in my little pocket of the world

something/everything

2012-01-05T11:19:00.004-05:00

it wasn't much of anything.
we were in a shop, looking at this, that and the other. it was a getaway from the lives that we knew and lived on a daily basis, lives that we didn't share. the shop was loaded with bric-a-brac, others' memories, pieces of their lives, far removed from ours. we moved about aimlessly. and at some point, we were again side by side.
she slipped her hand into my back pocket, held it there, my cheek in her hand, my mind now lost its immediate focus, it was no longer on this dish, ashtray, memory collector, whatever. it was on her hand on me.
she held her hand in my pocket for a bit until some other item took her away.
but that moment may not have been much of anything, or it may have been everything.

she did

2011-12-28T10:52:00.003-05:00

she did this thing that got me like no other. it's been some time now, so the memory fades a bit.
yes, now i remember...
she touched me
she kissed me
she fucked me.
like no other.

today's

2011-12-13T16:32:00.002-05:00

today, i'd do that high hard fast furious fuck rhythm with you, grunts, groans, hair in hands, nails in skin, nipples twisted, hands slapping bottom, rid selves of angst type of thing.
then
find each other for soft and easy cuddling, after the fact.

la cuisine

2011-12-12T15:48:00.002-05:00

today. self in hand, i imagined being with you. in you.
location. your kitchen, more accurately, your kitchen table.
position. your back to me, your tits in my hands, your legs spread, me in you, fast and hard.
result. we were cooking.

slow randy

2011-11-17T08:55:00.004-05:00

it's a grey rainy-ish day. i want slow randy today. just lolling about, books, maybe newspaper, scattered and shared, soft touches, periods of intensity followed by resting, grazing, coffee breaks, some pastries, brush the crumbs out of bed, reading to self and each other maybe, back at each other slowly languidly (and probably viciously at times), learning how to kiss each other again and more, your hands on me, in me, me same on/in you. nowhere that's a must go, nothing that's a must do.
each other. whenever/however we want.
take our time. take our sweet time.

she said

2011-10-31T10:18:00.006-04:00

she said she wanted to kiss me, to touch me. she said she wanted to tease me, to tempt me. she said she wanted to make me want her more than i knew i could. she said she wanted to fuck me, to bring me to world class orgasms. she said she wanted to make it beyond memorable, to etch it into me, my brain, my sexuality.
bring it on, i said.

distracted

2011-10-02T11:21:00.002-04:00

and while at a jazz show tonight, i imagined that later in the evening would find me wakening you after you had thoroughly fucked me to sleep. waking you with a lubed cock sliding between your lovely ass cheeks, while my oiled hand slides into your lower lips, teasing you awake, and when you find yourself wanting to be wakened like this i'd roll atop you, you facing down and wanting me in you. my cock slides in front and spreads your hungry cunt wide, wanting me in all the more, though not there yet. and you ride my cock on you, not in you. i pin your arms and spread you a bit. only a bit. only enough to enter. s l o w l y, very s l o w l y. i 'm in you, your legs still together (nearly) and short hard thrusts, short hard, (barely moving within you) short hard. and you feel my full weight, strength on you, in you. and you squeeze me in you, in you. and you're mine, totally in my control, i can feel you almost come, i press you deeper in the bed and fuck you hard and harder, shorter stronger thrusts. and with you coming (or nearly so) i slow the strokes, now longer, deeper and you like but want it faster, so i do hard fast deep into you. and to make it all the deeper, i grab ahold of the headboard and you wrap your arms around mine let me ride you, my teeth in your shoulder, me in you, you wrapped around me, as i fuck you to your orgasm, and to my orgasm, and then collapse onto you and soon beside you, now me wrapped around you and off we go back to slumberland. come dream some more with me.

today.

2011-08-27T10:24:00.007-04:00

you are welcome to all of me, and today's personal fantasy involves arriving back at our hotel (location TBD) where i undress you (at least partially, keep your boots on, at the very least, maybe more) and enter you in timetable sufficient to your needs/wants/desires, which is rather quickly by others' standards, and we furiously fuck each other, but you are readily familiar of that part of the festivities.

2011-08-12T13:59:00.001-04:00

so by now, it's well into the night of this perfect day and we've have had each other seven (or more) ways from Sunday and after a break that is well-earned and a walkabout the room/apartment/suite/whatever/wherever, i feel that i should offer another homage to your delta. and in spreading you, i treat you a long, languid tongue lashing, thoroughly engaging all of you with my mouth, my delectable mouth, and that results in whimpers and moans, and, yes, of course, more orgasms. and if our personal histories have taught us anything, it's followed by me entering you and you enjoying all of me, as i do you.
and, in time, but no hurry to get there, some well-deserved (again) full-night's sleep.

rememory

2011-08-02T11:19:00.000-04:00

today, i remembered how you took me in your mouth, and you liked how much i liked/loved that. and i remember how much wetter you were after you took me in your mouth, making it all the easier for me to enter you and fuck you on that day in that bed.

frolic?

2011-07-17T10:25:00.002-04:00

"frolic?" we did.
"spread." she did.
"fuck me." i did.
collapse. we did.

one more

2011-07-15T21:26:00.002-04:00

"one more" she said/ordered, "give me one more," as i drove into her time and again, i'd just come myself so needed to alter pace and place, and with a little alteration, i slid her onto her side, raised a leg (of hers) and entered her and entered her and entered her, a bit slower than we had been.
and in time, her moans became that monosyllabic mantra, "yes, yes, yes, now, now, now, yes, yes yes, yesssssssss."
and she got her one more, and i received the pleasure of delivering her there.

touching

2011-07-08T11:07:00.002-04:00

you told me i could touch you forever.
and i wanted to. and i did.
until you told me you were tired
and tired of me touching you.
and now i no longer touch you.

waking thoughts

2011-06-01T17:17:00.004-04:00

i sleep fitfully, or unevenly, or differently, and usually drop into dreamland almost immediately. the result is when i nap i go off to this other world at first doze.
so, when i awaken from this very brief afternoon nap, a bit disoriented, ignore it. it's me getting back to us. us most assuredly post-coital, and it may take me a minute to get my bearings again.
yes, it's me and you in this unfamiliar bed and yes, most assuredly it was you and i doing it, tasting each other, having each other, fucking the bejesus out of each other, just a few short minutes ago, and it was your sounds that i last heard before i nodded off, your quieted breathing which followed your intense breathing and related moans which coincided (presumably) with those orgasms of yours that you then described to me in elegant detail: small (and at times not so small) series of waves that carried you over and out of yourself and over and then deeper into me. you riding them atop me, beneath, and beside me and however many ways we went after them and you rode them all.
i loved your words, your sensations, your orgasms. they are so foreign to me, i will never have anything like those, i am plumbed altogether differently.
but i welcome being here for them more than anything else that i know.
or don't as the case may be.

today.

2011-05-12T09:27:00.000-04:00

today, i'd have you lie facedown on the bed, so you couldn't see me
...only feel me...feeling you...filling you.

workout

2011-05-09T14:35:00.004-04:00

i went to my gym today. i hadn't been to that gym in eight days (count 'em 8!!!) i was concerned that i'd be out of shape a bit, though i did use a hotel gym for a couple of days on the road, but a hotel gym workout rarely matches what one does on his/her home court, and this was no different. so, today back to my welcome routine.
and today was Monday spin day, got in the early stretches, pull-ups, sit-ups, then spinning.
and i distracted myself during my spin cycle with thoughts of you.
and i found myself in a place where i'd been on a couple of occasions (previous notes of bliss apply here), which is on my knees on your bedroom rug (and i admit to not being the most creative in my erotic dreams, but i know what i like and it works for me) and so there i was kneeling on your rug, it's softness padded my landing.
and you were there too. in fact, at that point in time your legs formed a perfect V, which enveloped my head and neck. and your legs over my shoulders, your heels solidly placed on my shoulder blades, you pulled me deeper to you. and my lips, tongue, teeth toured your thighs, stopping here and there; you especially liked when my teeth traced lines here and there. and in time, my mouth reached your cunt.
you liked that even more.
and my fingers played along with my mouth. my tongue titillated, my fingers followed. your clit liked that.
and i tested that left side/right side sensitivity issue, and confirmed the expected results, but certainly all was appreciated, or so it seemed, judging from aural results.
my tongue went deep into you.
all of you liked that.
and your heels pulled me in tighter and closer.
and deeper, deeper
into you.
"yes, yes, yes" you said.
and yes, yes, yes, i tasted, licked and had more of you.
and more.
and you came and again (maybe).
"oh, fuck me now, fuck me now," you requested(?!).
and your legs spread wider,
allowing me to move up and between them, even more.
and i entered you.
and i fucked you.
and i fucked you harder
and harder still.
and longer and harder.
and you returned the fuck
every bit of it.
every thrust, every move, as you do so well.
and we had each other.
as we do so well.
until we didn't need to have more of each other.
at least, for that moment in time.

