Chatty Owl
16
BALLS
Filed under: ENGLISH, SIMPLE BLABBER, LITHUANIAN | Tags: | May 16th, 2012
I’m not used to all of this. Big warm jumpers and comfy jackets. Shivers down my skin and no tan. It’s May, for crying out loud! The other day I got blessed with hailstones the size of mozzarella balls, I swear.
I stand outside in skimpy t-shirt, in denial to this diabolical weather. I get soaking wet and you can see goosebumps (almost the size of flipping mozarella balls!) through my top. I’ll be waiting here for good weather to come. Just like I’m waitting for you to come to me.
- Chatty Owl has left the building -
10
It’s cold outside. I’m watching the gloom of London rain and whistling wind from my window and smile at my own reflection. My inner owl is back for a short while and I’m enjoying her company. Sarcastic conversations and derailed innuendos paid me a visit today.
I smile at the reflection again and touch it with my fingertips. It touches me back and this feels so surreal. Owls in double. I trace the drops of rain with my fingers and suddenly realise my reflection is rebelling. My inner owl is fluttering her eyelashes at me and refuses to mimic what I’m doing.
I smile. It winks.
I wink. It ducks.
I duck. It frowns.
And then it happens. I feel the touch. The presence is so vivid, I look around me just to be sure I’m definitely alone. Well, sort of. Hello again, my naughty inner owl…
Soft touch.
Gentle whisper.
A moving swirling tongue.
A hand.
Impure thoughts.
And wetness on the hand.
You’re toying with my mind the way you want to and I enjoy it. You force my thoughts to dance at your played tune and I don’t even dare resist it. Inhale. Exhale more loudly. You have your way with me just with your words.
The gloom of London rain is loud and wet. And so am I. Because you’re toying with my head so bloody much, my man of faraway land…
- Chatty Owl has left the building -
30
INNER OWL IS RETIRING
Filed under: ENGLISH, LITHUANIAN, IN BRIEF | Tags: | April 30th, 2012
OK, here it is. No more stupid ramblings and dreamy texts on my blog. No more swirling thoughts around your brain and one-way-tracked conversations. No more specific details about “how would I”…
I promise to be a good girl and keep it interesting from now on. To make it more about you, my dear readers, and less about me, my dear inner owl.
Watch this space. It will start to get more mature. Interesting. And real.
Thanks for putting up with me for so long!
- Chatty Owl has left the building. For now. -
30
SHORT
Filed under: ENGLISH, SIMPLE BLABBER, LITHUANIAN | Tags: | April 30th, 2012
I’m just short.
Short of patience, when your words slow down the ticking clock.
Short of breath, when you promise me all those things.
Short of sleep, when my mind is still re-living the beauty of the day.
Short of time to enjoy all of this.
Promises pile up like a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. Magical treasure. But we all know there’s no such thing. Just a hungry hawk circling round its clueless pray.
I’m short of time. And lies that keep all this going.
- Chatty Owl has left the building -
27
IN TUNE
Filed under: ENGLISH, SIMPLE BLABBER, LITHUANIAN | Tags: | April 27th, 2012
Another song playing on the loop all morning long, while I dance around my house like a 5-year-old. It’s pouring outside all the windows in my house, but I don’t care. Today I’m just happy. “I could give you anything you need with just one touch of my hand”…. I sing along and I know I’m out of tune. For now.
Fingers. Locked together.
Collarbones. Warm with kisses.
Hair. Scattered all over the white sheets like a tangled spiderweb.
Thoughts. Racing fast about the most indecent things.
Electrified tension and buzzing taste of demand.
I cannot sing, but I’m so in tune with you.
- Chatty Owl has left the building -
25
SEE-THROUGH
Filed under: ENGLISH, SIMPLE BLABBER | Tags: | April 25th, 2012
I’m see-through. I float in the air like a jelly fish with my big eyes and act all naive. You think you can see right through me and know me like the back of your hand. (Why not the front?) You look at me and smile. I know what you’re thinking. “What a lovely naive bimbo whom I can twirl around my fingers and play her like a puppeteer”. I don’t mind that, I enjoy when you have thoughts like that. It lets me get my way without you realising it.
