Showing posts with label fantasy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fantasy. Show all posts
Saturday, January 29, 2011
SEX MAP
A friend on FetLife sent me to this fun SEXMAP. Make your own here is mine, open to revision...!!!
Saturday, May 22, 2010
VOLUNTEER, ARM ME
i.
Lying naked empty bed, subspace chanting your name, more precisely imagined vision, your hard willingness slides deep into me, wanting to pull your hurt and sadness from you, your agonized courtship with the demon dark, some twisted sexual tonglen, wanting for you to release me. face down I wait, to read aloud to you my poem GREGORY & SON which you miraculously paraphrased/quoted to me in a bar the night our skin glancing/lingering first touched, man-hugs, public bond
Age of inspired spire of cock flesh, grip rockhard…to know somebody’d been paying attention to long distant rambling poetic spew, passed to you orally by first object of manly desire who took tumescent flirtatious scribblings and fed you, unbeknownest to me, you who seem to be in line to finally replace him, the decades long ache of not pulling his cocky radiance into my waiting ambush, he my unrequited object d’frustration
Replaced by coming attractions on fat screen IMAX dungeon of inexperience, my tortured sexual swan dive into reptilian eyeflash ecstatic swordfight, interventionist’s Erroll Flynnian devilish grin
And we’ve begun to meet twice weekly, unplanned, in a mouse-ridden neighborhood dive which I’ve stumbled toward/out of past year, when in town, gnawing a hole into her patience as she perhaps waits for something more concrete from me, some slick player’s move or direct con man statement she may be used to, something a tad more dramatic than my slippery usual barrage of sultry compliments and tongued flirtations damp with hesitant fear, instead
What I give her is a nightly handful of sweet gentle kisses, some nights more sexy than gentle, some nights the other and she accepts them from me, purrs back at this the fool for not asking more, reasons now lost over time and the back of my spine like an old ragged memory shakes around a vague twitch of regret’s passing stare. There you sit. Four barstools away, poking lonely texts into your cell phone or on a night when still on the clock watching the door for ne’er do wells, wrap warm arms around my cold shoulders. These nights when I am more enterprising than most and peel my ancient countenance off the couch to suck up to the bar early enough to slip on a long and languorous buzz that sounds suspiciously like the scream of worn rubber on linoleum, pulling closer for a sniff at your despair instead of the quicker, cheaper one-hour cluster fuck last call closing time music over mind sizzle
When my lateness finds you quickly next to me fast probing me, machine gun questions seeking solace nourishment distraction for your pinned iris sponge of a vibrant mind squeezed nearly dry by your day’s tribulations
And me quick-drawing an answer from my holstered hipness like some swami fuck-up trying desperately to say the right things formulated jazz-like, spontaneous solos, scatting lessons diatribes assaults from years of playing Answer Man to lonely soon-to-be divorcees, teenaged angst cannons and friends mending hearts torn asunder by love, luck and bad decisions or more often yammering smoke up the ass of my own unresponsiveness
As usual, even in my personal black cloud hailstorm careen into this coiled moment, etching one decisively cruel season, death march confusion, shape-shift financial ruin over romantic disillusion, my face pock-marked by gravel stenciled spike heels, fate’s unseen uppercut to the gonads, fleeting heartfelt advice culled from a too vast reading list, a sexy and sagely celibate roomy’s own missives formed from the ether when she’s not dreaming backwards years of faded Kung Fu re-runs, David Carradine in a wheelchair, old, sexy, oogling her; through it all my dying father’s comic timing and seventeen broken hearts sail toward you from my gaping maw, compassionate and hopeful in the greasy neon sizzle of these vanishing evenings
when what should be happening is my corpulence against your strong, lithe frame in a dark, wooden corner, one hand pulling your smoke and beery mouth around to meet my mine, long musician’s fingers gripping stubble skin, tight smile over chiseled jaw and cheek, the other reaching down to feel your growing excitement beneath my lunging grip minutes before I take this willing man, hard and fast against the dingy bathroom wall.
ii.
ah, that fragile Pisces heart…unsure and in need of reassurance, no matter their strength, tenacity and resilience, no matter their knock-out punch gorgeousness, overflowing sexual bravado, they are just as confused as the rest of us if perhaps a bit more sensitive, a bit more inclined to turn on tail and walk away without a word, leaving us hangers-on hanging awaiting their crumpled affections
ah, the mystery behind their evasive tactical ease, moving in shadows, ruled by their emotions, by heart not head, word has it great in bed, oh yes my spirit guide tells me what I need to know and I want to know it all
ah, the history behind those aching eyes looking for solace and peace and simple pleasures, wanting all the love in the world, all the wild abandon, all the silly giggles, hearty laughs, mental challenges that always seem just beyond their grasp
ah, the hard-edges, stead-fast armor, lurch for the comforting pain that one is used to, for when basis of all emotion is either fear or love, fear seems the easiest to come across and the most ingrained in our beings, learned through years of practice, long days of being forced down on all fours, long nights of seeing our teary reflections mocking us from the pools of whatever choice of distraction we are tossing back, bred into us from birth by family, religion, societal misanthropic greed peddlers, insecure louts preaching division and hatred, posturing knee-jerk reactors drunk with false power and the insatiable desire to find themselves perched on some rickety pedestal of their own delusion, propping fragile egos on eggshell precipice
ah, when all any of us really need is a glancing smile, a kind gesture, some help with our emotional groceries, fingertips on the back of our still hand while in conversation, soft touch in the small of the back as we move together through a doorway, a few sly flirtatious moments, double-over laughter as stories and histories and dreams are shared, 4am greasy spoon breakfast sandwich soirees waited on by ex-model from Kurzakstan, still smiling on her 2nd ten-hour shift lanky tall knowing we envision her between us being served a dessert of an entirely different sort, love love love love love love, JL says, “Yes is the answer / and you know that for sure.”