(and spinning, well, that's inconsequential.)

sum of those parts

2011-04-11T16:07:00.007-04:00

i'm not sure if i told her which of her parts i am particularly enamored with.
her smooth lovely arms: i find them a turn on, but i may not have given words to that thought.
i may have mentioned that i like her breasts (whether she thought them perky or not was no concern of mine) but i hope that i told her that. i liked them. i liked them a lot.
her soft downy belly, i hope that i noted aloud its beauty, but i may not have.
her beautiful back, which i caressed, massaged, inspected so closely, and kissed countless times, i hope that i told her of its beauty,
her legs which proved adept at wrapping themselves around me, that spread gloriously for me, and were shaped beyond reproach deserved praise, but i can't say for certain that i did that and if so, did i enough?
her arse, her unbelievably perfect arse, i hope that i commented on it, time and time again, it deserves that.
and her cunt, her glorious cunt, that brought me so many moments of pleasure, unequaled pleasure: to my fingers, my tongue, my lips, my mouth, and my cock as it welcomed me in time and time again. i may not have sung its worthy praises.
and if that's the case, i am truly apologetic for not fully honoring any and all of them adequately.
and the sum of those parts-well, the sum of those parts is merely unparalleled in my experience, and a magnificent experience it was/is, and i would welcome any and all chances to revisit her (and those parts) as often and as soon as possible.

geography 101

2011-03-31T10:15:00.003-04:00

she can't reach out and touch me today, geography doesn't allow that. she can't roll over, run her nails down my back, sink her teeth into my shoulder, fill my mouth with her mouth, tangle my tongue with hers. she can't stroke my ass, tease me wherever, however she chooses, and she can't roll me over and feel me hard already from her touch, can't take my hand, place it between her legs and make herself wetter. she can't slide on top of me and me into her. and she can't bring herself to orgasm with me in her today. geography won't allow it.

stages

2011-01-17T11:07:00.003-05:00

we talked about anticipation, preparation, inspection, even a bit (maybe more, a lot more) about fornication, and eventually relaxation.
and now, sad to say, we were still in the anticipation stage. maybe, maybe in time, we get beyond, well beyond.

assume the position

2011-01-10T17:32:00.004-05:00

so here's my choice of position for tonight's (maybe other nights but for discussion purposes here, we'll say tonight's) sleep, had we the good fortune of getting to that point:
we'd be laying on our left side, your disarmingly luscious left cheek would be in my left hand, slightly cupping you there, my right arm would be draped around your side, lightly held in place between your knees. my now half-masted cock would rest between your unparalleled cheeks, my head would be tucked into your neck, inhaling your scent. our breathing would be returning to normal. we'd have soft sated smiles on our faces, i would (probably) try to say something mildly witty (or so i think) and you might respond a tad (a chuckle maybe, that's all i'd want) and we'd slip off into the night.
in time, we'd roll apart, separate, re-connect but that would be a helluva way to slide off into zzzzz's.

by the way, that left side thing, totally negotiable, i'm ambidextrous in sleepland.

her words?

2011-01-07T10:35:00.003-05:00

she told me that i was too much for her, or maybe it was that i was not enough, i don't remember exactly.
she told me that she'd prefer that i'd leave, post-sex; or she may have asked me to stay, as long as i wished.
she called out "more, more, more", unless it was "no, no, no."
she told me that she loved me, and she told me that she didn't love me. or need me.

inflight

2011-01-04T10:17:00.002-05:00

so, as i reach a height of 37k ft overhead i imagine far more enjoyable heights at sea level, preferably yours. it’s not difficult to envision, being side by side with you (rather than side by seat with this young gorilla who tells me that he’s taken a couple of valium cause he’s afraid of heights and is now leaning well into me as his drugs (prescribed or otherwise) have taken full effect and i have considerably less shoulder room than i started with, which was not significant at the outset (his friggin’ head is almost on my shoulder)), so back to me and you.
so where i want to be it in the prone position, my thinking at this time is on my side, you on your back, me taking in your profile, your shape, doing what i would if i were a sculptor; shaping you exactly like you are, smoothing your skin, feel my hands follow this form (yours) that’s what i want. and then using your one of the sexual accessories that you’ve garnered over time, i might see how this feels, do tell, does a vibrator tease and tickle, even massage you as it is sometimes advertised as it takes a slow and meandering tour of you upward starting here at your knee. and it rolls around your thigh and you bring your legs together, it can give you a rather randy double thighed mini rub, eh? your purrs suggest you concur with those advertising boasts.
and you part your legs just enough so that i can travel northerly (note: directions may vary depending our geographical location, but you get the idea.) and my here i suggest a blindfold perhaps to lessen the potential for visual distraction, so, given agreement, i just need you pull your legs together a bit, i’ll have you hold this lovely vibrator right here at your delta, “mmmm” you say, and i slide this silky scarf over your eyes like so. ok, back to where we were, me toy-touring you. and you like this, i think that you like it a lot, and my tongue, mouth and lips join in the side by side fun with kisses and tongues teases here and here, as i vibrate into you a bit and your thighs, hips belly, roll w/synchronized approval.
and because i want to and can, given your present position, i coo soft blatherings into your ear, nothing too distracting, maybe some ear-tongue touring, and move on, you appreciate the effect of a well-placed tongue on your nipple, all the while your vibrator is deepening (!) your pleasure, i get the sense that O #1 is approaching, and yes, “we have lift-off”, your bottom is raised off the bed and your moans inform all present (you/me) that pleasure is at hand (actually hand/vibe) and so you receive this gratification (orgasm 1 is history) and i continue with more and you feel me hard against your bum (your glorious bum) and i match your rhythms and after pleasuring you like this for a bit, i slide this (your) leg beside me up a bit a which allows me to slide into you, and you are a very wet you. “mmmm”s (from all involved) ensue.
and you rock up down sideways around and i match your every move, cock in you/vibe with hand on yours and we thrust and move and roll into each other again and again and again and again, and again and again, as long as it suits us, which is quite some time, i don’t pay attention to time, just me matching your moves, and at times your hand falls on me guiding me, almost, not quite, and then slips away grabs the sheets, and at times you have a soft smile, that becomes a grimace that changes again, and again, and at times i move close, closer still to you, kiss your cheek and then slide back allowing you your darkened space, just my hands and cock in and on you, and we dance this dance into/along with each and it’s one after the other after the other until we’re as sated as we want to be for this ride. mmmm what a ride.
needless to say, well-deserved embraced snoozing follows.

poisoning you

2010-12-29T11:11:00.001-05:00

i want to poison you.
i want to poison you with me.
i want to poison your thoughts. i want you to think of me when you are alone, when you are with others, when you work, when you play, when you are with him (or others), when he is kissing you, touching you, fucking you, when you are eating, when you are reading, bathing, drinking, sleeping, dreaming, walking, talking, oozing.
when he (or others) touch you i want you to think, “this is nice, but touch me like m does, like so, yes, this is good, very good, but not quite.”
and when you come, think of me. me. me coming in you. with you. whether i’m with you or not.

poisoning you.
because that’s what you have done to me.

could i, would i?

2010-12-23T13:17:00.005-05:00

could i make you warm if i leaned you back against this wall, leaned into you, my face beside your face, breathing on you, in your ear?
could i make you warmer if i traced my way all around you, your lovely body. if i pressed a little bit tighter against you?
could i make you warmer still if i slid under your outer clothes and continued my tour of you?
could i make you wet if i slid a hand outside of your darling, delectable underthings? if i held a hand there, your mound in my palm and slowly stirred you about, my thumb sliding in a bit into your silkens? if my tongue, of its own accord, traced its way around your ear, and played about with you there?
could i make you wet if i loosened your outer garments and allowed them to slip to the floor, and my other hand cupped your amazing bottom? and traced and toured and teased and squeezed?
and could i make you ccccccome if i slid into your underthings and found you moistened and maybe teased you with a tap and slip into your wetness and felt your short hairs with my fingers and circled about, and flick-flick-flicked you (as my teeth now do some teasing of their neck, your graceful shoulder), and felt your rhythm, your wonderful rhythm, and you roll about in my hands, hips circling slowly, your bottom in my hand, my fingers teasing you, almost taunting you, certainly tempting you and ultimately
entering, one, two maybe more, entering, almost exiting, entering again and again and again and again and again and again, et al.
and would i make you come if i did all of this and more?
do tell, do tell.

you inside me inside you

2010-12-09T14:07:00.004-05:00

running errands today, i fell into traffic, my mind dancing about as it does. i found myself following a car with out of state plates. it was from your present home. and in those short seconds my mind waltzed away from the cold interior of my subaru and into its place with you. I could remember your scent, your warm wonderful scent, I could inhale you ever so quickly and so deeply. (and I remembered us parting that time, me with your lotion, which I took to be hotel lotion, but it was this wonderful Paloma lotion of yours, and i spread it over my chest, and it soaked into me as you did, and now did all the more, and i walked around that day reeking of you and loving it.) and today in the car i remembered how i love that place where your neck meets your shoulder, and it welcomes my mouth, how i like kissing you there and you like me kissing you there, how my chin fits so nicely there, and other parts fit so well, too, especially when i am behind you and i can hold you tight against me. and i remembered how much i enjoy feeling you on me. my hands on you. around you. and…and how it feels to be inside you. but even better i remembered what it feels like when you are inside me and i am inside you, because that’s what it feels like when i am inside you, you are deeply inside me. and thankfully, you are able to stay inside me all the longer.
and no, i didn’t ram another car or get a blasting from another car’s horn. i merely escaped from where i was for those few moments with you and you in me, you in me in you.

