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The
steady, monotonous sounds of another Charlottesville rainstorm
provide a new rhythm for his growing restlessness, uncertainty, and
dread.
He watches the rain through the bay window of his large luxury condo close to downtown, alone.
Across the street, the downpour travels the incline of the cupcake bakery roof and pools in the slight valleys of the unoccupied handicap spaces of the deserted parking lot.
Behind him, his furniture, his books, his instruments, his things do not fill the space, and the emptiness echoes and subtly frames him a small man. When he vaguely senses his design induced inferiority, he grits his teeth and entertains.
Publicly, he takes great pleasure in the borrowed peace of Hatha yoga, the improvised cacophony of modern jazz, and the slow savor of heavy, crystal glasses brimming with freshly made mojitos.
Privately, he takes great pleasure in me.
When all of his guests have begun their slow, soggy stumble homeward, he takes me out of my box and lovingly places me on the floor amidst the sticky and solid party debris. I become the calm eye center of the chaos. I am his rose of Sharon.
It fascinates him that he owns me but cannot contain me. It fascinates him that my explicit obedience subverts and obliterates him. It fascinates him that his worship of me diminishes the anxiety mounting within his narcissism.
When I allow him to sample my darkness, he is purified and light. When he enters me, he encounters safe haven and the precise cut of my blade. When everything he is melts within me, he is mine.
He is free.
He savors my intoxicating poison. He weeps remembering his first notice of sunsets and his later jaded, dismissal of her mango, red grapes, and watermelon shades.
Overcome and writhing in ecstatic suffering, he collapses onto the trash on the floor by my side.
Spent, satisfied, saturated.
He rests.
He watches the rain through the bay window of his large luxury condo close to downtown, alone.
Across the street, the downpour travels the incline of the cupcake bakery roof and pools in the slight valleys of the unoccupied handicap spaces of the deserted parking lot.
Behind him, his furniture, his books, his instruments, his things do not fill the space, and the emptiness echoes and subtly frames him a small man. When he vaguely senses his design induced inferiority, he grits his teeth and entertains.
Publicly, he takes great pleasure in the borrowed peace of Hatha yoga, the improvised cacophony of modern jazz, and the slow savor of heavy, crystal glasses brimming with freshly made mojitos.
Privately, he takes great pleasure in me.
When all of his guests have begun their slow, soggy stumble homeward, he takes me out of my box and lovingly places me on the floor amidst the sticky and solid party debris. I become the calm eye center of the chaos. I am his rose of Sharon.
It fascinates him that he owns me but cannot contain me. It fascinates him that my explicit obedience subverts and obliterates him. It fascinates him that his worship of me diminishes the anxiety mounting within his narcissism.
When I allow him to sample my darkness, he is purified and light. When he enters me, he encounters safe haven and the precise cut of my blade. When everything he is melts within me, he is mine.
He is free.
He savors my intoxicating poison. He weeps remembering his first notice of sunsets and his later jaded, dismissal of her mango, red grapes, and watermelon shades.
Overcome and writhing in ecstatic suffering, he collapses onto the trash on the floor by my side.
Spent, satisfied, saturated.
He rests.
Awake
now, he returns me to my box wiping away his tears. He gently places
my box in the black corner of his sin closet.
He plays the later works of Art Pepper on his ipod and drifts from his pelvic tilts to his eye of the needle poses again promising to never leave the simplicity of his mat again.
The rain yields.
He plays the later works of Art Pepper on his ipod and drifts from his pelvic tilts to his eye of the needle poses again promising to never leave the simplicity of his mat again.
The rain yields.
I
included pictures of a thin, blonde, blue eyed, 22 year old.
Here
were the responses... I've changed all the names.
4
spam. (They were generated by real men who send the same cut and
paste messages to most ads)
1
very graphic email from a known, local sex offender.
Harvey
Well
that was an interesting ad on Craigslist, of course it's bright and
sunny in downtown C'ville right now, looks nice out !!!
Bobby
A
hi
Me
nope.
try again. :)
Bobby
A
Hello
lol
Me
nope.
try again. one more chance.
Bobby
A
I
love you and want to spend time with you, I know I just struck out
but my I tell you on the outside your a beautiful woman.
