The Beautiful You

I love this story...it touches my heart in a most magnificent way. So I thought I would share it with you. I hope you like it as much as I do.

We place great emphasis on a narrow idea of physical beauty.

In an American history discussion group, the professor was trying to explain how, throughout history, the concept of "beauty" changes with time. "For example," he said, "take the 1921 Miss America. She stood five-foot-one inch tall, weighed 108 pounds and sported a 30-inch bust, a 25-inch waist and 32-inch hips. How do you think she'd do in today's version of the contest?"

The class fell silent for a moment. Then one student piped up, "Not very well."

"Why is that?" asked the professor.

"For one thing," the student pointed out, "she'd be way too old."

Good point -- she'd be way too old. But beauty is a peculiar thing, for it means something a little different to each of us. And it isn't always about appearance. Sometimes beauty is a quality that softly shines from inner depths. And you may actually radiate more inner beauty than you realize.

An elderly woman noticed that her granddaughter felt embarrassed by her freckles. "I love your freckles," she said, kneeling beside the girl and admiring her face.

"Not me," the child replied.

"Well, when I was a little girl I always wanted freckles," the grandmother said, tracing her finger across the child's cheek. "Freckles are beautiful."

The girl looked up. "Really?"

"Of course," said her grandmother. "Why just name one thing that's prettier than freckles."

The little girl peered into the old woman's smiling face, aglow with kindness and love. "Wrinkles," she answered softly.

The physical beauty of youth will fade. But the beauty of a spirit, when nurtured, can grow forever.

~ Steve Goodier ~

She Is.....(Part 1)

It was 3:43 A.M. as I crept as silently as possible through the front door of our apartment. I had to work late and I knew that she would be sleeping soundly by the time I arrived home. I sat my black leather backpack just inside the door and bolted the door locked behind me as I made my way to the kitchen for some caffeine…it had been a long day and I just needed a little pick me up—caffeine has never had the attribute of keeping me from sleeping so I didn’t worry that it may rev me up too much…I could sleep easily after four cups of coffee, no problem.  I settled on a Pepsi though, it was too damn late to brew coffee.

 

I glanced over the first couple of pages of the newspaper lying on the counter as I chugged the cold Pepsi down. None of the headlines particularly caught my eye and an unexpected sigh heaved it’s way from my chest as I stood up straight, finished my pepsi, crushed the can and tossed it into the trashcan three fourths of the way across the kitchen. I gave myself a faux stadium cheer as I do every single time I get a “basket”. I turned on my heel and wandered around the apartment for a few moments, looking for something to entertain myself while I wound down enough to go to bed. Shit. Nothing on TV. The computer is broken. The newspaper was just more repetitious drudgery.

 

I decided to go look in on my girlfriend of three years, Lexi. Lexi is my heart. She caught my eye in the market the day we met.  She was strolling through the fresh fruits and vegetables—taking her time making her choices…inspecting each fruit she picked up with a scrutinizing eye, searching for nothing less than perfection in her fruit selection of the day.  I stood off to the side and watched her curiously, my eyes sparkling with hints of amusement as I watched the beautiful woman caress, fondle, grope, squeeze, sniff, and assess each piece of fruit she touched until she found the “right one”, that one lucky piece that met her approval and met with the destiny of being consumed by her.

 

The silhouette of her body was absolutely perfect…the kind of perfect that is either artificial…or simply art. She was art. I walked over to her, chatted her up and we’ve been together ever since. She is my destiny…I’ve known it from the moment I saw her.

 

The door of the bedroom creaked as I turned the knob and entered the room, my footsteps light—my movements slow and quiet as I continued to creep with the intent of not waking her. I stood at the door for a moment, my eyes adjusting to the darkness and then coming to rest on the figure lying on the bed. The street lights were beaming softly through the mini blinds, casting an ethereal pattern of abstract lines across the body beneath the sheets. One beam of light lined up with Lexi’s sleeping eyes…spotlighting them in the darkness.  She looked more beautiful than ever.  A wisp of her raven hair cascaded across her cheek, seeming to frame the picture of her eyes.  

 

I stared at her silently for the longest time, watching her sleep…listening to every gentle breath that she took…noting how the sheets would rise and fall with each inhale and exhale. I couldn’t resist the urge to go over to her and kiss her tenderly as she slept, sweeping that wisp of raven hair away from her face as I leaned to press my lips lovingly to her forehead. Despite my best efforts not to wake her,  she began to stir, her sleepy eyes opening slowly. I whispered “shhhhh baby, go back to sleep, I didn’t mean to wake you” as I slid my fingers through her silken hair. She smiled and said, in her still half asleep, cracking voice “I’ve been thinking about you all day today…I tried to wait up for you but I just couldn’t make it”and she giggled, the sweetest, almost childlike giggle. I couldn’t help but to smile. She always knew exactly what to say to make me feel good. To make me feel loved, needed, appreciated.