she !#@^&* me

2010-12-03T11:15:00.004-05:00

she fucked me
softly, hardly, hard, harder, hardest
manually orally bodily (bawdily)

she fucked me
fast and faster and uncontrollably faster still,
and languidly, luxuriously, s l o w l y,
and then s l o w e r and s l o w e r still

she fucked me
here there everywhere
frontwards, backwards and sideways

she fucked me
horizontally
v
e
r
t
i
c
a
l
l
y
every which way

she fucked me
when she wanted, when i wanted
when she needed, when i needed
when there was nothing else

she fucked me
selfishly, narcissistically, egotistically
selflessly, generously, bountifully
often, rarely, sporadically

she fucked me
beautifully, randomly, wretchedly
wantonly, wantingly, willingly
barely, rarely, roundly

she fucked me
under, around, on, in, at, instead of, however, whenever, wherever

and ultimately,
she fucked me
over.

i bet

2010-11-17T16:36:00.003-05:00

i bet you wonder
if
i still want to ravish you
if
i still want to take you places that you rarely go.
if
i still want to feel you as close to me as you have been (which is the closest that anyone had been)
if
i want to circle the clouds (and maybe even, the planets) as we have
(and would today if we could.)

the simple answer is
yes
yes
yes.

her monologue/her requests

2010-11-17T14:33:00.009-05:00

"here's what i want", she whispered to me, not touching, just talking...slowly, very slowly.
"i want you to tease me. i want you to make me want you even more than i do now...that is, if i want you now." (eyes twinkle a bit..i think.)
"i want you to linger over this" (pointing to body part) "and that."(to another)
"i want to feel gooseflesh, my body hairs on end."
"i want you to take your sweet time...make me wetter than i am now, that is, if i'm wet now."
"and all this...before you undress me."
"and when you do, slower still. listen to my breath. how i lose it at times."
"i want to feel you hard against me, wanting to tear your clothes off...but you don't."
"i want to be on the edge."
"teetering on the edge."
"and then..."
"you take me over that edge...with your hands"
"your tongue."
"your mouth."
"i want you to make me implode."
"i want to feel me rolling over me."
"within me."
"i want orgasms unlike any that you've ever given me,"
"or anyone else, for that matter...and that would be quite something."
"i want you to make me need you inside me."
"and then...i want you in me."
"and in me some more."
"and more still after that."
"think you can do that?" she asked.

"yes," i replied. "now? in this taxi?"

here's what

2010-10-26T12:06:00.003-04:00

"here's what i don't like about how you fuck me,"she said postcoitally, us still entwined in each other.
"oh, i thought, "here we go now, i get the 'what you do wrong, what you don't do enough, be kinder, gentler, rougher, harder, get it right or begone diatribe.'"
"what?", i asked.
"nothing, absolutely nothing," she informed me.

how

2010-10-26T11:46:00.002-04:00

"so how should we do this?" i asked (somewhat rhetorically) as we met at the door. and her voiceless answer of mouth to mouth and her famous hand to the rear of my head, other hand to my rear hold made it clear. hard. hard and fast.
and we did. and we stayed up there at the room entrance undressing each other, and way beyond "with the eyes." clothes came off bodies bounced, bumped, breathed into each other. when we hit the floor, legs were akimbo and i was in her without the fore of the play. legs wrapped, teeth engaged, nail marks here, there, all was in play. rugs burns, tongues engaged, saliva swapped, it was fast and furious. fast and furious and hard and fun.
just as we should have done it that day.

today

2010-10-21T15:15:00.003-04:00

i'm imagining pleasuring you. and pleasuring me simultaneously. my image is of having you from behind, your legs, knees tucked in me banging into you, into you, onto you.
and with each push into you, your cunt slides onto my hand and off again i push, you slide onto me, your breathing measurable and deeper with each thrust. my fingers gaining more of you, feeling you wetter and wetter still. my other hand twists and twirls your nipple as i fuck, fuck, fuck, fuckfuck, fuckfuckfuck you. you lower your head onto the pillow for leverage so that you can allow, accept, absorb me. and i push into you wanting (and having) more and more and more of you. i can hear your orgasm approaching, i can feel it and we jam one with the other. it's unclear who's mounting whom and it doesn't matter. what matters is this bodily (bawdily) almost out of body fucking that we sharing, that we're giving each other. how we have each other. and we do. we do, we do we do we do we do each other and more.
we come together.
and we rest together,
and we enjoy each other.

that's all we do.

tonight

2010-09-16T22:55:00.001-04:00

tonight, my mouth wants to taste you. to learn your curves. your sounds. your ins and outs (and outs and ins).
your this and that. and the other.
your hows and wants and whatevers.
tonight, more than my mouth wants that.

watching

2010-08-23T10:21:00.006-04:00

"i want to watch you fuck" she told me. "more accurately, i want to watch you fuck me. or maybe i want to watch me, being fucked by you."
at this point we were in the post-coital state, resting, relaxing, lolling about.
"yes, i'd like to watch you fuck me," she said," that's what i'd like."
so now, i had a project.

up and about, removing the only full-length mirror in my apartment from the rear of the bedroom door. stood it on end, opposite the bed.
"no, too narrow"
so.
i attached wires, removed stuff from walls, hung it, applied wedges to prop to the correct angle for viewing bedside. all the while, she watched, waited, anticipated her fucking, perhaps. finally,
"yes, that'll do. that'll do just fine."
and now, true test time.
and we did. we had at it, each other. mouths here/there, bodies entwined, cock&balls/breasts/cunt/fingers&hands in various places, openings. me into her/her into me, this way, that way, another way. she watched me, herself, both of us.
so did i.
"and?," i queried.
"great show. i'd see it again."
and she did. and i did.
and we did. it all. again.

("like that")

2010-08-09T14:26:00.006-04:00

"put your mouth on me," she insisted, as we broke from a deep, full-mouthed, tongue on tongue kiss.
"isn't it already?"
"other places," she suggested, "put it other places on me, in me."
from there, i toured her ears ("mmm"), her sensual, sinewy clavicle ("mmmmm"), on down to her breast and tawny nipple ("yes, like that.")
after more of this one and that one, all of which was appreciated (vocally.) i traveled down her soft belly, tongue-nuzzled her naval ("yessss"), she liked that, too, her small bucking against my hand told me.
and spread her.
and teased her ("oh, yes.")
and tasted her ("yes, yes, like that.")
and tantalized, tasted, toured, and tongued some more and some more and more
still ("yes, like that, like that, like that, yesss, likethat, likethat,likethat,likethat, likethat, that, that, that, that, yesssss, oooooooh, yessssss, like thaaaaaaaaaaaaaat.")
and i did all that, just like that.

pausing

2010-08-04T16:48:00.003-04:00

it was an odd question at this point in the proceedings, as we were nearly undressed, fully engaged in the deed at hand (me entering her), and had known each other for about three and a half hours, "if i let you fuck me, would you want me forever?"
"well, at the risk of losing a good thing, no, probably not."
"good, then let's fuck. good and long and hard."

ok.

glazing

2010-08-04T10:38:00.002-04:00

"you know," she whispered to me as my eyes glazed over, "that when i hold you like this" (thumb and forefinger tautly encircled around my cock and balls in her palm) "your eyes glaze over."
"ohhhhhhhhhhhhh, i didn't know that."

tickling

2010-08-04T10:26:00.004-04:00

"my intention," i informed her, "is to tickle your pink, until you are fully and absolutely, positively tickled pink."
and do inform me when you are...though i feel that i'll sense it."

rhythms

2010-07-27T11:57:00.004-04:00

today, i imagined us in bed, starting a day, it was simple, not earth shattering. my hands on you, in you, and yours on me, and when we'd pre-played enough, you slid atop me, slid me into you and rode. me. into you. and i matched your rhythm,(me into you, me into you, me into you, meintoyou, meintoyou, meintoyou, intoyou, intoyou, intoyou, you, you, you.)
i matched your movements. your orgasm (with mine.)
it was a wonderful way to start the (in my mind) day.

needs

2010-07-20T17:49:00.004-04:00

"it's not so much that i need you," she informed me. [note: at this point in time her back's against the wall, her (amazing) ass is in my hands and she's wearing far less than she was a few minutes ago.]
"but my cunt needs you. it really, really needs you...now."
needless to say, i filled the need.

crushing hard

2010-07-19T11:51:00.004-04:00

"you know that i'm crushing hard for you, real hard," she whispered into my face, in a break from our mouth to mouth mashing. tongues learning their way around each other's orifice(s). teeth seeking out lips, hands here, there, and wherever.
this break didn't deter her from doing a review of my (to this point) clothed (and unseen) body.
so my favorite sound followed (zippppp, and not by my hands), and i grew weaker in the knees and harder of cock, and from there on out, it was all reflexes, reacting and taking initiative.
man, i love doing that.

night thoughts/day words

2010-07-16T12:57:00.003-04:00

thought of you and your upcoming vacation as i bedded myself last night. wife wasn't stirring, it was me in the moonlight and no one else, for all intents and purposes...and the aforementioned thoughts of you. so…
i took myself off to my nearby bathroom. boxers only. shut the door. leaned up against it. and with those thoughts hardened rather quickly.

