I Want

I want to run my fingers in between your pussy lips

To bend to taste your nectar and to drink in little sips

I want to feel the velvet of your warm enticing skin

And hear you sigh contentment when I push myself within

I want to bite your nipples just enough to make you moan

To pull your ass cheeks closer as your fingers brush my own

I want to spank your perfect ass and hear you beg for more

Your voice expressing passion is a sound that I'd adore

I want to pull your head up with my hand wound in your hair

To thrust inside you deeply and pretend that I don't care

I want to take you all the time, what else can I say

Your body could be the playground on which I romp and play

I want to be inside you when it's time for ecstasy

Even if only within our minds

I'll fuck you subliminally...

I just can't help wanting you girl

and I want...

you to want me

A Daydream Grind

The look in your eyes as you look into mine

The longing I have to feel your hands slide between my thighs.

The taste of your lips, the trace of your fingertips

sends me into a world of.... Extacy.

You have ignighted a fire that burns so intensely inside of me

setting my soul free.

Breathing in every breath you give to me

your body is calling and reaching out for me

to bring you into my sensual reality.

Emotional desires are longing to be fulfilled

as you hold my body close I can only wish that you will

quench my thirst for endless satisfaction

with just one touch you cause an uncontrollable reaction.

As our lips become intertwined and melt into one

our minds and souls seem to passionately become

part of each other as we willingly succumb

to the overpowering and almost unbearable desire...

to make each other cum.

My body just seems to go weak in your arms

leaving me helpless to your enticing charms.

As you touch me in ways only my lover would do

the tingling sensation given to me only by you.

I’m now at the point now where my senses don’t know what to do

I’m calling your name begging you to....

to never stop caressing me

to never stop kissing my entire body

to never stop bringing me.... Extacy

You wrap your arms around me so tight

rocking back and forth I plead with delight.

My body relaxes and falls deeper into yours

the feelings you brought out of me can not be ignored.

You look at me, us both wanting more....

But how could it get any sexier than this

how could you with just your kiss

just the way you move your hips

the erotic touch of your fingertips

the way you use your enticing lips

make my body feel like this.....

You brought me to Extacy, yes you did

But did I forget to mention this.......

We never even got undressed.

Sampling

She exhales and I breathe in,
Like sampling the bouquet of her,
My finest wine.
My hands trace over her skin and I feel the roughness there,
Imperfect and scarred
And she is gorgeous

She breathes in and I exhale,
My lips tracing down to her breasts,
Kisses planted on each,
An offering to a goddess
I cup her breasts in the palm of my hands,
She shifts, restless
Breath hitching
And she is wanting

She sinks down and I lean in,
My fingers trace over her hips,
Lips finding her pelvic bone
Softly defined lines that lead me down
I grace her with my lips
And she is there

She arches and I move back,
Teasing her with breath and tongue,
She pleads and I give her all
Touching, giving, fucking, loving
She cries out and I smile loving the play of my name on her lips
Relaxing she smiles and I move up to meet her
I cup her face in my hands
And she is mine
And she is everything.

You Belong To Me

In an effort to shift my focus from all the bullshit lately, I tried to think about other things...I've been writing all day, so this post might be a little long...it seems I found myself in a "mood" and it just kept going. It isn't really a poem, isn't really a story, guess it's just freewriting (in every sense of the word)...again, just an effort to shift my focus a little bit, so it may even seem to ramble (sorry, about that...100 re-reads and it seems coherent and cohesive to me, but hey ::grins:: I'm a little fuzzy lately) Lengthy as it may be, I hope you enjoy it. Sort of mixes sex and some religious references, so if that kind of material may offend you, please stop here.

You smile at me.

Sweet.

Enticing.

Unaware.

I can only smirk devilishly.

My eyes smolder like embers

as they scan your body slowly

examining the chances that you might be able to take me.

You think you can win

with your innocence by your side

telling you that I would never try to do the things that are racing through my head

things I would love to do to your slick flesh

consuming my thoughts like the black plague of twisted passion.

Let me tell you now.

I can take you.

You sit silently in your comfortable room

wrapped in the atmosphere

of unparalleled security

that you breathe in with complete trust

and love.

You think no one is watching.

But I am.

I always am.

When you rest your pretty head

on the dreams you hope will swallow you

when you close your eyes

I’m waiting

waiting

in the shadows

silently creeping

like a hungry spider

coming upon my prey

ready to inject my lust into your bloodstream

preparing you

so I can feast upon your tender flesh

I can take you.

I love how you struggle

against my body

squirming

making my thighs sticky sweet.

As I tangle my fingers into your hair and exert my control

Drawing your head back and exposing your racing pulse

To a wanton, passionate bite...piercing your flesh,marking you--

your body tenses so beautifully-

I love that feeling, when you're beneath me

I taste faint traces of your surrender in a drop of crimson blood on the tip of my tongue as I trace your lips apart then feed it back to you in a slow, deep, erotic kiss

I love how you growl

whimper

plead and purr. Stutter raggedly "f-fuck me"

As a single, powerful, hungry thrust checkmates your defenses

and robs you of your breath

It makes my devilishly smiling mouth water with anticipation and my head drops once more

as teeth rake the aching sensitivity of your nipples,

you lactate liquid love in an effort to appease my animalistic appetite,

and I drink you in-as if I've wandered parched thru the desert for ages.