Naive.
Young.
Spoiled.
Brainless.
Too sexy to dig deep.
I know those thoughts. I know they live in your head and I smile at them. You think you have me all figured out. Well, you think it was so damn easy as I’m so predictable and easy to be read.
Flipping Eastern Europeans. What do they know. Give them champagne and they let you rip their stockings and put their legs up on your shoulders.
I float around like a jelly fish and enjoy being see-through.
If you only knew the truth. If you only knew my secret. You would feel so fucking awkward. But I just float and smile. They say the man is the head. Well, the woman is the neck that turns that head in whatever direction she wants.
Don’t ever underestimate a naive looking bimbo. She might not be that predictable as you thought.
Riddles are back in fashion. Try to solve mine.
- Chatty Owl has left the building -
16
COME. CUM
Filed under: ENGLISH, LITHUANIAN, IN BRIEF | Tags: | April 16th, 2012
He came. He came so close to her, that she got lost in the mist of that male odour. She breathed in his loud whispers and the remains of his conscience. She stood there and begged for him to evoke the spark that’s hidden away inside her. She begged to be provoked. He heard her say:
- Provoke the animal in me. Rip that little black dress and forget all about the little dirty lies that hide beneath it. Let traces of yourself remain on my flesh. Come. Cum. Now.
- Chatty Owl has left the building -
2
SEX
Filed under: ENGLISH, SIMPLE BLABBER | Tags: | April 2nd, 2012
Sex. Every time I read about it, it’s always those sloppy stories about midnight kisses, touches in the dark and loud moans. Orgasms with a bitten lip and scratches on one’s back. This ideal picture of something glamorous and wonderful. Let me tell you something. That eye candy of two people locked together in a perfect composition of love is a total bullshit. Reality? Hair in your mouth, uncomfortable positions, spasms in your left leg and bumped heads.
Oh yes, I’m bitter. I’m always very bitter about life and things around me. I’m cold too. And also, I’m the least romantic girl on this earth. You know, being sweet is overrated. So is sex. So stop counting those 11 minutes of tangled bodies and enjoy what matters the most – the peak of pleasure. In the end, that’s all that’s important. Short pleasure and my back turned to you.
Mind blowing sex with the perfect heat in the bedroom, where you can feel tension buzzing is reserved for next time. Stay tuned. I might stop being so cold one day.
- Chatty Owl has left the building -
21
BLUE WEDNESDAY
Filed under: ENGLISH, SIMPLE BLABBER, LITHUANIAN | Tags: | March 21st, 2012
The state of being half awake and not yet asleep. Hazy dreams surround you like a misty fog and you don’t know what’s real and what’s not anymore. I was so used to my insomnia, I think I forgot how to fall asleep as all normal people do. Tonight I feel my legs being suspended by your kisses and I’m counting them instead of counting sheep.
Some silly phrases are still echoing in my head and I want to get lost in a web of your words. The ones that you haven’t told me yet.
Imagination is the most powerful tool I’ve got. Taking me places. In waves of pleasure. And in the peak of the moment, instead of whispering your name, I listen to the echoes in my head. “Lying is the most fun a girl can have without taking her clothes off”. Plain Jane Jones is not that plain tonight.
- Chatty Owl has left the building -
18
A TRAP
Filed under: ENGLISH, SIMPLE BLABBER, LITHUANIAN | Tags: | March 18th, 2012
I set a trap. With cheese and chocolate drizzle that I lick off my fingers. I’m always oh so forward and blunt, but this time it’s different. A subtle trap to lure them in. Unspoken promises of peach-soft skin and exposed collar bones. Vivid imagination of what you’ll get as a prize. A way to make a mess of me. To violate my softness with your rough hands.
And then I wait. With patience and a hint of shy excitement. I wait some more, just to be greeted with a fact that trap has failed.
They say that women have the 6th sense. I’m not so sure about it. But I can assure you that men definitely do. They know when one’s intentions are not genuine.
- Chatty Owl has left the building -
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