she sent me post card. it was a gorgeous photograph: a black and white winter scene shot from overhead, by Atget, i think. it reminded me of the view from my apartment window. on it she wrote: i couldn't be with you tonight, so i put in my diaphragm and brought myself to orgasm, as you do so well for me.
i held onto that postcard for years...and that thought even longer.
29 April 2009
21 April 2009
imagining/sounds
i spent a good bit of this past weekend, imagining what that first kiss would be like, would it be tentative, shy, wondering, teasing, lips barely touching, would your tongue (or mine) slip out and tease my (your )upper lip. we then move in a bit closer, more comfortable, more acquiescing. the next would certainly increase the hunger, my hands slipping now to trace your form from shoulders to waist feeling your curves. learning more about that delectable, delightful ass that i've imagined for so long. i wondered what the sound of the intake of your breath in my ear would be like. would it be hot, heavy and soon, and would you inhale and hold your breath, waiting for my next touch. waiting and waiting some more.
and when i grab your ass with both hands and placed myself between your legs and lean in, so you could feel me, when you/i could grind that first grind. would that warm your fire, or might you still wonder if this connects with you. and when my hands slowly, slowly, slowly made their way to your breasts circling, slowly squeezing, firmly squeezing, would your nipples become erect or would it take a flick my thumb, or perhaps my face rubbing all about you, or would you need for me to undress you. maybe seat you on that nearby table, so i can undress you top to bottom. my tongue finding its way from here to here to here, my fingers learning your regions,avenues, byways.i'd learn what your sigh and muffled moans are like as my tongue made its way down, teasing the soft down on your belly. my face on your soft spots, feeling your heat through your knickers, my hands learning more still about your inner thighs, i bet that results in a sound from you. and should i unceremoniously rip your panties apart on you, my guess is a sound (or two or three) emits from your mouth, and when my breath is on you, your mons,
i bet another moan (or gasp) is heard and when my tongue gets its first small teasing taste of you, i think that you'd provide an audible response. how about when i fully spread you and my tongue encircles you, flick/flick/flicks your clit/clit/clit. i bet that gets a reaction.
and when my fingers get in on the fun, this probably gets your undivided attention. by now, i assume that you're enjoying this to the fullest. as am i.
and it's more of me on you/in you, licking, twirling, swirling all about you. my fingers, hands, tongue, teeth all exploring you, and bringing you to that first full orgasm, listening to it, feeling it pulse through you, making me come at you all the harder, my tongue more intense flick/flick/flicking all the more, fingers, in/out, in/out, in/out and all about, thumb teasing your backside, your hands wrapped in my hair, your moans full blown now. i feel and hear the orgasm coming, coming at me at me, through you, through you, and you do, you come, i hear you and now i know what these initial sounds are like.
and that/this is only the first of many.
that and this would all be a part of our shared secret(s).
and when i grab your ass with both hands and placed myself between your legs and lean in, so you could feel me, when you/i could grind that first grind. would that warm your fire, or might you still wonder if this connects with you. and when my hands slowly, slowly, slowly made their way to your breasts circling, slowly squeezing, firmly squeezing, would your nipples become erect or would it take a flick my thumb, or perhaps my face rubbing all about you, or would you need for me to undress you. maybe seat you on that nearby table, so i can undress you top to bottom. my tongue finding its way from here to here to here, my fingers learning your regions,avenues, byways.i'd learn what your sigh and muffled moans are like as my tongue made its way down, teasing the soft down on your belly. my face on your soft spots, feeling your heat through your knickers, my hands learning more still about your inner thighs, i bet that results in a sound from you. and should i unceremoniously rip your panties apart on you, my guess is a sound (or two or three) emits from your mouth, and when my breath is on you, your mons,
i bet another moan (or gasp) is heard and when my tongue gets its first small teasing taste of you, i think that you'd provide an audible response. how about when i fully spread you and my tongue encircles you, flick/flick/flicks your clit/clit/clit. i bet that gets a reaction. and when my fingers get in on the fun, this probably gets your undivided attention. by now, i assume that you're enjoying this to the fullest. as am i.
and it's more of me on you/in you, licking, twirling, swirling all about you. my fingers, hands, tongue, teeth all exploring you, and bringing you to that first full orgasm, listening to it, feeling it pulse through you, making me come at you all the harder, my tongue more intense flick/flick/flicking all the more, fingers, in/out, in/out, in/out and all about, thumb teasing your backside, your hands wrapped in my hair, your moans full blown now. i feel and hear the orgasm coming, coming at me at me, through you, through you, and you do, you come, i hear you and now i know what these initial sounds are like.
and that/this is only the first of many.
that and this would all be a part of our shared secret(s).
