me.

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[buywithme.livejournal.com]

I mean: You're welcome Comrade.

Don't kiss me.

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

Not always, cherub.

[buywithme.livejournal.com]

I find that dubious. You probably just have a sneaky different word for damp.

Like... irriguous. Sometimes it's irriguous and awkward.

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

Not at all. You dislike being damp. Do you then take comfort and pleasure in having this remedied?

[buywithme.livejournal.com]

I don't think it's possible for these things to be entirely dry. If you offer to prove it to me then I'll think it's a trick!

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

You're not answering my question.

[buywithme.livejournal.com]

I don't know, having my dampness remedied is normally a perfunctory process which I derive neither pleasure nor displeasure from.

[requiresssacrifice]

I don't really find that bothersome until after the act is complete. Then it is awkward. [BECAUSE EVERYONE NEEDS TO KNOW HIS THOUGHTS ON DAMPNESS.]

LOLOLOL REX.

[buywithme.livejournal.com]

You're just not planning ahead then!

[YOU SHOULD BE >C]

[requiresssacrifice]

That's why you always bring a towel along. For the shower.

[~THE MORE YOU KNOW~]

[buywithme.livejournal.com]

Or, you could just save yourself the trouble by not having sex.

[TA DA!]

[requiresssacrifice]

I'm a human male in my twenties who only just-- [LOST HIS VIRGINITY A YEAR AGO] who still enjoys it. That isn't happening.