ah, so we are to love our neighbor as we would love ourselves…hmmm, kinky…love your best friend, your butcher, your baker, your candlestick taker, love your dentist, your dementist, your broker, toker, incessant jokers spewing non-stop pun-logic, hippie-chick bartendress smiling wide hugging harder soul of a healer, love ladies taken who just need to dance loosen the belt hike up the pants, love the friends that you can trust with your life, with your secrets, love your dogs and your enemies and your cats and your competitors, love the guy cutting you off on the freeway for actually NOT smashing into you, practice love practice love practice love be ready for the curve ball, the slider, knuckleball, change-up, accept the off speed pitch
accept the ones who make us crazy, the ones who make us sad, accept the fact that we are lazy, accept the Right-Wing foaming dad, accept, accept, accept, accept, accept, accept the moment, accept that you're alive, accept that you will die, accept those extra pounds, accept we will not finish every thing we want to, that we will not sleep with everyone we desire, accept, accept, accept that life ain’t easy and suddenly it is
accept is the flip side of except
accept fear accept love
love conquers fear, accept gentle kindness embrace gentle kindness give out gentle kindness be gentle kindness
~ May 16-22, 2010, 2204A for TJA
Lying naked empty bed, subspace chanting your name, more precisely imagined vision, your hard willingness slides deep into me, wanting to pull your hurt and sadness from you, your agonized courtship with the demon dark, some twisted sexual tonglen, wanting for you to release me. face down I wait, to read aloud to you my poem GREGORY & SON which you miraculously paraphrased/quoted to me in a bar the night our skin glancing/lingering first touched, man-hugs, public bond
Age of inspired spire of cock flesh, grip rockhard…to know somebody’d been paying attention to long distant rambling poetic spew, passed to you orally by first object of manly desire who took tumescent flirtatious scribblings and fed you, unbeknownest to me, you who seem to be in line to finally replace him, the decades long ache of not pulling his cocky radiance into my waiting ambush, he my unrequited object d’frustration
Replaced by coming attractions on fat screen IMAX dungeon of inexperience, my tortured sexual swan dive into reptilian eyeflash ecstatic swordfight, interventionist’s Erroll Flynnian devilish grin
And we’ve begun to meet twice weekly, unplanned, in a mouse-ridden neighborhood dive which I’ve stumbled toward/out of past year, when in town, gnawing a hole into her patience as she perhaps waits for something more concrete from me, some slick player’s move or direct con man statement she may be used to, something a tad more dramatic than my slippery usual barrage of sultry compliments and tongued flirtations damp with hesitant fear, instead
What I give her is a nightly handful of sweet gentle kisses, some nights more sexy than gentle, some nights the other and she accepts them from me, purrs back at this the fool for not asking more, reasons now lost over time and the back of my spine like an old ragged memory shakes around a vague twitch of regret’s passing stare. There you sit. Four barstools away, poking lonely texts into your cell phone or on a night when still on the clock watching the door for ne’er do wells, wrap warm arms around my cold shoulders. These nights when I am more enterprising than most and peel my ancient countenance off the couch to suck up to the bar early enough to slip on a long and languorous buzz that sounds suspiciously like the scream of worn rubber on linoleum, pulling closer for a sniff at your despair instead of the quicker, cheaper one-hour cluster fuck last call closing time music over mind sizzle
When my lateness finds you quickly next to me fast probing me, machine gun questions seeking solace nourishment distraction for your pinned iris sponge of a vibrant mind squeezed nearly dry by your day’s tribulations
And me quick-drawing an answer from my holstered hipness like some swami fuck-up trying desperately to say the right things formulated jazz-like, spontaneous solos, scatting lessons diatribes assaults from years of playing Answer Man to lonely soon-to-be divorcees, teenaged angst cannons and friends mending hearts torn asunder by love, luck and bad decisions or more often yammering smoke up the ass of my own unresponsiveness
As usual, even in my personal black cloud hailstorm careen into this coiled moment, etching one decisively cruel season, death march confusion, shape-shift financial ruin over romantic disillusion, my face pock-marked by gravel stenciled spike heels, fate’s unseen uppercut to the gonads, fleeting heartfelt advice culled from a too vast reading list, a sexy and sagely celibate roomy’s own missives formed from the ether when she’s not dreaming backwards years of faded Kung Fu re-runs, David Carradine in a wheelchair, old, sexy, oogling her; through it all my dying father’s comic timing and seventeen broken hearts sail toward you from my gaping maw, compassionate and hopeful in the greasy neon sizzle of these vanishing evenings
when what should be happening is my corpulence against your strong, lithe frame in a dark, wooden corner, one hand pulling your smoke and beery mouth around to meet my mine, long musician’s fingers gripping stubble skin, tight smile over chiseled jaw and cheek, the other reaching down to feel your growing excitement beneath my lunging grip minutes before I take this willing man, hard and fast against the dingy bathroom wall.
ii.
ah, that fragile Pisces heart…unsure and in need of reassurance, no matter their strength, tenacity and resilience, no matter their knock-out punch gorgeousness, overflowing sexual bravado, they are just as confused as the rest of us if perhaps a bit more sensitive, a bit more inclined to turn on tail and walk away without a word, leaving us hangers-on hanging awaiting their crumpled affections
ah, the mystery behind their evasive tactical ease, moving in shadows, ruled by their emotions, by heart not head, word has it great in bed, oh yes my spirit guide tells me what I need to know and I want to know it all
ah, the history behind those aching eyes looking for solace and peace and simple pleasures, wanting all the love in the world, all the wild abandon, all the silly giggles, hearty laughs, mental challenges that always seem just beyond their grasp
ah, the hard-edges, stead-fast armor, lurch for the comforting pain that one is used to, for when basis of all emotion is either fear or love, fear seems the easiest to come across and the most ingrained in our beings, learned through years of practice, long days of being forced down on all fours, long nights of seeing our teary reflections mocking us from the pools of whatever choice of distraction we are tossing back, bred into us from birth by family, religion, societal misanthropic greed peddlers, insecure louts preaching division and hatred, posturing knee-jerk reactors drunk with false power and the insatiable desire to find themselves perched on some rickety pedestal of their own delusion, propping fragile egos on eggshell precipice
ah, when all any of us really need is a glancing smile, a kind gesture, some help with our emotional groceries, fingertips on the back of our still hand while in conversation, soft touch in the small of the back as we move together through a doorway, a few sly flirtatious moments, double-over laughter as stories and histories and dreams are shared, 4am greasy spoon breakfast sandwich soirees waited on by ex-model from Kurzakstan, still smiling on her 2nd ten-hour shift lanky tall knowing we envision her between us being served a dessert of an entirely different sort, love love love love love love, JL says, “Yes is the answer / and you know that for sure.”