Fisher
I
just wanted to tell you that I came across your post on Craigslist
and thought it was an awesome story. Very passionate and beautiful
and I feel as if I've heard it before. Where is it from? Did you make
it up? Just wanted to tell you it was nice. Lol :)
Me
Thank
you. Just wrote it today. So, it's from the ether of messages forming
a halo around my head. Bummed it does not come off as more original
though. :)
Fisher
You
seem like a beautiful soul and very intelligent. With such a gorgeous
face I was amazed to get to the end of your story and find that
you're single.lol But your story was very original as a whole. I'm
sorry I came off as though it wasn't your original piece.. It would
blow the minds of many as it didmine.
I only felt It was familiar because of the intense vibes i got from
it..the energy or something I suppose. haha. I don't know..but it was
nice and I plan to check every so often in high hopes of seeing more
of your writings. :)
Fisher
I
didn't realize at first that you had posted your story in a women
seeking men section of Craigslist...I guess that would have given
away that you're single lol I was only browsing around when I found
your story. But anyway. I'm wondering how many other writings you've
got. Would you share more? I'm sorry, I'm not hitting on you by any
means..though your beautiful. Im just very interested in the way you
write. I myself am far from a writer but I highly enjoy reading
certain peoples journalings/story's/songs ect. You've grabbed my
attention.
Anonymous
hey
baby let's fuck and let me eat your pussy
Mike
Y
I'm
a 20 year old and 5ft 4 inch guy. would u be willing to chill out at
my place I'm kind of a shy person. I have Netflix, videogames and if
u want to hike there's also some woods.
P.S. if u want me to send you a picture of what I look like just ask
P.S. if u want me to send you a picture of what I look like just ask
Shady
Well
I must say I dig your style. You know jazz, and that's sexy as hell.
Art Pepper has always been criminally underated. I can tell you're
well read, and that's sexy too. I'm curious to know why you posted
what you did? To work on your craft? To see who gets it? Multiple
reasons? I'd love to hear some more about, tell you about myself, and
maybe see a picture. Hope you have a wonderful weekend and hope to
hear from you
Dezzy
how
are you
Mark
I
This
cl ad is sexy and turned me on! I'm in CVille
Jon
M
I
enjoyed your ad, the story was amazing :) I hope you are real because
I can send you a poem in the second response ;)
Phillip
Really
pretty woman, would u like sometime grab a drink
t
s
Just
when I think I have the poem figured out,.. I get lost in the tangled
and somewhat vague description of what it is your characterizing. I
do think its nice put together tho. just wish I knew what it was. I
have an idea but if I’m wrong,.. Sheeshhh!!!!! lol
james
c
Very
poetic
Me
yes
james
c
Well
if your nnodoingt anything this evening id like to go on a date (his
phone number) if you want a picture just ask
Brian
C
Hey
what u up to would you like to chill
Tommy
T
To
start off, just want to say Yur post was so erotic that it got me
super aroused:).Dont know if yu would consider having some fun
together but I got to try after reading that post I'm older, 44,Wh,
6ft1,190,fit,not ugly,:), not rude, crude, a gentleman that loves
having erotic fun when it seems worth the chase,interested? Yur very
beautiful and I'd love to show yu how a mature gent could take you to
a level yu may have only dreamed of, Thanks
sn
Yo!
Dave
H
Hello
there. I loved your posting on Craigslist. Would you be
interested in some hot wild passionate fun and excitement and if you
would be interested in more we can get to really know each other.
hope you have a great day and hope you enjoy my pix!!!!
(he
included no pix)
Roy
Yes
love to. Yes I can
Jay
H
I
am intrigued by the poetic nature of a Charlottesville afternoon.
Primal sexuality, forbidden fruit, and saxophones...
I can't help but
think of Sweethaus and Rupert Holmes... fantasy or reality?
Me
metaphor
Junior B
Pussy
that tight huh?
BB
Hi
Dear
Can we be friends initially, and I will help you in everything you need that you like
Can we be friends initially, and I will help you in everything you need that you like
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Overall,
I realized that men when confronted by an erotic, pretty, open woman
on Charlottesville craigslist could not or would not generate an
equally erotic, vulnerable response. Maybe, that was one of the
pieces of the disconnect. Maybe, I could help?
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