/lit/ - Literature

Ayo put that shit down and I look at it nigga ahahahahahhaahahahahahhahahahahaah

Having a cold sucks. You try and use it to your advantage, you try to think, to replenish yourself. You say disease is the only way to cleanse yourself, your body, your soul, then afterwards you'll be as clean and healthy as you've ever been. But you still feel like shit. Still uninspired, still lazy, still useless. You feel the same as you've always done.

>>1804340
Nigga what the FUCK is replenish??? why y'all got to use such big words. Y'all need to get laid ahahahahahahahahahhahahahahahahahahha

I have a cold right now, that's why I'm writing this. It was an idea when I was rugged up and bored. I told myself, I should write something, It was meant to be something important at first. It started off as a modern interpretation of, "The Dutchess of Malfi," but I just couldn't get the characters worked out. The Prince was a junkie, the Cardinal a politician and the Dutchess a slut that fucks for power.

It fucking sucked. So the second idea was much simpler. Write whatever came to my head, no matter how incoherent or personal. I would be as truthful as possible, but like my Italian ancestors, I would not name names. I am horrible at keeping secrets, however, and if someone I know reads this, they'll figure out who, when and why very quickly.

I'm a guy. So I probably be talking about sex. A lot. There is this chick. I've known her not my whole life, but close to it. I'd fuck the shit out of her, given the chance, but more than that, I'd willingly do anything she told me to do, because she told me so.

I have no chance. She is with someone much better than me, so let's forget about the idea. She writes a fucking blog. She wrote that she likes getting dick'd by her boyfriend. I'm so fucked up that it turned me on, the thought of her being happy gives me a fucking boner.

But, I have no chance, so let's talk about something else. I once gave her a fucking piece of candy that she then sucked on. She gave it back to me. I kept it for months. Same day she touched me affectionately for the first time. I also saw down her dress. When she left, she blew a kiss in my direction. I felt like I was flying.

There's the fucking thing right? Whenever I see her, she can't keep her hands off me.

When we played poker, she cheated. She would obviously stare at my cards, so I would notice her doing it. She waited until I had a good hand, and raised me. Seeing what I would do. Her leg, under the table entwined around my own. I folded, I didn't want her to lose her money. She let go of my leg.

When she sits on my lap, she wiggles, to feel my cock, in the back of a cab she strokes my hand the way she would a dick, she's always all over me, except when her boyfriend is around.

Also the fact that I've known her my whole life makes her like my cousin or my sister. That is just wrong.

Itunes has a fucking most played song feature. If my brain had a most fantasized while wanking feature, she'd be first, by a country mile.

I struggle to have relationships with different women because she is always on my mind. She is the woman I compare everyone else to. She is the first person I smoked weed with, and I can feel I can tell her anything, anything in the world, except, that I love her.

That's all i've written so far /lit/. tell me if it sucks or if you like it.

P.S. Juanita Phillips is hot.

>>1804359
I stopped when you started talking about yourself.

This bildungsromany thingy, is it going to have a story, or are you just going to be an angsty bitch?