it could have been this bathroom, or maybe the one at the lake where you’re visiting, or some hotel bathroom somewhere…preferably one with nice large mirror for self-viewing pleasure. (ours has one, who knows why, came with the house.)

i imagined you leaning back into me, swaying from side to side, your ass teasing me harder and harder still. leaning into me. so that your crack surrounded me, my hands pulled your hips closer, and closer still. your head fell back onto my shoulder and my hands moved northerly into your bedclothes and onto your breasts, fondling, holding, flicking, mouth-moistened fingers touching nipples, barely, barely touching, nipples hardening, hardening, standing tall.

and while you mmm’d your mmmm’s you admired our bodies in the mirror, and slid a hand or two behind you and got manual measurement of my hardness. lowered my boxers a bit and allowed my cock to fall into its comfort between your cheeks. a little movement here and a little movement there goes a long way in such circumstances.

one of my hands slid down, too, your legs spread a bit, enough to allow me, a slow, sensuous (of course) pass between them. two sets of fingernails (mine) grazed thighs (yours). soft, almost silent moans were heard (barely.) grinding into grinding continued.

with a soft tap, tap, tap on your labia, more fun ensued, your gyrations shifted a little, allowing me to think, that perhaps you liked this. and with taps becoming more languid passes between your moistened lower lips, it was clear that you were mine. breath short and getting shorter, my hand did due diligence in rolling, and rollicking in your fur, your flesh, a finger and two slid into you, your clit serviced with great attention, and you roiled into me with your first nearly silent orgasm. mmm’s told me “well done, very well done.” your lovely grinding bottom told me “more, more.”

and we did, with a small turn we faced the mirror, you spread further and i slid into you. one bit at a time, slowly, slowly, slowly entered, into your moist, wet, wanting cunt. and we watched each other fuck each other (anguished smiles looking back at us.) we tried slow, then slower, hands moving from here to there and wherever it pleased you/me/us, we kept sounds to a minimum, as we were acting rather covertly(maybe)then faster and faster still as fucked each other and and fucked and watched ourselves to our mutual O’s and had more and more of each other until we had all that we needed for that moment. that glorious moment.

oh, for that moment.

may i feel

2010-07-07T10:52:00.002-04:00

every day is made better with reading this poem. you agree?

may i feel said he
(i'll squeal said she
just once said he)
it's fun said she

(may i touch said he
how much said she
a lot said he)
why not said she

(let's go said he
not too far said she
what's too far said he
where you are said she)

may i stay said he
(which way said she
like this said he
if you kiss said she

may i move said he
is it love said she)
if you're willing said he
(but you're killing said she

but it's life said he
but your wife said she
now said he)
ow said she

(tiptop said he
don't stop said she
oh no said he)
go slow said she

(cccome?said he
ummm said she)
you're divine!said he
(you are Mine said she)

-ee cummings

breaking in

2010-07-06T10:11:00.003-04:00

"i want to break your heart." she whispered.
we were alone after a long night of not being so, and wondering (hoping) if we'd get to this stage.
"But, i'd settle," her hand unzipping and settling into my trousers, "for some of this...in me."
she easily could have had it both ways...in fact, i'm pretty sure she did.

she spread

2010-06-29T14:56:00.003-04:00

she spread
she spread her legs
she spread her legs for me
she spread her legs
she spread

for me.

summer heat

2010-06-29T13:24:00.005-04:00

it was the end of a long, hot, sticky, exhausting, summer day.
"i'd fuck you if i wasn't so tired," i told her.
"yeah, well, i'd fuck you if i wasn't so dry," she concurred.
"you know, you don't look so tired."
"and no, you don't feel so dry, in fact, moister than a moment ago."
we extended our long, hot, sticky, summer day...into the night.

beating traffic

2010-06-21T17:30:00.007-04:00

"where i want you," read the email, "is between my legs, deep inside me. and quite possibly behind me, my hair wrapped in your hand."
my reply to such her note was, "well, given that i have to wrap up the work i'm doing, pay these bills, drop off the library books due today, get gas, maybe grab a bite (i'm famished), and then fight traffic, i don't see how i can get there in less than 90 minutes, maybe 2 hours."
her response: "too bad, 'cause i'm already moist (at the very least) and that cool piece of chrome that you gave me is in hand."
i made it there in less than 18 minutes and was in her shortly thereafter.

where i want you

2010-06-17T15:03:00.005-04:00

“now,” she informed me, “I have you right where I want you.”
and, by that, she meant here, my back to the wall, my pants to my knees (or lower), my balls in one of her hands and my fully extended cock in the other, and her mouth, her lovely mouth, was one soft breath away from mine.
and that position, me being right where she wanted me, well, the feeling was mutual.
“mmmmm, so you do,” i noted. “and what, pray tell, do you plan to do with me, in this enviable position.”
“whatever I want, dearie, whatever I want,” was her accurate reply. “and if you want more of this you can touch me, when I tell you that you touch me.” immediately my hands removed themselves from outside of her thin silky bra-less blouse, where they’d been doing a reconnaissance mission.
“actually, where they were, what they were doing, is just fine, for now. and my hands dutifully returned.
here’s what she did. what she did was tease me, taunt me, make me want her all the more, if that was possible. i paid strict attention to her task at hand. and how well she manipulated me. i was reminded of a juggler i'd seen. how he controlled three balls in one hand, rolling them, fondling them, twirling them, making them seem almost lucid (maybe), liquid possibly. but what she was doing here, with two balls in her hand was lurid, positively lurid. and i loved it. her other hand squeezed me, slowly, slowly, slowly squeezed me, then stroked once, twice, then waited. she twirled me languidly, like a spoon in batter, and my shoulders leaned hard into the wall, my ass and crotch moving in the opposite direction, eyes firmly shut. my hands maintained their massage of her breasts, tweaking her nipples. with her thumb, she smeared my pre-cum around my head, and a moan escaped. a long, slow, hungry moan.
“yes, I know you like that…and there’s more…more,” she whispered into my mouth. her breath was in me. and i wanted in her. in her. in her. and she stroked me and almost made me come…but not quite. she was holding me and holding me off. and with that, she placed my cock momentarily in her mouth as her hands removed my pants, she did some dynamic tongue work on me and returned my cock to her hand. and then, cock in hand, she led to the sofa, shoved me onto it. and following a hurried but delectable strip, she put me in her, and moved. oh, how she moved and moved some more. and for the next however long, we did the horizontal mambo on the sofa, the floor, and later, again in the bed.
and that whole me being right where she wanted me.well, for me that was the takeaway memory of that delightful day. and still is.

need

2010-06-03T17:15:00.002-04:00

"this is what i need, she informed me.
"i need to be fucked, royally, loyally and boyally. and you're just the one to do it. so let's get started. and with that, do know that i'm not seeking conversation, or flirting, or fond farewells. just a good boring. got it?"
i got it, as did we both.

sofa spread

2010-05-26T17:44:00.004-04:00

she likes to lay back over the arm of the sofa. she likes that. she likes it even better, when i am there, too, on my knees, between her spread knees. she likes it when her legs are over my shoulders and my arms encircle them, reach around and massage her breasts, tickle her nipples, flick them, pinch them. she likes it all the more when my tongue does its dance of dances on her clit, her mons, her magic land.
she likes it (a whole lot) when my tongue teases her pucker, swoops in, and in again (and again) for a big taste of all that is her. and she loves it when i tease, taste, tongue her all the way to her O. her loud, rambunctious, writhing OOOOO.
she likes that a lot. a whole lot.

elust #12

2010-04-30T17:54:00.002-04:00

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going/doing

2010-04-28T14:32:00.003-04:00

we'd agreed to meet at this grand party and did just that. after our circling about in opposite directions doing the must-do socializing, we settled in with each other.
tonight, it appeared, we were bypassing the usual social acknowledgements.
"mmm, i'd do you," she offered as her opening salvo, her hand tugging on my tie, her lips near my ear.
"ah, but you have, you have indeed."
"no, i mean, i'd do you now. and i've just the place."
she led/i followed.
and yes, she did me.
in fact, she did me a lot of good.

musing/not asking

2010-04-14T11:48:00.002-04:00

since you are probably lolling about as the lady of leisure that you are, i thought i'd stop by and say hello and tell you what's happening in my little world, and there are some minor new things. i thought that i wouldn't ask you anything too personal like do you like it when a man lusts after you and finds you particularly appealing, even tasty, perhaps. and it would be improper to ask how you like those early exchanges: those early timid, almost kisses, or maybe later when the kisses are more forceful and tastes are being exchanged is it prying to ask if you find it lust-provoking when his hands move from your back to your backside, and then if he so forward that his hands move forward and tease you between your knees. and my guess (though it is none of my business) is that fingertips along your thighs are welcome, at times, at that moment possibly. and kisses down your neck and hands sliding here and there and crotch leaning and rolling into crotch might have a certain appeal at such a time, and again, i wouldn't ask if you like this, that would be gauche.
and if you found yourself on your back, for our purposes here, let's say in a chaise longue (or whatever you might call it, where you live) and he's there between your knees and you in those sensational boots with your lovely bottom barely touching the texture, and in time, he's raising your skirt and a bit later he's removing those marvelous, now dampened underthings that you so wisely purchased (he's been waiting, of course, to commend you on your impeccable taste in undergarments.) now is this something that spins your world faster? of course, my sense of common courtesy prevents me from asking so forward a question. and if this very forward gentleman (certainly not yours truly) has the audacity to draw a tongue line from your boot tops to your thighs to your nether regions, your now wetlands, and fingers are fondling and teasing, now certainly inquiring minds would wonder at your responses, but it would be impolitic to ask. and, if in time, he, with your capable assistance, found himself pants-less and wondering/wanting/needing to know how it feels to be in you would there be any chance that he might discover just that? but such rude and crude questions (and thoughts) would be impropriety, therefore i wouldn't offer such a query. and clearly my sense of decorum prevents me from asking if and when you are both satisfyingly sated, do you hold him in your arms and relax and give thanks for this lovely encounter on this pleasant day.
you know, just wondering, am i.