17 April 2009
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Her dirty talk got me off. twice.
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15 April 2009
she knows
she knows that i have to leave now. she knows that our fun and games for the day have been beyond the beyond but it's all past tense, gotta go.
she knows that if she waits by the door, barely dressed, she'll get to engage in more mouth to mouth exchanges with me. and she uses all of this knowledge to her advantage. and she knows that as we share these prolonged kisses, that if she slides her hand along my chest, i'll want to be nearer to her again. and she knows that by placing the other hand on my ass will bring all of me in direct proximity to all of her, and she does just that. and, yes, she knows that moving these hands to my inner thighs will only escalate the action. and she's well aware that her hands tracing the form of my cock will result in altered states of its length. and she knows and shares my thoughts on the extreme sensuality of her unbuttoning my shirt, my trousers, unzipping me, and hearing them slipping to my ankles. she knows, ever so well, that if she kisses me from north of my nipples to south of my beltline, that i will not be going anywhere soon. and she knows that i know that she is ever so fond of my precum on her lips. and she tastes it. and she knows from past and present experience how much i like it when my cock grows further still, in her mouth. my moans reiterate that information to her.
she knows, full well, that she can take me, and have me take her, pretty much, at her will.
she also knows that if she whispers in my ear, "you have to fuck me once more, right now" that i will.
and of course, she knows that if she scoots over to bed, gets on all fours, i will enter her, me standing bedside, looking out the window, loving this day, gazing at her beautiful back and backside, and she thinks/hopes that maybe i'll add a slap or two to her gorgeous haunches, and i do. and she knows that there is little more that i like than for her to reach between her legs, hold & tease my balls, except perhaps when she services herself from the front as i do her from behind, or still better yet, when both of her hands bring us both to full fruition, to full screaming orgasms and i fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck her and she strokes herself and singlehandedly juggles my jewels. and she knows that my collapsing onto her is a sure sign that we've gone this fine route, yet again.
and she knows (as do i) that this the most utterly blissful way to end this part of this day. together.
she knows all that and more.
she knows that if she waits by the door, barely dressed, she'll get to engage in more mouth to mouth exchanges with me. and she uses all of this knowledge to her advantage. and she knows that as we share these prolonged kisses, that if she slides her hand along my chest, i'll want to be nearer to her again. and she knows that by placing the other hand on my ass will bring all of me in direct proximity to all of her, and she does just that. and, yes, she knows that moving these hands to my inner thighs will only escalate the action. and she's well aware that her hands tracing the form of my cock will result in altered states of its length. and she knows and shares my thoughts on the extreme sensuality of her unbuttoning my shirt, my trousers, unzipping me, and hearing them slipping to my ankles. she knows, ever so well, that if she kisses me from north of my nipples to south of my beltline, that i will not be going anywhere soon. and she knows that i know that she is ever so fond of my precum on her lips. and she tastes it. and she knows from past and present experience how much i like it when my cock grows further still, in her mouth. my moans reiterate that information to her.
she knows, full well, that she can take me, and have me take her, pretty much, at her will.
she also knows that if she whispers in my ear, "you have to fuck me once more, right now" that i will.
and of course, she knows that if she scoots over to bed, gets on all fours, i will enter her, me standing bedside, looking out the window, loving this day, gazing at her beautiful back and backside, and she thinks/hopes that maybe i'll add a slap or two to her gorgeous haunches, and i do. and she knows that there is little more that i like than for her to reach between her legs, hold & tease my balls, except perhaps when she services herself from the front as i do her from behind, or still better yet, when both of her hands bring us both to full fruition, to full screaming orgasms and i fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck her and she strokes herself and singlehandedly juggles my jewels. and she knows that my collapsing onto her is a sure sign that we've gone this fine route, yet again.
and she knows (as do i) that this the most utterly blissful way to end this part of this day. together.
she knows all that and more.
03 April 2009
Roman hands
when
her tongue slipped between my teeth
it gave my hands license
to roam.
or so i thought, or so it seemed.
and she concurred
for a while.
but not not as long as i wished.
(it's national poetry month. let's honor poetry, let's make poetry. together?)
her tongue slipped between my teeth
it gave my hands license
to roam.
or so i thought, or so it seemed.
and she concurred
for a while.
but not not as long as i wished.
(it's national poetry month. let's honor poetry, let's make poetry. together?)
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