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Death in My Bed: August 2007
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Death in My Bed. Thursday, August 30, 2007. We barely looked at each other. We were each fixating a point on the crimson curtain in front. I occasionally peeked at his prepuce to study how it covered vehemently the head of his penis. The scene of the aftermath was aesthetically set in a way that created perfect theatrical tension. I avoided looking at his ugly elongated face. He shunned my overly hairy legs. Half an hour later, I found myself brushing alone the edge of my bed. It took me some time to...
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Death in My Bed: Swing
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Death in My Bed. Wednesday, November 7, 2007. Swing… Swing… a tear is finding its way. I have no time to weal. I am gaining momentum. Why don’t you fuck off? I will massage every inch of my bed. Long whispering of under-the-sheet stories. My body is itching, come and get me… © El Matador. Posted by El Matador. Hello This post is likeable, and your blog is very interesting, congratulations :-). I will add in my blogroll =). If possible gives a last there on my blog, it is about the Massagem.
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Death in My Bed: A Gentlemen's Agreement
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Death in My Bed. Thursday, August 30, 2007. We barely looked at each other. We were each fixating a point on the crimson curtain in front. I occasionally peeked at his prepuce to study how it covered vehemently the head of his penis. The scene of the aftermath was aesthetically set in a way that created perfect theatrical tension. I avoided looking at his ugly elongated face. He shunned my overly hairy legs. Half an hour later, I found myself brushing alone the edge of my bed. It took me some time to...
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Death in My Bed: November 2007
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Death in My Bed. Wednesday, November 7, 2007. Swing… Swing… a tear is finding its way. I have no time to weal. I am gaining momentum. Why don’t you fuck off? I will massage every inch of my bed. Long whispering of under-the-sheet stories. My body is itching, come and get me… © El Matador. Posted by El Matador. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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Death in My Bed: Cubbyhole (Part I)
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Death in My Bed. Wednesday, September 5, 2007. The door of the cubbyhole was swiftly closed. I tried to convince myself that there was actually a separation line between the wild hunting ground of the Hammam and the flimsy intimacy of my cubbyhole. After brushing my body against various kinds of flesh and looking into the eyes of a multitude of males then mentally scanning potential images of shagging, my choice finally landed on a tall man who was persistently staring at me. Posted by El Matador.
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Death in My Bed: Vertical Day
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Death in My Bed. Sunday, September 30, 2007. This morning my bed is obsessively vertical. Perfectly aligned with my spine. Supporting my spine, my entire body, my spine, entire body…. All condensed into one long Giacometti figurine. My feet are so far away. Let me wrap my snaky legs around your neck. The rest of the world is floating around. You're hovering in the asphyxiated air too. Let me pull you vehemently towards my lips. I extend my legs far, so far, to save you from oblivion. 169; El Matador.
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Death in My Bed: July 2009
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Death in My Bed. Sunday, July 12, 2009. Do you know this feeling of being in bed right before falling asleep and you are thinking of the most horrible thing that could happen to you? 169; El Matador. Posted by El Matador. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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Death in My Bed: A crystalline moment
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Death in My Bed. Sunday, April 15, 2007. Almost ten years separate me from this crystalline moment. It was my first real “voyage”, far from everything that was familiar to me. I was feeling the eagerness of savoring every ripe moment of my youth that had been confined for long in a box of social conformism. Later, I must have heard these words many times under various circumstances, said with numerous pitches and tones. Somehow though, they sounded outrageously frail, or even pathetic, I would say...
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Death in My Bed: March 2007
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Death in My Bed. Thursday, March 29, 2007. Once dead, always dead. I am sinking in my bed. Yes, the sheets are blue: soft, dreamy, acid blue… I was dead and I got resurrected. I'm floating in my own odorless insipid diffuse self. Yet again, salvation was too close to be real. I wake up with a rumiation dangling from the weary network of my memories, thoughts and illusions. Was he tall, short, disproportionate, large, compressed, elastic, enlarged, suppressed, extended? Was he really here? To all those wh...