ah, so we are to love our neighbor as we would love ourselves…hmmm, kinky…love your best friend, your butcher, your baker, your candlestick taker, love your dentist, your dementist, your broker, toker, incessant jokers spewing non-stop pun-logic, hippie-chick bartendress smiling wide hugging harder soul of a healer, love ladies taken who just need to dance loosen the belt hike up the pants, love the friends that you can trust with your life, with your secrets, love your dogs and your enemies and your cats and your competitors, love the guy cutting you off on the freeway for actually NOT smashing into you, practice love practice love practice love be ready for the curve ball, the slider, knuckleball, change-up, accept the off speed pitch
accept the ones who make us crazy, the ones who make us sad, accept the fact that we are lazy, accept the Right-Wing foaming dad, accept, accept, accept, accept, accept, accept the moment, accept that you're alive, accept that you will die, accept those extra pounds, accept we will not finish every thing we want to, that we will not sleep with everyone we desire, accept, accept, accept that life ain’t easy and suddenly it is
accept is the flip side of except
accept fear accept love
love conquers fear, accept gentle kindness embrace gentle kindness give out gentle kindness be gentle kindness
~ May 16-22, 2010, 2204A for TJA
Sunday, June 21, 2009
NEVER ENDING part 1
She writes:
April 3 at 12:40am
(add to the story, then pass it back to me, I'll add to it, I'll send it back to you, lets see how far we can go with it)
I‘m standing in front of the kitchen sink, looking out the window watching the rain hit the handrails on the deck when you walk into the room. The juice from the orange I’m eating is running down my fingers and onto the kitchen counter. I can hear you walking towards me but I don’t turn around, I know you are coming for me.
I can feel your breath on my shoulder as you gather my hair into your hand moving it aside while you bend down to nuzzled the curve of my neck. My skins scent is of almonds from the soap I used when we showered earlier. Your warm lips on my neck, kissing and sucking my flesh into your mouth as you press yourself up against me. I lean my head back onto your chest as you wrap your arm up and around my body, cupping my right breast in your hand. You can feel thru the fabric of my blouse the well defined nipple, hard and waiting. You take hold of my breast, messaging, pinching, and pulling it just like you know how I like it.
I can feel your hardness thru the sarong you have wrapped around your hips, your cock rubbing against my back. You take both your hands and move them under my top, lifting the shirt off over my head. You turn me around; I’m facing you, your hands on my back pulling me into you as your mouth covers my waiting mouth. I taste of sweet oranges, our lips are connected, our tongues are tangled into each other, sucking on each others lips. Your hands are rubbing my back; you grab my hair to pull my head back as you reach your mouth down to suck on my breasts.
There we stand completely lost in each other as the rain is pouring down outside, wearing nothing but sarongs tied around our hips. Lightening, thundering, the lights flicker but we don’t notice.
My breasts fit nicely in your hands, you take hold of them as I pinch and bite your hard nipples, sucking and pulling with my tongue and teeth. You flinch with pleasurable pain but I don’t stop. My hands go down and under the material covering your ass and I take hold of your sweet checks, messaging as my fingers rub closer to your opening, your skin feeling so soft, I touch every inch of your ass, then up your back, messaging your skin with my nails.
You lift me up onto the counter ….
He writes:
April 4 at 11:18am
you look disappointed as I back slowly away, out of your grasp...I want to look at you, sitting up there, anxious, waiting. You reach your right hand down between your legs. Spreading your lips and plucking at your hard clit like a mandolin and I hear your soft moaning as your eyes catch my cock poke its way from the folds of the sarong around my waist. It visibly jumps in the air, throbbing at the sight of you.
My hand reaches down and I feel the steamy heat in my palm, squeezing hard, knowing you will soon envelope me. I slowly move toward you. Just as I am within arms length you reach up and slip your moist fingers into my mouth. I taste your sweetness and feel your legs wrapping around my waist, pulling my towering excitement towards you. Our lips meet almost violently, a hard deep kiss and your breasts push against my chest.
"I want you inside me," you pant, gasping for air.
"Do you always get what you want?" You laugh at my smart-ass comment and with both hands on my chest you push me away.
I jump back at you, my mouth roughly at your neck, down your shoulder between your breasts. I get a fleeting taste of sticky sweetness where the orange juice had dripped down between your full breasts. Hard teeth press against soft nipples, little bites, nibbling, teasing, quickly moving down your stomach until my mouth engulfs your warm, soaked crotch. You slide out towards the edge of the counter giving me a better angle and I lap at you like a hungry beast. I taste your excitement, feel you pushing yourself towards my forceful, probing tongue. I explore you inside and out never staying too long in any one spot. Teasing you, finding my way towards your sweet essence. I softly glide the tip of my nose up and over you, my tongue following it's lead. I kiss you like I do your mouth, passionate, deeply wanting desperately to feel your shuddering pleasure against my face. Your fingers now entwined in my hair, I can hear your soft moans and rapid breathing and as your legs pull tightly in over my broad shoulders, i circle and suck at you wanting to feel your first swelling shivers against my sly smile.
She writes:
April 7 at 12:36am
please don’t stop… don’t stop now …. oh god …. you’ve got it….
My breathing is getting deeper, my pulse starts racing, I’m shuttering. I pull you closer. You take a firm hold of my clit with your mouth, sucking and flicking your tongue over and around it, you feel the deep waves of contractions sweep over my body. I arch my back to pull you into me closer wanting more. Don’t stop yet.
My body slowly starts to relax, you give me a few soft kisses before releasing my still pulsing vagina. You come up to find my mouth anxiously waiting for you. You kiss me deep, I can taste my sweet essence on your lips. You lift me off the counter while we’re still entwined in each other, your rock hard rocket reaching for the opening between my legs. As you ravage me with your kisses your cock is now between my wet thighs as I tighten my muscles and message your throbbing member with my legs. I’m holding you tight, you can’t move, I grab a hold of your ass and move your hips closer to mine then back again so your wet cock slides back and forth between my legs.
