Why I Love Chess

This are purely my thoughts not any organisations opinion. I am not associated with any chess promotions or societies. Lets be clear on that. Hope they don’t invoke any bile in your body.

I know opinions can be like that at times and mostly should be kept at the back of your thinking box😎

I don’t hate noise and chatter. I like it when it’s coming from a different system not just my orifice or orifices for that matter😂

When you open your mouth the minds ability becomes limited. This is My hypothesis not a scientific fact so don’t be offended. In another life I should be a scientist.

When your main orifice,the mouth is shut,all your other senses are at optimum. My opinion again. Am blubbering about this a lot. You see,am not a good speaker or motivator. I won’t mention it again. I dnt swear as a principle but I keep my promises. So take my word.

In silence you pick a lot from your environment. You can see a lot, you can hear better and all this your mind can absorb, conceptualize and hypothese on. Try forming an opinion or coming up with a solution for a puzzle while chattering away with your buddies. Hard. See my drift.

Chess is like this. It needs your mouth shut and your mind at optimal. If the concept of silence is one with you then you are good to go. Playing Chess will come easy to you,like sleep. Try talking and sleeping at the same time🙄. Water and spirit comes to mind. Or is it water and oil. This stuff is confusing to me attimes.

Another pointer is i am a lone wolf. This is synonymous to being an introvert. You can’t be an introvert and love crowds. Water and oil again.

If you are capable of being alone and find pleasure in your own company,you are made of greatness. You are legendary.

Chess is a two player game. That is how it was intended. But legends can play alone and derive pleasure in this. Very odd. I fall in this category. Trying to figure all those strategies that have been used since time immemorial you have to sit alone and play yourself as the opponent. This is probably the most effective way of making mistakes so that the traps you are trying to set can work out.

Ever heard of everything you have been looking for is on the other side of consistency. Chess brought consistency to my life.

Most of my life I have been this spontenious guy..Restless. Not sitting down and giving myself serenity. Always on the move. No time to waste. This is how one erodes their brain, I figure.

The world is not going anywhere, sit and relax. Tomorrow will come so sleep and wait for it.

With Chess I found tranquility. I could sit and afford to dream awake

The Wild Gentle One

Tell me,

How you want it..

Show me,

How you want me to touch you
How did I get you here?
Stop poundering..
Let me pound you away..
Give you safe passage
To the other side of the channel
Where bliss has taken bound
You dnt have to pay me a pound
Does it feel good?
What am doing to your alter?
When did I start?
If you didn’t notice when we set sail
The docking is essential
you will definitely feel it..

Even before I drop the anchor
Your nerves will rock you
Beating the waves over the channel
I like a rocky voyage
Keeps me alert throughout

What do you like?

I can touch n listen

Tell me your desires..
Can I enter your shrine?

Worship in your altar?

I like asking nicely..
Rather using my knees
Forcefully entering holy grounds
Knocking down doors ain’t my style
I ask..
Even when I know annexation of yours is my objective

Why display rudeness?
To one am to possess momentarily?
Is this my good heart or good game?
Maybe it’s both

Dnt let trivial matters inebriate the voyage
We dnt want the boat to overturn
Before we reach port

DO WE???

The only quiz you could answer for now
To sooth my ramble

How far do we have to sail before we reach port?
To dock, I require mindfuck
Is this problem familiar to u

Can you feel that??
Can you??

The waves are monumental this season
If the boat capsized
Would you swim with the sharks?

You feel like anticipated andrenaline..
A gentle yet dominating rumble on my boat.
I want to teach you how to fight and surrender at the same time
If I told you to jump
So we could swim to shore

Would you flinch,if I sold you this bluff???

If I pushed,would you trust me and submit..
How deep would we go before the waves wash us to shore??

How much water would you swallow??

Before you shout in surrender??

Would you be scared??