make it memorable

2010-04-05T12:34:00.000-04:00

that's what she met me at the door with, those words, that command: "make it memorable." she greeted me with that and her lovely camisole that went to just below the curve of her delectable ass which was, at that moment, fully clothed. and my hands did the blindman's view of her backside, my lips met hers, first tentatively, then softer, then firmer, then open, then tongues teased. then...dams burst and we proceeded to go beyond the season of teasing that we had afforded each other.
as fellow waitress/waiter in this coastal resort town, over the summer we had exchanged glances/flitted about each other/flirted as the season wore on, went with the waitstaff gang and had post-shift drinks, talked about how we got here, what was next or what was planned to be next, shared wishes and thoughts and complaints about busloads of tourists and/or some who didn't share the common courtesies that we felt were due us. we told each (a bit) about the guy/gal that was waiting elsewhere, about what we wanted, what moved us.
and tonight, tonight was the season wrap party and we knew that each other was foremost on each others mind and, presently in each others arms. and we were learning what happens when my hand slides under her clothing and feels the bumpbumpsbumps of her backbone and what her breath sounds like when she draws it in as my teeth slide into her shoulder. and how the curve at the top her ass is just as lovely as i had anticipated it would be, and i had given that a significant amount of thought. and how free she was to explore me and mine. my face in her hands, holding my face as she kissed me, which was all for the good, because my puddle capability was vacillating with every moment, and i hardened with some touches and wanted to curl up into her with others. and in time we made our way to fully (or fully enough) unclothed. and her breasts, belly, thoroughly marvelous hipline and many other lines did not escape unkissed or unattended. i learned what she tasted like (a salty, glistening taste, somehow) and she tasted me. and we tasted each other on each other. and we fucked hard and long until i was soft and slow. and slowly we returned to hard and slow and then tried another method and manner. and, in time, agreed it was a fitting way to end a good season, and they was no value in the what if we had learned the wonders of conjoining earlier, because what we had was this night and dammit was it getting light already and yes, i know you have to get on the road today. time to get to home, then college again. yes i remember that. and i may not remember every bit about her, i remember many of her parts, the dark eyes, small mouth, perfect ass, wonderful curve of her hip and her dark wild pubes, and i remember her moans. and her laugh. she had a great laugh.

pining for pinning

2010-03-31T10:22:00.004-04:00

she likes being pinned by me, my arms holding hers down, her wrists in my grip. my legs allowing her no movement; my thighs spread her, a bit at a time. my cock teasing. sliding along her clit, up down up down up down. again and again. and i slide down further. my cock feels her moistened cunt and dances a little dance almost as if saying, "yes, i'm coming in, when i'm good and ready. and i know i feel ready to you. but not quite yet." and a few more twirls and swirls about, while our lips and mouths lock and load for more. teeth clicking, tongues tangoing. every part of us getting harder and harder still.
and then, my cock enters, slowly. slowly. slowly. and she absorbs me in, and in some more. and then it's off to the races, it hard and fast and faster and harder. "yes, fuck me hard, fuck me hard" she coerces, "yes, yes, yes, yesyyesyyesyesssss."
and she and i come and whether it's synchronized doesn't matter. what matters is that we come and come some more. and we do. and we do some more.

watch

2010-03-30T17:05:00.002-04:00

"watch" she said. "watch me come."
and she she started with two of her fingers rubbing herself, lubricating herself for me. her eyes locked on mine.
in time, her mouth met mine. tongues fencing/eyes wide open. my hands teased her nipples taut, teased her belly, then met her hands, her motions were transferred to me, fingers entered her, a variety of sounds were emitted from her mouth, her body. and in time, i entered her, more sounds, different sounds, eyes locked on each throughout.
i watched her come. again and again.

ch-ch-ch-changes

2010-03-19T14:10:00.002-04:00

my mouth was dry, my cock was soft, my mood was low. and with her arrival, she changed all that. it took some doing, but she changed all that, and not necessarily in that order.

remarking

2010-03-10T09:42:00.003-05:00

we agreed to meet for coffee. at one point she nonchalantly remarked, "it's been too long since your displaced pubic hairs irritated my throat...and vice versa, i presume."
in those simple words, she nailed it...and later that same day, i did the same to her.

eLust-rious 6

2010-01-27T15:11:00.004-05:00

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now, she said

2010-01-21T14:57:00.006-05:00

"now", she said, "we're going to change it up, slow it down."
we'd been doing anything but slow up until now. we met at the door, she had me up against in the door in seconds flat, lips to lips, teeth to teeth, reverse the position, me on her, us short on breath, hands searching, groping, teeth on flesh, hands entangled in hair, clothing being removed, nipples fondled/pinched/licked, knees to the floor, teasing fingers, hands on organs, mouths follow, all that good old hungry, pent-up stuff.
eventually, we did get to the bed, and tried new things, that we were doing now.
i hadn't entered her, actually was in the process at that immediate point in time. me with feet on the floor and she (on the bed)on her back, with legs akimbo(i.e.over my shoulders.) ah, i liked the sight, looking down her thighs to belly, her curly bush, her ass in my hands. she was damp, moist, and beyond, what with her juices, my tongue and mouth fluids all mixed together. adding to that a nice bit of lube, it was a veritable celebration of wetness. and now, she said...
"now...we slow it down."
and i did.
i entered her as slowly as i could bit by bit. i felt her cunt take me, squeeze me, want me, want me in. but we moved slowly...slower...and slower still.
we were locked in. eyes on eyes, her hands over mine on her ass. i entered a bit and she'd "uhhhh, ahhhh" and i could feel her cunt grab me all the more (gotta love those kegels.)
i slid her further onto the bed, so my knees could get a purchase, all the while just adding a bit more of me into her.
"yes, yes, yes," she concurred.
i loved her voice, her hunger, her sex. i wanted it all. and at that moment i had it all. she reached up pinched my nipple and i almost lost it and went in for the big plunge.
but i didn't.
i gave it a bit more, she took a bit more.
it made me feel strong...and wanted...and very, very sexual.
we went mouth to mouth, i released her legs and attached them to my back and she gave me the softest, warmest "aaahhhh, oooohhhh," that i'd ever heard.
and i didn't have a whole lot of cock left for the giving, but we found more.
and now fully in her, i moved, just the slightest amount. and we were still locked, gaze into gaze, smiles at the corners.
"mmmmmmm, this is just what i wanted, just like i planned it."
(planned it?)"yeah, i love this slo-mo loving. you been reading about this?
" yes, reading, and waiting and wanting", as i thrust a bit and she squeezed a bit and a little bit more. "oohhhhhh, ooooohhhh," and i knew she was close, me: the slo-mo made me longer, stronger, fine with me.
her eyes now shut, the smile a bit more, head back, i raised her ass a bit more, jiggled me into her a bit and she moaned the moan that i wanted, "ahhhhhhh, yesssss, yesssssssss, ahhhhh, yesssss." and she came and came, "ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhhhhhhhhh."
"i do love it slow, just as i thought i would," she informed me (needlessly.)
and we tried another position at another pace. and she liked that, too.
and another (or more) later. and she liked those too.
and she was not alone in any of that. not at all.

slip sliding away

2010-01-11T15:09:00.008-05:00

we'd slipped away, not the first time nor the last. it's the illicit thing, heightens the need, want and passion and decreases the afterplay...by a long shot. in this instance she was spooning into me in this spare bedroom while all the other dinner guests were doing what they should, chatting, behaving properly, all that good stuff and we were doing what needed doing...each other. and at this point in time, my hands were maintaining a fully body search of her, and liking what they found, nipples erect under a (now unfastened) silky, lovely black bra, her skirt bunched around her waist and her matching (of course) lovely silky culottes halfway to her knees, my mouth further ensuring that her neck was receiving all the attention that it rightfully deserved. her backside ground into me as my frontside matched her motion and my hand tapped then encircled and flicked and rubbed and all-around pleasured the fruit of her loins. and (this is what i really liked) her hand over mine guided/followed me, hands almost entwined but more of soft hold me, hold me like this kind of thought as i felt her moisten and moisten more and she increased her grind of the night and she leaned fully me with a great orgasmic release. we waited for breaths to catch up, and for the proper re-positioning of the clothing, a few deep warm kisses and then back to fete, proper pals that we were.