I reach down to take a firm hold of your penis with my hand. Stroking you slowly as I lead you into the other room, the fire in the fireplace is nice & warm even though it’s really not that cold outside but since we are almost naked it feels good on our skin. You reach for your drink and after taking a sip you place it up to my lips for me to drink. All the while I’m still holding your cock in my hand.
We lay down on the quilts and pillows that are on the floor, you kneel on top of me. I pour massage oil between my breasts, pushing them together you slide your cock into the warm, smooth, damp, enveloping tunnel. As you pump your way between my tits, I’m able to stroke my nipples as I hold my breasts tight together. I give your head quick licks & kisses as your penis emerges with each stroke at the top of my cleavage. You move slowly, your eyes are closed, your back arched, I can hear the first small moans. I take hold of your cock, stroking you up & down. I cover you with long strokes, short strokes, and little circles over the tip. As you get more excited I stroke more deeply with both hands, it’s all you can do to stay still at this point.
I don’t want you to cum too quickly even though it’s early in the day & we have all the time in the world for each of us to have multiple orgasms, I decided it was ok for you to cum. After only a few more seconds of stimulation, you’re close to climax. You sigh and moan, your cock throbs and swells and with one hard thrust into my breasts you cum all over my shoulders & neck.
We lay in each others arms as we lightly touch each others moist skin. We need time to catch our breath, after all the day is still young.
She writes:
April 15 at 12:10am
Time is ticking by as we lay on the quilts by the nice warm fire. My throat is feeling a little parched, I leave your arms to pour myself something to drink. It’s cool as the liquid flows down my throat. As I return, you’re gone …. Hmmm ….. walking through the house I find you sitting in front of your laptop, shirt back on, you glance up, without a smile, then you go back to the screen, typing very intently. I’ve placed my glass in front of you, you take a drink and tell me that there are a few things you need to take care of. OK ….. I leave you, I give you privacy, to finish up whatever seems to be so important. I walk around the house looking thru all the books lining the shelves, some delightful reading here, I take a book entitled “There Are No Accidents” off the shelf and thumb thru it, interesting, I must read this one day. I walk farther into another room where there are photographs of family and friends, but who’s … cute.
I look back into the room where you sit, you’re so absorbed in what ever it is that you’re doing that you don’t even notice that I’m there. I guess I’ll go clean up a bit; I put my shirt back on and go into the bathroom to wash up a little. Looking in the mirror, I’m starting to wonder what’s happened, where did I lose him? Interest is gone. I thought we were really connecting earlier this morning and thought we’d be spending the rest of the day and maybe into tomorrow fucking and sucking and just getting to know one another. I wonder what it was, was I not good enough, maybe he wanted me to suck his dick or to let him inside of me right away, instead of just playing with him. But I wasn’t ready to stop; in fact I was just getting warmed up. Now what do I do, do I wait for him? …. Maybe he’s just not that into me. Maybe I better leave and give him his space. OK …. I think maybe he’s trying to tell me something …… I’ll take the hint and leave….. hours have passed now since I felt so warm and secure in his arms.
I look back at you, one last time as I reach for the door…..
I will remember this, this one glorious morning, the connection we made, knowing that it could have been an intensely spiritual experience (for me at least), I don’t want to always wonder what went wrong, how did I scare him away but I will, that’s just me? It's nice to feel wanted even if it’s not real, just imaginary … For a long time to come and many years from now I’ll look back and wonder, was this real? Or maybe it was all just a decadent dream.
He writes:
April 15 at 1:08am
I'm lost in the weird sensation I am feeling. Sitting alone in the corner where I can look at the window into the midst of the pine grove, I'm briefly distracted by a slight movement of the branches in the wind. It reminds me of the first time I saw your sarong slide to the ground as if in slow motion. I've been sitting there words flowing fast and freely onto the screen. Trying to capture the radiance of the past few hours on the page before the taste of your flesh fades from my tongue.
The moments so transcendent that I must lurch for the laptop, my all consuming desire to capture the memory of these iridescent few hours before they are colored and shaped by memory into something to be repeated but something somehow less vibrant and real. I re-read my words and am disappointed in my inability to translate your incandescent beauty, the dark corners of the room as they watched us press hard and moist against each other, unable to somehow describe the sheer timelessness that I felt as my mouth graced yous for the first time, how the hours between our first glancing touches of the morning, our rapturous embrace in the kitchen and the ecstasy of staring into your eyes as you massaged warm torrents of my essence from between your breasts as I felt screaming vibrations of warmth match my pulsing exclamation and shoot up my spine. I couldn't find words powerful enough, deeply moving enough to match the topsy-turvy fire drill going on in my heart.
Turning, I heard the front door squeak and saw your silhouette pass through the late morning sunlight as it pours in around you, warming you in the morning chill. Giving up realizing that it was hopeless to try and recreate what had seemed such fleeting perfection, I walk out behind you to find you wrapped in a big, soft harvest colored throw on the bench swing. You was staring out into the trees, didn't seem to notice I was there. I leaned against the railing opposite you, just staring at the golden light frosting your huge expanse of hair. Your left foot poked out from the edge of the blanket and the sight of your skin, the passive beauty of your wet eyes glistening in the sun, found my lengthening rod warming my leg beneath the still damp sarong. You turned to see me pull aside the silk fabric and take my hot pole into my fist.
You giggled and began to get up.
"Stay there. I want to look at you, before I wake from this dream."
You turned my way slightly and the blanket dropped slowly from your shoulders. You reached a hand up underneath and I watched your eyes focus on my engorged manhood. You pulled your legs up onto the edge of the swing and I watched your damp fingers catch glimmers of sunlight. You tilted your head back and in that quick moment I moved across the porch to you and leaned over kissing your shoulder where I could still taste my salty sweetness. You jumped a little and laughed quietly.