Tell me this,

I seek answers to plan all contingents before we take this voyage.
I want to be sure you could handle this..
Inspire you to cross the channel again and again

Why risk Ur life if it does not inspire you??

Close your eyes and feel the waves
I want to penetrate
Your mind until you gasp in mortal surrender

Tell me this,

Does he challenge you like this??

Does he torment you like this?

Does he inspire you like this?

Does he ask you like this?

I am wild but your safe passage is my obligatory rota.

Tell me this,

Do they show you how bad they want to take you across the channel??

And like me they would not have it unless you approve..

Can they guarantee this to you in writing??

Do they beg you to cross or inspire you to cross the channel??

You see..

Am a wild gentle one

I won’t break Ur mind in mortal begging

I would rather bend your mind with primal desire..

I know you are fragile yet strong..

They couldn’t break you even if they tried..

Right??

Regardless you would feel everything..

I won’t want that to be your narrative.

I want to get the approval to take you across the channel..

Respond to every nuance of your nerves..

Earn every right to sail you to the other side.

Where birds have been tasked with singing to you..

For I know outright a happy client comes back😉

Earn the most subtle penetration of your guarded hunger.

I will do this because it makes me delightful in delighting you.

Yours in anticipation,
The wild gentle one.

Emancipated

At first I was pure then darkness
I entered your essence fear gripping me back
I followed the light you emitted ignoring the fear
And the darkness in me became afraid
Loosing it’s embrace on me


I saw myself illuminated
My very skin began to flow
For the first time in a long time
I saw myself in opalesence
Of pure spirit, body removed
Though it had been total darkness all around me
Like a street light I beamed
And creatures of light flocked to me in great numbers

Greatness oozed from my dear veins
And I beckoned you to me
Felt you around me everywhere
A great joy profound
Such a compliment unspoken had never before received
Meant to last not fade
Not like birds that now land then take to flight

Here in this dimension
Time did not acknowledge me
Letting me pick my brackets as I uncovered
And all I thought of was you
Hypnotically blowing all darkness from me
Banishing it to abysses far
My pure delight

Revirie

Her sobriquet clearly displayed as Sexy kitten. Her profile picture is blurred and you can’t tell for certain who the girl is. She has on a sexy outfit as if a girl in a cosplay.

From the avatarish profile picture one cannot tell much about the real owner of the account.

The account had been created slightly over a year ago. Her birthday is restricted to public viewing.

It was afternoon and after we had a meal of gullas gullas domesticus spiked with weed Penny had immediately taken to bed.

Grass🤠 had taken even to our food and tea. It was becoming a way of life. Was wondering how long it would be before I was enticed completely into the Rastafarian way of life. Another story for another time. Back to the matter at hand though was finding it hard to concentrate with grass in my head.

When Penny came back from the pharmacy,I was so confused to the discovery that she was not a consenting adult. No. That she was not even a legal adult rather a highschool teen on the run. When she asked how I was feeling, I had remained mute. I guess she had assumed that my headache had not receded when I had not responded to her queries.

She had forced some tablets down my throat and made me lie down on the bed like a good mother nurturing her kid. I had decided to keep the discovery to myself for now until I knew what was at play here. I would confront Penny when I had good and detailed information. With her asleep I wanted to go through her account thouroughly and get to the bottom of this. The sooner the better.

Everything about her looked so adult like from her behavior, dressing to the things she was capable of. Especially the things she was capable of. The things she did with her body to the things she did to a grown ass man’s body. It was simply perplexing.

Furthermore she was a state ministers daughter. Who was her father?I wondered. Anyway it did not matter who turned out to be her father,at the end I was totally screwed. I fathomed.

I click through her chats and scrutinized each with one intent. To figure out who this young girl snoring away in my bed was. Most of her chats were the usual, flirting with both men and women with no boundaries. No red flags so far.