viewing/wanting

2010-01-05T15:45:00.003-05:00

she was doing this more and more now that we were no longer doing it (she'd gotten back with the ex that she/we had cuckolded.)
she sidled up in front of me in the isolated museum gallery, gazing into the painting of a nude, as i was. she leaned back, so i could get a good whiff of her.
she: i remember when you took me in like that.
me: do you?
she: yes, couldn't get enough of me, could you?
me: still can't. none at all, in fact.
she: well, you were slow on the uptake and i needed taking, or perhaps taking care of, at least on a more regular basis.
me: i'd take you now if i could.
she: would you? how?
me slipping a hand round her belt, knuckles into her back. now her backside met my frontside, with nothing but clothing between us.
me: well, i am drawing this wonderful image of you on that bench, leg akimbo, my head nestled between them.
she: yes, i can imagine how that has appeal.
me: yes, me there, licking you stem to stern, you taking in the art, me taking in you.
she: yes, that has great appeal.
me: and then, when you've had enough of my tongue and its service, i'd share more of me with you. me entering you in this gallery as you view the work, i work on you.
she: that would make me a voyeur and an exhibition, eh?
me: or more likely a voyeur and an exhibitionist, i think.
she: yes, maybe some of that, too.
me: would you like to strike a pose for and with me, perhaps?
she: perhaps. perhaps, indeed. but alas and alack, this may not be the time.
me: perhaps? may not? you lead me on?
she: perhaps. perhaps, indeed.

dreamlike

2009-12-14T15:00:00.006-05:00

i dreamt that she met me at the door, and she didn't allow me any further in than just inside, where she proceeded to use some of her many seductive qualities which included long fingernails that wove their way through my hair, and lips that caused me to go soft in the knees and hard elsewhere and she teased and toyed with me as her tongue tied me up in knots, and those hands loosened then lowered my trousers, and i was one with the wall and she was on her way kneeward and i was on my way heavenward and i was in her (mouth) and i was hers, and she was mine, and please tell me that i wasn't dreaming.

public/private

2009-12-04T09:31:00.004-05:00

she developed this disarming habit (no, that's too strong a word) affectation, (maybe, probably not), proclivity or tendency (yeah, that's better.) she developed this proclivity (or tendency) of brushing up against me in social situations, of letting me know that she liked her body with my body. and we were a not-for-public couple who loved coupling. at parties, gallery openings, dinners, or just out with others. she'd find a way to pass her hand, arm maybe, sometimes her lovely ass up against my regions where i wanted her most. i'd get half-hard thinking about at times, wondering when she'd find a way to tease me in this private/public manner, and when she did, i was filling my trousers quickly. i found ways to camouflage my rigidity but let her know about it. she often pretended like she wasn't leaning into me, or she smiled only with her eyes, or she flat-out smirked. any way she did it, she had me.
no one else knew about us, how much we wanted each other, how much we enjoyed each other, how well we fucked each other. all thought we were pals like the others, we had our steadies and it was not each other. but we wanted/enjoyed/fucked as often as the opportunities allowed. and it was often.

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2009-12-01T11:23:00.003-05:00

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marks she left

2009-11-14T10:23:00.003-05:00

the first was on the back of my thigh after she wrapped her sumptuous legs with those alluring, sharp heels drew lines along me. ah the view: as her legs slid down mine, her skirt slid up, my hands leading the way.
my shoulders still held a semblance of her teeth marks (oh, do stay a bit, i want it here longer.)
and her hands (ahh, those nails) left trails here, there and nearly everywhere. my back reminded me of rural road maps that i'd seen. i remembered every path that she drew, every breath that she took, every moan that escaped her mouth. her mouth, her mouth, her mouth.
as for hers, by now my hand marks have long since faded but my memories of her haven't.

crawling

2009-10-22T21:30:00.004-04:00

she crawled into my bed, emotionally beaten from her last go-round, and she found a place to nestle. she crawled over my body and onto my cock and found a place to please herself (and me.) she crawled (somehow) into my brain and reactivated that gray matter in a manner it hadn't seen or known for a long, long time...maybe ever. and quite possibly, she crawled in there and nestled so snugly/smugly and upset all the neurons, electrons and such things that if you didn't know better, you'd say she crawled into my heart. but hey, we know better, don't we?

mouthing

2009-10-16T15:51:00.003-04:00

she took her mouth off my cock and told me, "i want you. i want you to fuck me. i want you to fuck me now."
i did.
it was time very well spent. and spent was i.

today

2009-09-03T10:17:00.003-04:00

today, i drive around on my errand run and view all the spaghetti strapped, sunglassed women out for their morning hike about town, getting their daily dose of light exercise, maintaining their many wonderful forms. and i take in tan lines, well-shaped bottoms and am reminded of how much i want to feel the hyper-sexuality of younger years. i try to remember/imagine how wonderful it feels to have this woman, standing in front of me, leaning back into me, my lips doing their line dance down her neck, along her clavicle, my moustache and teeth joining in the soft touches, moving that strap to allow me more skin, more skin to kiss and coddle.
how my hands roam from belly to breasts, from hip to thigh to twixt the legs. yes remembering the slow acquiescing grind of her hips, her ass against me and mine. me getting harder, fitting into the crack of her sumptuous ass. remember the sounds she makes when one hand taps outside of her clit, clit, clit as the my other hand tweaks her nip. nip. nip.
try to remember how these tender, heat-bearing moments are a precursor of more and more to come, and are in and of themselves all that i need to feel the sexuality that i want this moment, today.

tongue touch

2009-08-10T14:44:00.009-04:00

it's her tongue. no, it was her tongue and her hands.
that's the big takeaway memory from that day. and she told me it would be. "you won't believe the things that i can do to you." she whispered to me at the party. " and i will, believe you me, i will."
and she did, believe you me, she did.
it started with her tongue well-placed in my ear, doing the "my, what do we have here?" investigation and all the hairs on my body stood and took notice. her fingers unbuttoning me and her tongue in a slow, slow, slow follow-up (teasing my nipples, tugging my chest hair, dragging her nails) made me shiver. her hands front and center on my zippered region made other parts of me stand even taller. and her languid manner of unzipping me made the want (and need) all the more urgent. meanwhile, her tongue circled my navel yard and found a good place to dock temporarily. her hands lowered my trousers and become very familiar with my backside with my underwear still awaiting displacement. and removing my aforementioned underwear with her teeth...nice touch (or lack thereof.)
it was all good. all very, very good.
her hands treated my ass as i would imagine a sculptor shaping a vessel, kneading me, learning and admiring the curve. her mouth and tongue made certain that all else was as it should be. she teased me a flick here and there, had a taste of my testes and made me want to be in her, soon, very soon. her tongue along the vein of my cock nearly brought me over the top and she knew how to reel me in, delay my full pleasure, all the while pleasing herself (based on her sounds.) and when she took me in her mouth, all i remember is that it was all new, all of that moment. how she took me in a bit, and sucked hard, and flicked at me. and tooooook me in a bit more. and her tongue moved on the underside of my cock. and i imagine that my eyes rolled back, for i don't really know what else was happening, except that i was going deeper into her and she deeper onto me. and she found a way to delay me still and make me want more and allowed me to get more. and it was great, all great. and when i exploded into her it was all of me focused on my cock, and her mouth, my cock in her mouth, that was the be-all and end-all of that moment, me into her, me into her.
we went on to do other things, many other things, and i took pleasure in bringing her extreme pleasure...
but her tongue. her tongue and her hands. that, yes that, i remember well.
very, very well.

simple/major

2009-07-28T09:46:00.002-04:00

it was a quiet moment, nothing earth-shattering. we waited in line for a table at the restaurant, loose summer clothing, sun slowly fading, late day fatigue setting in, and she leaned into me, her head on my shoulder, her breast at my side, she slipped a hand into the rear pocket of my trousers, felt the curve of my ass, and, in that simple action, the earth slipped a bit on its axis, and i was all the better for it.

not today

2009-07-09T13:00:00.002-04:00

it’s not today that i need you. that i need to touch, kiss, smell, graze, absorb, fill you.
it may have been yesterday, and almost certainly will be tomorrow, or the day after that. and on that day i will need you, want you, have to have you…and i won’t.

enjoying

2009-06-22T13:03:00.010-04:00

i can tell that she's enjoying this. it's the not so subtle signals that i pick up on: like her moans, and her hands combing through my hair, grabbing handfuls on occasion. how she backs her shoulders to the wall and her crotch into my face. and the remarks, "yes, yes, oh yes" are telling. also, the ease with which she allowed me to remove her pants, not so slowly but allowing my lips to follow along her thighs, and how my nails dig in and her undies slide, down, down, down to the floor, and she steps out of them, and i remove them, toss them across the hotel room (not unlike how returning celebrating soldiers used to rid themselves of their caps), and her guttural utterances tell me that she approves of my tongue celebrating her nakedness or partial nudity, as i've only bothered to unbutton her above her trousers and unclasp her well-planned front-clasped bra, wherein i celebrate its contents, with hands, tongue, teeth and observing (by touch) the (seemingly) traditional hardening of the nipples and vocalizations that result. and how they deepen as i spread her legs and taste more of her.
ahhh, music to my ears.
and when i take her hand and insert two of her fingers into her, and slide them in and out, in and out, in and out, and then remove them, replace them with mine and and slowly suck her fingers into my mouth and savor the taste of her on her and into me. this i know she is enjoying. her moans tell me this, too.
and when she slides down to the floor and meets me there for our next round of bodily entanglements and murmurs, "fuck me, fuck me now, please."
well, being the gentleman that i am, i do just that to her (and more), and she does that to me. and we do that to each other for a good long time, until we decide that there are other places in this room to continue this pleasure.
but, meanwhile, all is good here on the floor of room 1506, rug burns and all.
and she (and i) enjoy it all. all the not so subtle signals inform me.