I grabbed the front edge of the swing pulling it towards me and without a word you reached down and with your damp fingers pulled my steaming cock into you. Your hands reached back grasping the chains the held the swing in midair, I pulled you back and forth towards me filling you until in a final deep plunge you grabbed hold around my waist with you legs and I felt you tight muscles convulse around my hardness, your breasts bouncing as you came in long, full body shivers, sweating in spite of the goosebumps of the morning breeze.
I let go of the swing and back-off a step just as I shot another gush into the air across the porch, my dick sparkling with your juices. You lept off the swing the blanket dropping into the mess on the painted wooden deck and fell into my arms.
Your head against my chest, I felt your breath on my neck and the warm tears slowly find their way through my matted hair.
"Yes," I said.
"Yes, what?"
"I am real. You and I. We're not dreaming."
She writes:
April 28 at 8:58am
The rain has stopped, the flood of sun coming down through the trees has left tiny crystals of water on the grasses and leaves, with rainbows everywhere.
You take my hand and lead me to the hot tub; you jump in as I ease myself into the steamy water, actually quite refreshing. You’re sitting on one side of the tub while I’m sitting on the other, we can’t stop looking at each other, with shy little smiles. I swim over to you, I’m between your legs, lifting you up so you’re floating on your back, your head resting on the edge of the tub. I take your cock into my mouth, slowly easing you in while my tongue runs over the tip and down the sides, while sucking you in ever so lightly. You start to relax and getting yourself ready we hear the door close and footsteps coming toward us, we both look into the direction of the sound, I look over and see your face with the knowing smile……
He writes:
June 19 at 5:55am
...I really wasn't sure when she'd show up. All I knew was that Mary had been anxious to meet you and I had waited months for the two of you to meet for the first time.
I should have felt more trepidation but somehow I knew that the two of you would get along right away. The fact that you both knew exactly how to push my buttons and though your personalities, voices, breasts, skin, giggles were all very different you both came from a place of comfort and confidence laced with insecurity, a place where you both seemed inherently comfortable trusting me and that turned me on more than any single other thing. That you both cared for me and somehow felt that I wouldn't put you in any situation you weren't comfortable with, would never put my own pleasure before yours unless it was your desire to do so. I felt enveloped by love and caring and could feel the sexual temperature rise even before I saw her standing in the doorway. She walked across the porch and giggled, "Ooh you two look so good sitting there all wet and smiling." She pulled off her black boots and walked into the tub, fully clothed in her fishnet body suit, short black skirt and tight fitting white t-shirt, provocatively ripped in places like her idol Patti Smith and like Patti, her incredible breasts just hinted at from inside the loose fabric. She walked down the steps put her hand in my hair and pulled my face up to hers, kissing me hard on the mouth, my hands slid up the back of her leg grabbing a handful of her beautiful ass for just a moment before she turned and straddled your naked lap.
Her arms wrapped around your neck and she slowly, without a word, pulled her mouth towards yours and slowly, delicately put her soft lips to yours, slowly probing your mouth, pulling away, looking into your eyes, wordless, coming in again for a long kiss, making her way to your right ear and whispering, "You are even more beautiful than I imagined." Your hands slide up the back of her legs, pulling her body closer towards you.
I know she is not good in the heat. She has a tendency to pass out in hot tubs especially when she's excited here in the high altitudes. I stand up behind her, my cock pointing straight out, a divining rod towards the two of you, the wild objects of my desire...I put my arm around her neck, in a mock choke hold pulling her back and her legs wrap around your back as you lean forward towards her, not wanting to lose contact with her passion...she is laid out, flat on the water held tilted back in full submission to my strong, forceful, slow and consistent pressure. I reach down and tear her t-shirt open in front of your, her beautiful, pale white breasts and rich pink nipples bob in the water and you reach out pulling them back toward your open mouth.
But I pull her away from you brusquely and pull her up the steps, picking her up and throwing her over my shoulder. I motion to you with my finger to come and you rise from the warm water, steam billowing off of your brown body, a vision from the water. She is still, purring, loving the forcefulness, the submission to my strength and sense of purpose. With my free hand I take you by the hair and pull your lips to mine for a deep kiss. You bite my lower lip, holding on with your teeth looking into my eyes, ready to play. I pull your head back and whisper for you to take me by the cock and lead me upstairs. "First tonight, Mary and I will be at your command for the next hour. You are who we desire to please." Mary bites down on the back of my arm that is wrapped around her at these words, still purring softly, without realizing it.
You spin around us, all of us dripping wet, and you grab my cock, stiff in the cooling air and hot to the touch in the palm of your hand, and lead us in through the back door, slowly towards the stairway...
April 3 at 12:40am
(add to the story, then pass it back to me, I'll add to it, I'll send it back to you, lets see how far we can go with it)
I‘m standing in front of the kitchen sink, looking out the window watching the rain hit the handrails on the deck when you walk into the room. The juice from the orange I’m eating is running down my fingers and onto the kitchen counter. I can hear you walking towards me but I don’t turn around, I know you are coming for me.
I can feel your breath on my shoulder as you gather my hair into your hand moving it aside while you bend down to nuzzled the curve of my neck. My skins scent is of almonds from the soap I used when we showered earlier. Your warm lips on my neck, kissing and sucking my flesh into your mouth as you press yourself up against me. I lean my head back onto your chest as you wrap your arm up and around my body, cupping my right breast in your hand. You can feel thru the fabric of my blouse the well defined nipple, hard and waiting. You take hold of my breast, messaging, pinching, and pulling it just like you know how I like it.
I can feel your hardness thru the sarong you have wrapped around your hips, your cock rubbing against my back. You take both your hands and move them under my top, lifting the shirt off over my head. You turn me around; I’m facing you, your hands on my back pulling me into you as your mouth covers my waiting mouth. I taste of sweet oranges, our lips are connected, our tongues are tangled into each other, sucking on each others lips. Your hands are rubbing my back; you grab my hair to pull my head back as you reach your mouth down to suck on my breasts.
There we stand completely lost in each other as the rain is pouring down outside, wearing nothing but sarongs tied around our hips. Lightening, thundering, the lights flicker but we don’t notice.