In time I discovered a pattern in her chats. Penny, ofcourse going by sexy Kitten solicited both photos and nudes from her correspondents. First red flag. It was against the Apps policies not to share personal pictures. I found this odd and out of the norm.

What naughty or scum was Penny playing here? Was she just living out her fantasies anynomously here or was she running some kind of scum?

I realised I had to dig deep and find out who this girl was so that I could be able to crawl out of this shit hole I was in right now. How was I going to do all this? I wondered especially if I am under the mercy of the grass I had been injecting.

She had so many active chats and I wondered how one person burdened with school work would keep up with all this correspondents. It was absolutely tasking even to maintain active chats with say one, two or three users, atleast to me.

I was more of a detailed chat person. Quality over quantity. Maybe some people were just good muilttaskers. Not me. Maybe the grass all this while had been shrinking my brain. So how did a school girl handle all this chats? Was I asking myself the right questions in trying to figure Penny out? My mind was tired. I had to take a break.

I carefully made sure I logged off her account just to make sure if she came to and started using my laptop she won’t find anything out of place. I didn’t want to raise any suspicious on her just yet.

Information was key and if she thought I was still not in the know how, she would keep running this show, her the Main pratagonist me the masquerade.

My head was still light because of the small matter of chicken spiked with weed. I wanted to lie down for a while I stood and peeped through the shutters which where drawn. I was looking to see if anyone was watching the apartment. If any police or authority was out to nub me.

I scanned the faces down the street not sure what people in authority looked like if not in identifiable uniforms. So many people strolled up and down and my mind gave up.

Next I checked the cars parked down there to see if any had government plates. Nothing there.

“What about the cars directly below us,can you see their number plates?”

A demon challenged in my head.

“Shut up!”

I try to ignore the voice and find myself talking alone.

Not only was I acting paranoid, I was even acting mad. So I call off the scan and turn to go lie down for a nap.

Penny is laying across the bed half covered. She is simply candy to the eye.

Throbbing.

“Shit!”

Am fucked.

Thoughts of love and lust invade the deepest parts of my soul of souls and captures my thoughts in my mind and I imagine Penny and I floating upon the very wings of time. Two souls that are bond by neither time nor space. Our very own vibrations drifting us amongst the universe higher than the naked eye can see.

I drift from the revirie and continue watching her. Her long legs have defied the confines of warm cover. They are so long and I follow them ascend to the knees where they are slightly bent. I venture on unshamelessly to her juicy thighs and I feel the throb in my pants grow.

Up my eyes focus to the bridge where there is the slightess rise of her ass. I marvel how the satin sheet just sits there, unassuming, not aware of the treasures it is denying my eyes.

Am so intrigued by the scene infront of me that I decide to capture it. I have to capture it. I turn and pick my digital camera from my study desk.

I take a vantage position and start clicking away. Capturing the piece of art laying peaceful on my bed. I start by capturing her toes which are beautifully painted. As I click away the camera makes a clicking sound which combined by the sound of wind on the window shutters is musical to my ear and I find myself drifting back to a revirie.

It is here in this atmosphere of an inner sphere of us that I find magic. Here we become deep in mind and soul even as the sexual emotions burn deep in my skin, in my thoughts and run in my blood. Here I just want to hold her in my arms and draw her close to me, stare in those eyes that I have come to adore as they ignite and set fire in all my nerves. Here Penny sets me on fire.

Here I just want to taste those succulent lips of hers and let our tongues unify becaming one and defying laws of matter where solids can’t submerge into one. But here, they do. And they are so intoxicating as they move as if on a natural high.

So intoxicating that my hands want to feel her body tense to they touch, as finger tips travel on their own teasing all zones that respond to them. As if her a game board and they have mastered all moves to make and win.

I want to give us a therapeutic capture that we both need and take us to our own oasis of love.

“You won’t even ask for permission?”

Am brought back from the revirie by Penny’s voice. I focus the camera on her head which is now elongated on an elbowed hand. She flashes me or is it the camera a smile as it flashes and captures the head which seems to be on display.