 

I leaned down to kiss her one more time as my heart swelled with happiness, with gratitude that I was lucky enough to have such an incredible lady. I caressed her cheek as my lips brushed against hers, pausing for a moment to breathe her into me as I feel her fingers slide through my hair and pull me down to her. Her lips parted and my tongue slipped sensually into her mouth—our tongues meeting and swirling slowly, skillfully…this was a dance we had danced many times. She let out the most exquisite sigh and it dripped down my throat, reverberating against my lips and bringing every nerve in my body to life.

 

I pressed against her, my body drawn to her, as naturally as day becomes night. She’s irresistible. I can never deny any advance she makes, my body answers to her touch as angels answer to God—unquestionably and absolutely. I peeled the sheets back slowly and she was naked beneath—the muted light streaming in from the blinds teasing me with subtle peeks of the outline of her body…I rose and stood beside the bed, pulling my t-shirt over my head and sliding out of my jeans.  Once stripped, I crawl back into bed, pulling the sheet over my back as I stretch the full length of my body gently on top of her. Her fingers immediately slid down my back, her flawlessly manicured nails digging into my flesh as she spreads her legs and guides me between her thighs.

 

She wraps her legs around me, the heels of her feet digging into the backs of my thighs as she pulls me to her, our breasts crushing, flattening against each other as our lips collide in a much more hungry, deeper, breathless kiss. Her fingertips raked up and down the length of my spine as we kissed passionately, each drag of her nails down my back igniting, stoking the fires of my desire. The heat radiating from between her thighs kissed my clit as my body began to roll instinctively against her.

 

I stared down into Lexi’s eyes—her look had changed completely from the sleeping beauty she was just moments ago, to…to something else…she had a fierce longing in her eyes…a determination to get what she wants, to satisfy every primal, sexual need coursing through her veins. I slid my arms beneath her shoulders and cradled her head with my hands as our bodies spoke to each other…our eyes stayed locked as my hips rolled sensually, grinding my ever swelling clit between the soft, slick folds of her pussy. 

 

Her hands moved down the raised welts from the scratches on my back to grip the cheeks of my ass and pull me harder against her, into her. I swear when we do it like this, my mental dick takes on a reality that is undeniable, irrefutable.  I can feel her, every clench of her walls as she pushes her hips up to me. I’m inside her. She gasps, her lips parting as her breath quickens…her eyes flicker and close for a moment, losing herself in an instant of bliss. Mmmmm she feels it too.

 

The Thought Of You

I didn't write this-just sharing it because I like it--(And it's still masturbation month) 

Copyright 2005 PJ.  All Rights Reserved

 I hold your image in my thoughts, your body, the curve of your breasts and your perfect skin; the thoughts making me wet.  The memories of your last touch are still etched in my mind.

 I let my hands wander, over my shirt, as I lay alone in my bed wishing I was with you. I find my breasts and circle my fingers on top of the material, until I feel my nipples stand hard pressing against my touch.

 Slowly I slide off my shirt in one solid movement. I don't need clothes for what I have in mind. The thing I need to do, to satisfy my want.

 My fingers find my nipples once more, twisting them, pinching them making them hard. Squeezing them until their ache is matched by one between my legs.

 My hands move down further. Move down to the nakedness below my waist. To the source of my heat, the place I long for your touch.

 My fingers slide over myself, teasing my body and not giving in to what I desire, just yet. I slide my hands down to my thighs drawing my fingernails along the soft inner flesh. It makes me hold my breath as my pleasure mixes with a touch of pain, thinking it is you. Thinking it is you hurting me and Making me want you more.

 I reach the place I was after and let my hand rest over my mound. My smooth shaven skin touched with the beginnings of dampness, anyone could see how much I want you.

 A single finger slides along the outside of my slit; soon it is covered in wetness, ready to take my need a step further. I slip it between my lips. Taking a breath as I feel how hot and wet I have really become. I let this single finger slide up my pussy, gently over my opening in one movement, barely touching my skin until I reach my clit.

 My clit is throbbing and hot, screaming for me to touch it. Slowly I let my finger reach what I want, as slowly at first I start to stroke at my clit.

 I feel the pressure mounting; driving me toward the edge, but I am not ready for that yet. I let my other hand find my second point of desire; covering it in my wetness I let my fingers tease the hole.  I want to make this last as I hold onto the image of you.

 I picture your tongue sliding over me, tasting how much I want you. Knowing that in the presence of you I am helpless.

 I push a finger inside of me and then follow it with another sliding them in deep and hard. I fuck myself with my fingers. Pushing in and out, curling them around inside of me all the time thinking it is you.

 I want to take more; I need my pleasure to mix with pain. I need it to mirror the ecstasy and pain you cause me.

 I push in a third finger and try for another; all the while the fingers on my clit match the movements inside of me. My movements get faster, harder and more urgent.

 I arch my back as I let your name escape form my lips. Moaning and sweating I feel myself get closer. Closer to what I wish you could give me and closer to what I need.

 I am soaking, the wetness your image gives me. It drips down my wrist and onto my thighs. I can't hold it any longer, my body gives in, gives into the dirty desire.

  Wave after wave hits me. My whole body shudders and my mind is lost in your image. Inside my head, a secret world of longing exists.

 Moaning and screaming, I finally have what I wanted and even though I am totally exhausted...

 I still crave your touch.