My breasts fit nicely in your hands, you take hold of them as I pinch and bite your hard nipples, sucking and pulling with my tongue and teeth. You flinch with pleasurable pain but I don’t stop. My hands go down and under the material covering your ass and I take hold of your sweet checks, messaging as my fingers rub closer to your opening, your skin feeling so soft, I touch every inch of your ass, then up your back, messaging your skin with my nails.
You lift me up onto the counter ….
He writes:
April 4 at 11:18am
you look disappointed as I back slowly away, out of your grasp...I want to look at you, sitting up there, anxious, waiting. You reach your right hand down between your legs. Spreading your lips and plucking at your hard clit like a mandolin and I hear your soft moaning as your eyes catch my cock poke its way from the folds of the sarong around my waist. It visibly jumps in the air, throbbing at the sight of you.
My hand reaches down and I feel the steamy heat in my palm, squeezing hard, knowing you will soon envelope me. I slowly move toward you. Just as I am within arms length you reach up and slip your moist fingers into my mouth. I taste your sweetness and feel your legs wrapping around my waist, pulling my towering excitement towards you. Our lips meet almost violently, a hard deep kiss and your breasts push against my chest.
"I want you inside me," you pant, gasping for air.
"Do you always get what you want?" You laugh at my smart-ass comment and with both hands on my chest you push me away.
I jump back at you, my mouth roughly at your neck, down your shoulder between your breasts. I get a fleeting taste of sticky sweetness where the orange juice had dripped down between your full breasts. Hard teeth press against soft nipples, little bites, nibbling, teasing, quickly moving down your stomach until my mouth engulfs your warm, soaked crotch. You slide out towards the edge of the counter giving me a better angle and I lap at you like a hungry beast. I taste your excitement, feel you pushing yourself towards my forceful, probing tongue. I explore you inside and out never staying too long in any one spot. Teasing you, finding my way towards your sweet essence. I softly glide the tip of my nose up and over you, my tongue following it's lead. I kiss you like I do your mouth, passionate, deeply wanting desperately to feel your shuddering pleasure against my face. Your fingers now entwined in my hair, I can hear your soft moans and rapid breathing and as your legs pull tightly in over my broad shoulders, i circle and suck at you wanting to feel your first swelling shivers against my sly smile.
She writes:
April 7 at 12:36am
please don’t stop… don’t stop now …. oh god …. you’ve got it….
My breathing is getting deeper, my pulse starts racing, I’m shuttering. I pull you closer. You take a firm hold of my clit with your mouth, sucking and flicking your tongue over and around it, you feel the deep waves of contractions sweep over my body. I arch my back to pull you into me closer wanting more. Don’t stop yet.
My body slowly starts to relax, you give me a few soft kisses before releasing my still pulsing vagina. You come up to find my mouth anxiously waiting for you. You kiss me deep, I can taste my sweet essence on your lips. You lift me off the counter while we’re still entwined in each other, your rock hard rocket reaching for the opening between my legs. As you ravage me with your kisses your cock is now between my wet thighs as I tighten my muscles and message your throbbing member with my legs. I’m holding you tight, you can’t move, I grab a hold of your ass and move your hips closer to mine then back again so your wet cock slides back and forth between my legs.
I reach down to take a firm hold of your penis with my hand. Stroking you slowly as I lead you into the other room, the fire in the fireplace is nice & warm even though it’s really not that cold outside but since we are almost naked it feels good on our skin. You reach for your drink and after taking a sip you place it up to my lips for me to drink. All the while I’m still holding your cock in my hand.
We lay down on the quilts and pillows that are on the floor, you kneel on top of me. I pour massage oil between my breasts, pushing them together you slide your cock into the warm, smooth, damp, enveloping tunnel. As you pump your way between my tits, I’m able to stroke my nipples as I hold my breasts tight together. I give your head quick licks & kisses as your penis emerges with each stroke at the top of my cleavage. You move slowly, your eyes are closed, your back arched, I can hear the first small moans. I take hold of your cock, stroking you up & down. I cover you with long strokes, short strokes, and little circles over the tip. As you get more excited I stroke more deeply with both hands, it’s all you can do to stay still at this point.
I don’t want you to cum too quickly even though it’s early in the day & we have all the time in the world for each of us to have multiple orgasms, I decided it was ok for you to cum. After only a few more seconds of stimulation, you’re close to climax. You sigh and moan, your cock throbs and swells and with one hard thrust into my breasts you cum all over my shoulders & neck.
We lay in each others arms as we lightly touch each others moist skin. We need time to catch our breath, after all the day is still young.
She writes:
April 15 at 12:10am
Time is ticking by as we lay on the quilts by the nice warm fire. My throat is feeling a little parched, I leave your arms to pour myself something to drink. It’s cool as the liquid flows down my throat. As I return, you’re gone …. Hmmm ….. walking through the house I find you sitting in front of your laptop, shirt back on, you glance up, without a smile, then you go back to the screen, typing very intently. I’ve placed my glass in front of you, you take a drink and tell me that there are a few things you need to take care of. OK ….. I leave you, I give you privacy, to finish up whatever seems to be so important. I walk around the house looking thru all the books lining the shelves, some delightful reading here, I take a book entitled “There Are No Accidents” off the shelf and thumb thru it, interesting, I must read this one day. I walk farther into another room where there are photographs of family and friends, but who’s … cute.
I look back into the room where you sit, you’re so absorbed in what ever it is that you’re doing that you don’t even notice that I’m there. I guess I’ll go clean up a bit; I put my shirt back on and go into the bathroom to wash up a little. Looking in the mirror, I’m starting to wonder what’s happened, where did I lose him? Interest is gone. I thought we were really connecting earlier this morning and thought we’d be spending the rest of the day and maybe into tomorrow fucking and sucking and just getting to know one another. I wonder what it was, was I not good enough, maybe he wanted me to suck his dick or to let him inside of me right away, instead of just playing with him. But I wasn’t ready to stop; in fact I was just getting warmed up. Now what do I do, do I wait for him? …. Maybe he’s just not that into me. Maybe I better leave and give him his space. OK …. I think maybe he’s trying to tell me something …… I’ll take the hint and leave….. hours have passed now since I felt so warm and secure in his arms.