“You don’t require permission to capture a piece of art.”

I flatter and get more smiles and poses. For now all else seems forgotten

Weed Erotics

I find her in my living room, hands crossed on her chest.

“A defensive pose. What are you protecting yourself from sexy?”

I ask subtly as I approach my prey.

“You and all your teasing.”

She bluntly answers me,fire in her round orbs. I guess she is forcing herself to say this not wanting to fall for my trap.The same eyes i had fallen in love with are in clear defiance of my advance. She coyly watchs me as i approach her, my eye dark of wanting, with predatory intent.

I pause momentarily in my tracks, as i let her response sink in. Had I teased her that much that now she was repulsed by my very essence. I was both drunk and high that I could not read what she was feeling at the moment. I could not tell what game she was assuming.

Like a good puppy I move and sink on the couch, next to her sexy self, imposing dangerously on her body space. She cannot move,rooted on the end of the couch and not meeting my gaze.Refusing to be put off by her mood, I edge closer. I would play along to the game she wanted.

“Whats up babe, I thought we are supposed to be playing nice to each other? It’s approaching dawn,is it wise for the sun to rise and find us gloomy?”

I venture placing an arm on her sunken shoulders. When no resistance comes, I place the other arm on her and start massaging her lightly. I dig deep and silence reigns supreme as my fingers work magic on her shoulders, not predatory but professional. Hope my implications are conveyed explicitly by the incribing fingers.

After a few minutes I feel her heave in complete relaxation as if drifting to tranquility, all earlier transgressions forgotten and forgiven.

“Lets go to the balcony and drown in the breeze as we get high ”

I propose with a smark on my face, to hide my true intentions. To live out another of our fantasies.

She conserts to this by standing and pulling me to my feet. I try to stay steady as I watch her stagger a bit to the sliding panes leading to the balcony. She had kicked off her sandals and as she sways barefoot in oversize shorts and t-shirt she looked anything but sexy.

So no much motivation there

for high me to follow her. Then she pulls a stand and I watch her bemused. She reaches the window panes leading to the balcony, turns towards me and starts grinding her ass on the panel in a sexy but awkward manner. I start pondering how high she was. My only reaction is a silly grin that embraces my face naturally.

By the blank expression on her face I can tell this is not the result she expected. The glitter in her orbs tells me she is not done yet. Behind her stands the huge window that ran floor to ceiling then wall to wall across the end of the room that faced the street.

We were in the third floor of the apartments and the blinds stood unshut so her petite figure hid in shaggy clothing was silhouetted against a myrid of bright lights from the street lights popular in this side of my town. It was not such a sleepy town and I could see a few figures strolling and some jogging on the streets. And every Fibre in me hoped against hope that they were oblivious to us.

Then out of the blues, she loosens the shorts and they free fall and when they settle on the floor and about her ankles, she steps out of them and takes a few tendative steps towards me.

She bites a finger on her left arm and the digits of the other hand sway in the air as she beckons me over. She looked amazingly attractive at that moment with my shirt loosely caressing her thighs yet failing in its prime purpose, covering them up.

Am caught in a haze. Totally whopped off my feet by the human figure by the huge window, separated by centimeters from the glass, its reflection perfectly captured by the window glass, facing the night outside as if addressing its audience below.

I am peculiarly fascinated by her reflection, trapped by the glass and showcasing to me what i love most in a woman, ass. Simply why am paying more attention to it rather my sweet Penny. Or is it the grass have been smoking diverting my eyes to the glass on the window. I am not certain but I can stake low that its the grass.

The shirt is obviously raised on her backside, in its attempt to climb her ample ass(manenos). Her real ass cheeks are bare to her audience outside if any but her ass cheeks from the reflection on the window are facing the alter that is me, as if they have been offered to me as burnt sacrifice. And I had no option but marvel at the artistry before me. Many a man would fall on their kneels and worship them. The grass probably taking root in my think tank.