mine/yours

2009-06-10T12:00:00.003-04:00

"today", she murmured into my ear as she squeezed my cock and felt grow and grow some more,"this is mine".
"um..ok."
"and...i'll let you know when i'm done with it."
she did many things with it, she made it hard and harder and harder still. she lubricated it, lathered it, sucked it, fucked this way, that way and other ways. she gave it the proverbial global tour.
then she was done with it.
it (i) deserved and welcomed the attention.

want/need

2009-06-04T13:20:00.004-04:00

she said she needed it now. we were fucking, or more accurately, we were on our way to fucking, we were almost fucking. we had done so many times. no strings attached, and it was all good, good kissing, groping, lusting, good fucking, good fun, good booze, good post-fucking collapse naps.
but when she said she needed it now, it wasn't enough. i wanted her to say she wanted me now, or needed me now, or had to have me now. not it.
and that when it started to slip away. it did then in bits and starts, and that was the initial bit, the initial start.
i wanted her to want me...not it.

enough

2009-05-22T00:24:00.002-04:00

scene: an art gallery opening
characters: me, gallery director; her, the femme fatale; and many others.
things are going well, some art selling, people gabbing, drinking, flirting, making the scene, enjoying seeing and being seen.
me: working the room, making it all work. she: likewise but with different purposes in mind.
in time we meet. she to me, "you cannot fuck me enough tonight."
me, "well, i'd settle on getting pretty close."
in fact, we did better than that. "yes," she later admitted, laughingly, "that was enough. barely, but it was enough."
at times, faint praise will do. it will do just fine.

posted

2009-04-29T14:21:00.005-04:00

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.

imagining/sounds

2009-04-21T15:05:00.006-04:00

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).

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2009-04-17T09:22:00.002-04:00

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she knows

2009-04-15T13:57:00.007-04:00

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.

Roman hands

2009-04-03T09:53:00.003-04:00

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?)

ah, those heels

2009-03-31T11:24:00.004-04:00

i loved her in those heels. it wasn't that i didn't love her without them, but in those heels, be still my loins (but only if need be.)
what i loved was the gorgeous line that it gave to her calves, which i yearned to trace (with hands/tongue/teeth) from ankles to beyond, way beyond. and i did.
and what i especially loved was the curve of their soles, where heels met soles, and how they fit so perfectly in the web of my hands when i spread her legs, held them aloft, and entered her...fucking her, fucking her, and fucking her some more.

do me, do me, do

2009-03-27T11:11:00.004-04:00

i know i'm not her be-all and end-all. perhaps it's those subtle hints that she drops. when we last met at the door, quickly against the wall, me on her, her nails already digging through my soon to be removed clothes, my lips/teeth/tongue on her ear/neck/shoulder, she whispered to me, "ah, my favorite fuck-toy", while grinding her privates against mine. (i'm a quick study that way.) and that's fine with me, i like what i give and what i get. she uses me as her toy (and i provide some additional ones) and i ensure and assure that we reach mutually blissful orgasms as often as we are able. at times, i may want more, but that's not the point, the point is that those times, the wanting and having and enjoying those moments is what we have. she can do with me what she will and i'll return the favor(s).

touch/remember

2009-03-23T11:23:00.002-04:00

i touch/hold/stroke myself (often) to remind myself of what your touch/fondling/stroking/sucking/fucking/cuddling feels like.
and i don't come remotely close to those feelings.
bring it, please bring it.

so you say

2009-03-11T10:48:00.003-04:00

you told me that you'd seen enough, touched enough, felt enough, fucked and sucked enough, wanted enough (maybe more, maybe too much), and now it was time to go back to the real world.
for now, you no longer needed me (but, perhaps, wanted more.)

observation

2009-03-10T12:02:00.004-04:00

i could stand in front of this window and take in the sights for a long, long time. yes, it'd be fine to stand here naked watching the traffic flow here and there as i am. as we are, in this moment, in this place. and it's all the better observing with your back leaning into my front as it is. it's a pleasure to watch others jetting off, flitting about their business, as we loll about, your ass serving as the ideal fulcrum for my cock, nestling it there ever so delightfully. yes, we watch, saying little, us feeling me hard (as we both do). we survey the scenery, my hand grazing all about you, doing a seemingly braille review of every curve of yours. our small verbal acknowledgments of touches that please us serve as our soundtrack. my hands slowly move all about you, yours in firm grasp of my ass, holding me tight against you, with small rolling thrusts, all of this will lead to more, and more still. we here in our slow motion taking it all in, them at full speed going about all that they have to. we're doing exactly what we need to. today. this moment. in this room.

moonbound

2009-03-04T14:11:00.002-05:00

she said she'd take me to the moon,
and she did.
cock in hand, i re-live the trip.
often.

a thought or two

2009-02-27T10:43:00.004-05:00

this was supposed to be a simple ode to a passing notion that it would be grand if you popped over, gave me a nice kiss saying "hello, looks like you're working away, is it going well?" no lust no big grand moments on the floor or elsewhere.
but i got to thinking that the one kiss wouldn't satisfy you (or me.) how you might pass your hand over my chest, feel me tighten up, harden, especially as your kisses pass about my neck to that magical spot where neck meets back, one hand unbuttoning, then unzipping me, you paying full attention to me, me paying scant attention to the previous task at hand. and when next our mouths meet, you're sitting astride me, skirt raised, underwear (yours and mine) has been removed and you're grinding against my cock which is centered on your vortex, and your ass is so well placed in my hands, my head thrown back, yours too, and we're slipping into where we go so often. and soon i'm inside you, and this note, this thought has gone so far beyond that first simple kiss, how are you, how's your work going moment. and we're thrusting, grasping, panting, wanting more, and getting more, all of each other that we need that moment.
and later we'll return to our everyday needs and must-dos, but for now nothing matters more than this moment, this orgasm.

one words

2009-02-23T12:36:00.008-05:00

"i want to explore you", i informed her.
"oh?"
"yes, come with me."
"okay"
(push, shut, click)
i've wanted you for so long"
"really?"
and now i'll have you...for now."
(kiss, lick, nuzzle)
"mmm"
"you're stunning. you get me there."
"likewise"
"i want every bit of you."
"take"
"i need to taste you, to have you in my mouth."
"taste"
(lick, tease, touch)
"oh"
"oh"
"oh"
"i want in you, i need to feel in you."
"do"
(spin, rub, spread, enter)
"oh, you're superb. you're velvet."
"mmm"
"oh, come with me, come with me."
"yes"
"yes"
"yes"
"yes"
"yes"
"oh, you are extraordinary."
"thanks"
"oh babe, we need to be together, to have each other all the time."
(smile)
"maybe"
"i've wanted you so long and now i need you more, more, more."
(smile, softer)
"bye"
(click, shut)
"bye."

chaired

2009-02-19T11:18:00.001-05:00

we met at my house, not a common occurrence. this was usually our venue for social gatherings, neither free for the other. smiles, maybe a secretive touch, but above board by and large.
today, that wasn't the plan. we were free of others, the day was ours.
i tossed aside her coat in short order and as expected, it was mouth to mouth, hands (hers) to bottom (mine), hands (mine) to breasts (hers) and variations that followed. lips, teeth on neck, a rather full body search, you know the drill. she'd had the good sense to wear a delightfully short skirt and buttoned (soon to be unbuttoned) blouse that allowed for easy access (thank you, dear.)in time, we broke the clinch and i redeveloped my host mentality and offered, "coffee? or some such thing?"
"yes, some such thing might work, thanks."
i prepared drinks for us she sat in the tall-backed dining chair that overlooks our well-windowed but private back yard,as i had hoped/schemed that she would. i has set about various items (neckties, a handsome box, scissors, a fragrant oil) on the table that drew a comment.
"dressing for the day?" she asked.
i approached from behind, delivering her drink, and began an oral review of her neck and shoulders, kisses, nips, tongue-tracing of the clavicle, all that good stuff, allowing my hands to meander, here, there. her neck fit smoothly in the back of the chair and she appeared to be fully comfortable.
"the cravats?, yes, i have plans for these", i murmured.
i selected the patterned one, a narrower one, and knotted it around one of her wrists, and pulling the other arm back firmly tying that to the other, positioning her arms behind the back of the chair.
"oh, oh, an unexpected use," said she. "i quite approve."
i thought you would might, but you have little to say about what i do, here, today."
"oh?"
yes, oh. today's it's mine, but your enjoyment is the plan."
i began with a not-so-quick frisking. in fact, it was downright slow, teasingly, slow...and thorough. i ensured that all curves were truly curves,and enjoyed every one of them. fingers, lips, tongue: all reviewed all. all was becoming apparent. blouse unbuttoned revealing a lovely camisole and skirt well-raised (delightful panties) by this time. the view was enchanting.
i sensed that my hunger was evident via my eyes as was hers.
on to another accoutrement. the scissors were removed from the table (and this may have been my favorite part) with a little snip at the base of the camisole, i ripped a slow tear from bottom to top a slow bit at a time, tear an inch, hear her breath intake, kiss a bit, more heavy breaths, tear an inch, hear her breath intake, kiss a bit, more heavy breaths and on, until i had rended the fabric from bottom to top all the while giving it my full ongoing appraisement. her foresight in dressing bra-less saved that article of clothing. and with my next move, i added the second necktie to the mix (a solid colored one), using it as a makeshift blindfold. but just prior to her cover-up, i displayed the contents of the handsome box. it was a well-shaped steel shaft that awaited her. her sighs hinted of her acquiescence.
her breasts received my full and rapt attention, licking, teasing, kneading, as my paws meandered from her feet to calves to knees to thighs and on to their meeting point. and that tease began in full. my face slid down between her legs and i breathed through her dainty drawers.
once again the scissors came into play, with a teasing snip-snip-snip into the air, she sensed that more clothing was being given up for the cause. the knickers lost their center point with one deft tug and snip (and one large breathy intake). though they made a smart belt, they were short for this role, and with one more snip they were gone altogether. now tongue, fingers and aforementioned steel probe could probe onward. placing the steel wand on her belly for its cold shock value (dastardly!) and then dousing it with massage oil was too good to pass up, so it was done. the oil dripped down to meet her juices. my tongue met them at the pass and the wand did its magic. slowly teasingly, i opened layers of her using this and all of my senses, save voice, this was all done silently. it was about feeling and hearing her. she orgasmed quickly, then slowly, then again and possible again after that. i paid rapt attention to all of her and delighted in her response to my every touch and taste.
eventually, she asked for a break, but not before becoming well-sated and displaying an uncanny ability to enjoy being taken.
"there's more," i whispered in her ear. i removed the tie about her hands and carried her to the nearby sofa. and placing her face down on the sofa, we undertook a position that our friends might easily have detected as "wheelbarrow" had we been playing a parlor game of charades. and i drove that wheelbarrow to its full destination. oh, how i drove.
having all that we wanted and needed of each other, we parted that day full of each other. and my (and her) view of that room changed forevermore.