I look back at you, one last time as I reach for the door…..
I will remember this, this one glorious morning, the connection we made, knowing that it could have been an intensely spiritual experience (for me at least), I don’t want to always wonder what went wrong, how did I scare him away but I will, that’s just me? It's nice to feel wanted even if it’s not real, just imaginary … For a long time to come and many years from now I’ll look back and wonder, was this real? Or maybe it was all just a decadent dream.
He writes:
April 15 at 1:08am
I'm lost in the weird sensation I am feeling. Sitting alone in the corner where I can look at the window into the midst of the pine grove, I'm briefly distracted by a slight movement of the branches in the wind. It reminds me of the first time I saw your sarong slide to the ground as if in slow motion. I've been sitting there words flowing fast and freely onto the screen. Trying to capture the radiance of the past few hours on the page before the taste of your flesh fades from my tongue.
The moments so transcendent that I must lurch for the laptop, my all consuming desire to capture the memory of these iridescent few hours before they are colored and shaped by memory into something to be repeated but something somehow less vibrant and real. I re-read my words and am disappointed in my inability to translate your incandescent beauty, the dark corners of the room as they watched us press hard and moist against each other, unable to somehow describe the sheer timelessness that I felt as my mouth graced yous for the first time, how the hours between our first glancing touches of the morning, our rapturous embrace in the kitchen and the ecstasy of staring into your eyes as you massaged warm torrents of my essence from between your breasts as I felt screaming vibrations of warmth match my pulsing exclamation and shoot up my spine. I couldn't find words powerful enough, deeply moving enough to match the topsy-turvy fire drill going on in my heart.
Turning, I heard the front door squeak and saw your silhouette pass through the late morning sunlight as it pours in around you, warming you in the morning chill. Giving up realizing that it was hopeless to try and recreate what had seemed such fleeting perfection, I walk out behind you to find you wrapped in a big, soft harvest colored throw on the bench swing. You was staring out into the trees, didn't seem to notice I was there. I leaned against the railing opposite you, just staring at the golden light frosting your huge expanse of hair. Your left foot poked out from the edge of the blanket and the sight of your skin, the passive beauty of your wet eyes glistening in the sun, found my lengthening rod warming my leg beneath the still damp sarong. You turned to see me pull aside the silk fabric and take my hot pole into my fist.
You giggled and began to get up.
"Stay there. I want to look at you, before I wake from this dream."
You turned my way slightly and the blanket dropped slowly from your shoulders. You reached a hand up underneath and I watched your eyes focus on my engorged manhood. You pulled your legs up onto the edge of the swing and I watched your damp fingers catch glimmers of sunlight. You tilted your head back and in that quick moment I moved across the porch to you and leaned over kissing your shoulder where I could still taste my salty sweetness. You jumped a little and laughed quietly.
I grabbed the front edge of the swing pulling it towards me and without a word you reached down and with your damp fingers pulled my steaming cock into you. Your hands reached back grasping the chains the held the swing in midair, I pulled you back and forth towards me filling you until in a final deep plunge you grabbed hold around my waist with you legs and I felt you tight muscles convulse around my hardness, your breasts bouncing as you came in long, full body shivers, sweating in spite of the goosebumps of the morning breeze.
I let go of the swing and back-off a step just as I shot another gush into the air across the porch, my dick sparkling with your juices. You lept off the swing the blanket dropping into the mess on the painted wooden deck and fell into my arms.
Your head against my chest, I felt your breath on my neck and the warm tears slowly find their way through my matted hair.
"Yes," I said.
"Yes, what?"
"I am real. You and I. We're not dreaming."
She writes:
April 28 at 8:58am
The rain has stopped, the flood of sun coming down through the trees has left tiny crystals of water on the grasses and leaves, with rainbows everywhere.
You take my hand and lead me to the hot tub; you jump in as I ease myself into the steamy water, actually quite refreshing. You’re sitting on one side of the tub while I’m sitting on the other, we can’t stop looking at each other, with shy little smiles. I swim over to you, I’m between your legs, lifting you up so you’re floating on your back, your head resting on the edge of the tub. I take your cock into my mouth, slowly easing you in while my tongue runs over the tip and down the sides, while sucking you in ever so lightly. You start to relax and getting yourself ready we hear the door close and footsteps coming toward us, we both look into the direction of the sound, I look over and see your face with the knowing smile……
He writes:
June 19 at 5:55am
...I really wasn't sure when she'd show up. All I knew was that Mary had been anxious to meet you and I had waited months for the two of you to meet for the first time.
I should have felt more trepidation but somehow I knew that the two of you would get along right away. The fact that you both knew exactly how to push my buttons and though your personalities, voices, breasts, skin, giggles were all very different you both came from a place of comfort and confidence laced with insecurity, a place where you both seemed inherently comfortable trusting me and that turned me on more than any single other thing. That you both cared for me and somehow felt that I wouldn't put you in any situation you weren't comfortable with, would never put my own pleasure before yours unless it was your desire to do so. I felt enveloped by love and caring and could feel the sexual temperature rise even before I saw her standing in the doorway. She walked across the porch and giggled, "Ooh you two look so good sitting there all wet and smiling." She pulled off her black boots and walked into the tub, fully clothed in her fishnet body suit, short black skirt and tight fitting white t-shirt, provocatively ripped in places like her idol Patti Smith and like Patti, her incredible breasts just hinted at from inside the loose fabric. She walked down the steps put her hand in my hair and pulled my face up to hers, kissing me hard on the mouth, my hands slid up the back of her leg grabbing a handful of her beautiful ass for just a moment before she turned and straddled your naked lap.
Her arms wrapped around your neck and she slowly, without a word, pulled her mouth towards yours and slowly, delicately put her soft lips to yours, slowly probing your mouth, pulling away, looking into your eyes, wordless, coming in again for a long kiss, making her way to your right ear and whispering, "You are even more beautiful than I imagined." Your hands slide up the back of her legs, pulling her body closer towards you.