The thoughts invading my mind were out of this world. I wondered if i was fantasizing or it was the grass taking over my brain and so my factualization ability.

Probably the weed. I am still holding it in one arm and the pipe sits on the other. I look down at them and grin more. Imagine we were contamplanting on smoking more of the stuff. We would be fucked.

I grin more and wave at the reflection of Penny on the window, trying to catch its attention and applaude it for a nice show but it snobs me completely in an euphoric stance as it focuses completely on its audience below. Still I drop both grass and pipe and clap applauding, then it hits me, am high as a kite.

The grass has me totally fixated on the glass panel. I curiously glance at Penny, briefly then focus on her reflection. Penny, then her reflection. Wondering which or is it whom to adore, exclusively, because I don’t want to split my focus.

Pre smoking euphoria taking over me good. I simply want to make a decision because I wish to share this euphoria.

Voices in my head

It is the piece of charcoal that withstands the infermo that should worry you. It clouds your fire without a true purpose to its name. It is visionary, outliving it’s purposeful kin. Lingering behind long after missions complete.

You should not ignore it rather discard it upon sight. Otherwise it will make the recipe delivery a pungent affair.

This is what Penny is. The chur in my fire. Feeding me debentures worth pennies yet maintains residence status long after pleasures have been met. A burden to trouble me and bring me down. I should have done away with her as soon as I uncovered the scam she was running. I figured if we bathed in this fire together eventually I would be annihilated but she would be unscratched

“She is the devil reincarnated.”

I mouth to no one in particular. Big mistake.

“You think now you are a philosopher? Right? Mister high and moral.”

The voices are back to mock me. I had thought they had gotten bored with my sober self and left to revil in another mortals body. Wrong. Maybe they just hibernate like some polar creatures weathering the cold turkey , bidding on time till you indulged again.

I had woken the beastes.

“Can a man not smoke his blunt in peace and meditate on important stuff?”

I retort back, disgusted by their intrusion and stump the blunt in anger.

“Fuck!”

“She descents from a historic lineage of sex deprived witches dude. You are way in over your head. In short she has you by your balls. You can’t simply ditch her and move on. Fucked till death do you apart. You are fucked..fucked..fucked!”

This singing demon is new, unfamiliar to my ears as it singings in mockery way out of tone. Like an old drunk.

“Shut up and take a piss!”

I roar at it and for a moment I lodge forward swinging a blow in the air as if to hit at it, completely pissed and ready for a fight. I hit nothing and almost fall down. I stumble backwards retreating my steps and fall back into my scrine stool by the window. It is the weirdest feeling ever. As if I had fallen backwards,in slow motion.

“What futility in your efforts to hit us!Dickhead.”

Another voice takes over replacing the horse bellowing one from moments ago.

“The beauty of it is no one can inflict physical abuse on the other. Those are the implicit rules but mark my words,we can torment you to your grave so play nice from now onwards. Are we clear on that?”

A more commanding voice threatens, it’s intonation hitting every nerve in me like a sharp knife. And for the first time am really scared of the voices. It seemed so real.

Why did the voices choose to reside in me? I started pondering,as my head floats In retrospect to the grass I had been lunging for time I could not clearly account for. I had secluded myself in the washroom sometime in the night when sleep decided to play hide n seek with me.

Sleep had become a grandmaster of late in this game whereby I had been reduced to a novice. Actually I had become a mare spectator since I could barely sleep now for two straight nights. Worst of it all the voices were becoming real,as if the demons had crossed dimensional threshold and taken over my life.

“Get comfortable dude and pay attention,this may take a while.”

The commanding composed voice interrupts my thoughts.

“Are you for real? This is surely a joke.”

I laughed out loud in my delusion as I stand and take a piss where I stood, defiling the place I considered as my schrine in complete defiance of the voices.

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