read me/tell me

2009-02-04T21:02:00.008-05:00

she tells me that she touches herself when she reads my words (on the screen not the page.) i love being told that. she reads my words and she imagines that i am doing all those things that i write, that i'm doing them to her at that moment. her hand slips into her silk and she feels herself grow moister and she knows what my mouth tastes like, the attention that my tongue will pay to her wants, how my hands will venture over every little bit of her and coax out sounds that she hasn't made in too long. she remembers/imagines/wants to feel the strength that i bring to her body. she wants to be taken now and she wants me to take her. my words ease her way to her self-pleasuring orgasms. she tells me all this.
and her words stay with me. and later, after her words bounce around in my head all day, it's her words and her thoughts that lead me to my own self-pleasuring.
and yes, i am thinking of her, her words as i come to my own blissful O.

sheer, here

2009-02-04T16:18:00.009-05:00

she planned it all. and she did that all very well.
"i'll be getting in late morning, and leave a key at the front desk for you. see you at 1, punctually."
i admit to being neurotically punctual. i was all the more so that day.
i admitted myself to the room, a quiet, corner one, just like we like.
i entered, lights were low, music on. very inviting.
it took me awhile to find my bearings. and then i noticed a statue-like (not statuesque, she's rather petite) form in the corner of the room, sheltered by the sheer curtain. she stood there, stock still, in lovely undergarments (of course). i sat on the edge of the bed, taking it in, removing shoes, socks, and more.
i approached the form in my undergarments and began a search through the sheer. the feel of satin and skin does change with yet another thin layer. it allows the tactile sense to seek more, want more.
i learned that with a frisk here, a feel there, fingers tickling this and that, face doing an up-against meander down her torso, that even the most sedentary of statues can come to life.
and that she did. she came to life: hers, mine, ours.

listening/feeling

2009-01-26T10:22:00.002-05:00

i yearn to hear your almost silent post-coital breath and feel the relaxation slip back into you.

Sugasm 157

2009-01-26T09:40:00.004-05:00

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switch

2009-01-21T16:11:00.004-05:00

this feels foreign, our positions are switched.
today, we stand facing the mirror and her eyes peek over my shoulder. i, me, myself am full frame in the mirror, but those are most certainly not my hands exploring my body. i watch these magic fingers (seemingly sans body) undress me bit by bit, button by button, tweaking my nipples, carving their way about my torso. i'm on cruise control, my hands grab her ass and hold her tight to mine, and she grinds, she grinds, oh oh, she grinds me.
she's doing the full exterior braille view of my trousers, and i approve, oh, do i approve. shirt is removed, belt is unbuckled, and the zip is unzipped, very, very slowly (she's the devil, that must it, she's the devil.) her hands trace their way around my underwear,and i'm thankful that i wore the tight ones, today, because this is too delicious for words, her hands meandering here, pausing there, teasing here. i watch myself being revealed to myself (guys don't do this full mirror viewing much, you know. at least, this guy doesn't.) i am having the time of my life, her nails here, her lips there, teeth grazing here and all of her is taking me in, all of her is taking me in. my shorts slide down, her hands on me, her body tight against mine. i want to erupt, but i don't want to, not yet, this can go on for a long, long, long time.
the games have begun, let the games continue.

last chance

2008-12-31T10:15:00.004-05:00

it's my last chance this year to tell how i wish you were here today. how i yearn to touch you and not just me.
how if you were, i'd bend you over this sofa arm (face down), and ensure that you are moistened, wet, slick with wanting me. how i'd use that sleek steel tool that i gave you to make certain that you wanted me in you. one last time this year, that i'd remind you how my tongue wants you and would confirm what my hands had told me, that you wanted parts of me, like the aforementioned tongue, in you. how you welcome my fingers spreading and encircling you with a flick here and squeeze there.
one final time (this year) for me to spread your legs and enter, drive/drive/drive you. and hold you down and come in you, in you, in you.
one last time on this calendar to mark a day when i lubed your backside and entered your ass slowly, slowly, slowly, then not so slowly as i rode you to this last climax, to the climax of 08.
and don't think that i won't remind you of all this and more in '09

renew me

2008-12-29T10:08:00.003-05:00

a holidays back, we got together again. it had been a very stressful time in my life, and i didn't know top from bottom.
we met in a hotel room, a big white bed, which was pretty much all the accoutrement that we sought. we exchanged deep kisses, how are you's and she asked, "what can i do for you?"
"strip me, and you, and lie on my back."
she did all of that, she removed my clothing, i watched, then hers, i watched some more. i rolled onto my front and slowly she stretched her small frame onto mine. starting at my feet, her hands made their way up my legs, rubbing here, squeezing there, awakening my skin, her nipples grazed their way along, i could feel them along the curve of my ass following her hands and they re-introduced themselves to me, and my body. her nails tracked their way up my spine, along my back and her body joined mine. all else was slipping away. it was this moment and this one only. she lay atop me, her teeth teasing my neck, her breath in my ear. she melded into me, i relaxed altogether.
i may have dozed a bit, it was heavenly, she stirred, awakening me, and eventually we got to the planned interactions.
in time, we fucked and sucked and took full advantage of each other. i re-learned top from bottom and gave them both my full attention.

but those moments of her climbing atop me, releasing me from my everyday angst and all else. that was my magic of that day, that week, that time in my life.

necklace

2008-12-23T11:17:00.002-05:00

she was wearing a silver chain necklace, and nothing else. i found that i could twist it once and hold it in my teeth, and it held a delicious tautness which i maintained as i entered her again and again and again. she was fond it too; her bated breath told me.

after

2008-12-22T10:32:00.001-05:00

after i came, my cock in her mouth, her hands on my balls, ass, cock and wherever.
she told me, "i've wanted to do that for the longest time."
it was the sexiest thing that i'd ever heard.
ever.

reminded

2008-12-19T10:42:00.005-05:00

today i reminded myself what pleasure i get from lazing between your legs. the thought of you on your back on the edge of the bed, your legs unceremoniously (or perhaps ceremoniously) draped over my shoulders. me meandering from your knees on up. tracking, tracing, taking in your scent.
kissing your skin, you.
lingering here and there, hearing your breathing, running my nails here and there.
knowing that you're moistening, but not touching you there...yet.
my tongue draws swirly lines along you thighs, encircles around to your belly, tease flicks into your naval.
fingers and hands onto your ass, massaging, spreading you wide. maybe lotion now to aid the lubrication, here/there.
your thighs all but quaking.
spreading you, tongue probing, fingers touching softly, spreading you, clit tap/tap/tap, breathing on you. tongue reminding self of your deliciousosity.
tongue doing full search and probing.
more and more and more.

i want you. you want me.
i have plenty of time. as do you.
you can have me. i have you, oh yes, i have you.

en la cama

2008-11-20T18:41:00.003-05:00

And speaking of Cleansheets, that site turned me on to one of the most sensual/sexual films that i've ever seen: en la cama (in the bed) and it is all that and more. With the most sensual opening of any movie (except possibly Betty Blue), the sounds, the images coming out a bit at a time. it's a few hours in bed with a couple, and they are a couple of strangers who find themselves in this wonderful bed, enjoying each other, looking internally a bit, and seeking out each other more than they anticipated or so it seems. it's an intimate movie, shot intimately and voyeuristically at times, and it's all good. very, very good.