I know she is not good in the heat. She has a tendency to pass out in hot tubs especially when she's excited here in the high altitudes. I stand up behind her, my cock pointing straight out, a divining rod towards the two of you, the wild objects of my desire...I put my arm around her neck, in a mock choke hold pulling her back and her legs wrap around your back as you lean forward towards her, not wanting to lose contact with her passion...she is laid out, flat on the water held tilted back in full submission to my strong, forceful, slow and consistent pressure. I reach down and tear her t-shirt open in front of your, her beautiful, pale white breasts and rich pink nipples bob in the water and you reach out pulling them back toward your open mouth.
But I pull her away from you brusquely and pull her up the steps, picking her up and throwing her over my shoulder. I motion to you with my finger to come and you rise from the warm water, steam billowing off of your brown body, a vision from the water. She is still, purring, loving the forcefulness, the submission to my strength and sense of purpose. With my free hand I take you by the hair and pull your lips to mine for a deep kiss. You bite my lower lip, holding on with your teeth looking into my eyes, ready to play. I pull your head back and whisper for you to take me by the cock and lead me upstairs. "First tonight, Mary and I will be at your command for the next hour. You are who we desire to please." Mary bites down on the back of my arm that is wrapped around her at these words, still purring softly, without realizing it.
You spin around us, all of us dripping wet, and you grab my cock, stiff in the cooling air and hot to the touch in the palm of your hand, and lead us in through the back door, slowly towards the stairway...
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
SMELL THE COFFEE
night's cloudy veil falls away in slow motion
the silent, gentle rocking wakes me from a dash of fitful sleep
my starchy eyes find myself alone
with the sound of filtered air
the checkered past of yesterday
miles behind us
the glorious hopes of today
not yet jaded by the reality of tomorrow.
it's now when the world decides
to catch its breath.
(man lights cigarette on dim empty platform
awaiting the 5:40 to Penn Station;
boy bicycles in BIG circles
in the middle of the wide street
testing the fragile balance in this morning's bag of newspapers)
and I wake up dizzy with dream :
your nakedness astride me on this train
my hands on the ellipsis of your familiar
ass, pumping the electricity, the fear,
the kinetic, frenetic jazz energy
of New York City into your anxious body
and the world's eyes are slits
aching with the Jesus beams of dawn's mumbled joke.
I can almost see alarm clocks shaking off their night stands
as lights go on in the upstairs windows
up and down these racing blocks
of empty streets...
...smell the coffee.
II.
people dressed for the day
smelling of shampoo and make-up;
the zip/pout snore emanating from 2 rows behind
another reveler fearlessly trying to make up for last night's excesses.
my eyes snap shut and open and shut
my neck does the Zapruder dance
my instant dreaming of your eyes
perpetuates my last waking thought:
that I should pull out my warm self
tracing a smile upon your imaginary lips with my essence
as the sun splashes the air with morning
pulling itself kicking and scratching
through the blanket of New Jersey fog
a high beam in a white-out blizzard
somewhere between Trenton and home.
- written at dawn for Charlene, new jersey on the train
July 2, 1996
the silent, gentle rocking wakes me from a dash of fitful sleep
my starchy eyes find myself alone
with the sound of filtered air
the checkered past of yesterday
miles behind us
the glorious hopes of today
not yet jaded by the reality of tomorrow.
it's now when the world decides
to catch its breath.
(man lights cigarette on dim empty platform
awaiting the 5:40 to Penn Station;
boy bicycles in BIG circles
in the middle of the wide street
testing the fragile balance in this morning's bag of newspapers)
and I wake up dizzy with dream :
your nakedness astride me on this train
my hands on the ellipsis of your familiar
ass, pumping the electricity, the fear,
the kinetic, frenetic jazz energy
of New York City into your anxious body
and the world's eyes are slits
aching with the Jesus beams of dawn's mumbled joke.
I can almost see alarm clocks shaking off their night stands
as lights go on in the upstairs windows
up and down these racing blocks
of empty streets...
...smell the coffee.
II.
people dressed for the day
smelling of shampoo and make-up;
the zip/pout snore emanating from 2 rows behind
another reveler fearlessly trying to make up for last night's excesses.
my eyes snap shut and open and shut
my neck does the Zapruder dance
my instant dreaming of your eyes
perpetuates my last waking thought:
that I should pull out my warm self
tracing a smile upon your imaginary lips with my essence
as the sun splashes the air with morning
pulling itself kicking and scratching
through the blanket of New Jersey fog
a high beam in a white-out blizzard
somewhere between Trenton and home.
- written at dawn for Charlene, new jersey on the train
July 2, 1996
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
GAME PLAN #2
You wait for my call. I say one word. "NOW." You run to the shower hose yourself down wash your ass especially well because tonight it is mine. Make sure you lube it up your well before you leave the house. You might even want to toss a couple of fingers in there in the shower to get used to the idea. You will drink a bottle of water while you are getting ready and one en route to my house. I want you to feel full. I want you in an expendable wife-beater or old button up shirt. No fucking bra this time unless you plan on having it cut off of you. In fact, I want you in a plaid schoolgirl skirt. Dog collar. Drive to my house dressed this way. Do not be late but do not speed. I don’t want the police to get their hands on you like last time. Pull your car into the neighborhood and park up the street. Come to my front door. Knock three times. Wait 60 seconds and knock again. Open the front door. I will not answer. Slowly come inside. Call out, “Hello...anyone home? I’m lost...Can I use your phone?” Ask for directions. You got off at the wrong bus stop and don't know where you are. I will grab you from behind and take you then and there as I wish. You will definitely be at my beck and call. While you are still dressed and freshly fucked, you will crawl into the bathroom where I will piss on you in the bathtub and then you on my cock. You will then be led upstairs, punished and fucked heartily. Then I will order you to lick my ass and fuck me slowly with my strap-on, first on my stomach, whispering into my ear what an asshole I was and how you love fucking my ass...then you roll me on my back so I can stare into your eyes and slap your tits while you slide that hard cock in and out of me... Nice start for an evening you think? Perhaps a bit of ESPN or Matlock and a bite to eat instead? Don't fucking push it. You are mine and I am yours.
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