I love the way you feign escape

Knowing you want nothing more than to be taken

Fucked, filled--felt.

I fill you. I feel you.

I.

Fuck.

You.

Scream.

Yes, be my baby bitch...

(You'll still be my baby girl tomorrow)

The ever willing,ever open vessel into which I drip all of my desire

As I pin your wrists to your pillow

Hover over you, your ethereal lover,

breaking you wide open with my staunch stare

Claiming you inch by delectable inch

Scream for me. Would a feverish, well placed smack on your perfect ass help?

Or maybe a few? Yes! Scream for me.

Your sweet agony fills my ears

like a symphony created by the gods.

Piercing.

Ferocious.

Gorgeous.

But don't cum, no baby, not yet. Save it.

I love this exquisite view of you rocking precariously on the edge.

I could lick your wounds if you asked me nicely.

Begged me in that sultry "Daddi's girl" voice

I could lick...

...lick

...lick

them until you are whole again.

But first

you must surrender, completely.

Your heart.

Your soul.

Your body.

Your mind.

Get on your knees, and I'll gaze down upon you.

Glowing, flickering eyes meant to captivate you

You want to be captivated,captive,captured. Don't you?

Strong fingers glide through your hair

As you bow your head

to worship

at the Temple of Mons Veneris

Persuade me through the reverence of your angelic tongue

that I, and I alone hold immense presence throughout your entire being-

Each devout stroke an unspoken declaration, that you are indeed my ever willing

vessel...as evidence of your adoration oozes, glistening down your thighs

You know.

I can be your savior and you could be the patron saint of my darkest devotions.

Let your sweet begging

become an endless mantra whispered into my depths-

echoing forever more

through my steaming core.

Pay your tithes through each fiery flick of your velvet tongue

and I will baptize you with a flood in the name of Love, Lust, & Belonging.

Then rise.

Yes baby.Rise.

Be mine.

I embrace you, guiding you back to the edge of our bed-

Lay back, open up for me, as my nails carve my omnipotent dominion

into your slick, quaking thighs

Let me feed upon you, consume you, devour you

tasting your flesh til my heart’s content. I'm starving. For you.

And upon consummation you become forever a part of me-I carry you within me

Always

I must confess:

your beauty is magnificent

when you’re aching.

I love it.

And I realize that

I love you

as you writhe in my hands.

You have given me

everything I have craved for so long.

As your ache melts to bliss,tears well up in your eyes

A whispered command sets you free

"Cum for me"

And your absolute surrender spills down the back of my throat

...swallowed whole

sweet communion-and it's over...

The softest, loving kiss upon your delicately throbbing clit

…and you belong to me.

A Kiss

A glistening tear

Rolls down her cheek

Eyes gleam, wet

And knees shake, weak

The softest sigh

Warm on the face

Safe, secure

In deep embrace

A perfect smile

As lips do part;

Grow closer

As love grips the heart

The tiny pulse

That beats with thrill;

Goosebumps prickle

In tender chill

A single kiss and time stands still

Whispers

Your voice shivers through me

Like breezes shaking time-worn boughs

And I can't resist that ancient call

Slide your whispers along my skin

Let them sink deep as bone

Breathe my name,

A fervant, sighing psalm

And I will lift my face to your sun

And unfurl my limbs

Singing like new leaves

Dancing in the warm winds of Spring.

The Terrace Part 2

My fingertips roamed slowly between your thighs, each sensual flutter getting closer, closer to their intended target—like a gentle winged butterfly searching for the perfect flower to land upon. The closer I got, the more intently I watched your face. I was slightly amused by the way you were trying so very hard not to be noticed…but I was close enough to hear your breath quicken then catch in your chest, close enough to watch your lips part in that certain way…that a stranger wouldn’t recognize, but I knew your lips only parted that certain way when you were in the midst of pleasurable, physical activities. I traced the tip of my tongue slowly around my lips to moisten them as you shifted your gaze to my eyes in an effort to avoid what you no doubt perceived to be the prying eyes of millions.

I held your gaze, my steady smile and my eyes reassuring you as my fingers traced delicately up the center of your sex, your moist, lace panties clinging into the cleft between your lips, becoming trapped in the softness of your folds. I felt your body jerk ever so slightly as my fingers brushed over your clit, the thin lacey fabric of your panties lending a texture to my touch that made your thighs quiver. You break our gaze and glance around the room, sure that someone is watching and just saw you react that way…though, that possibility was starting to excite you more than unnerve you, I could tell you were beginning to relax as I felt your thighs spread a little further beneath the table, allowing free and unhindered movement of my hand.

I teased you beneath the table, wickedly enjoying our semi-public perversions…I curled a single finger behind the sheer front panel of your panties and gave them the most gentle tug, sawing the lace between your swollen lips, applying just the right amount of pressure to your clit as I hold you there for a moment—a muted, secretive gasp slipping from your lips. I feel your hips rolling almost imperceptibly, but I feel it baby…the way you push yourself against my grip, causing your panties to tighten and rub harder against your sensitive clit as your wetness slowly seeped, eventually soaking the lace in your creamy emissions.

My eyes rest, sparkling upon your beautiful face, my lips turned up slightly at the edges in a soft, seductive, perpetual smile as I release my grasp on your panties and slip my hand beneath them, cupping your sex possessively as my fingers melted into the molten heat pouring from within you…you rocked your hips forward and two fingers slipped into your depths, seeking the source of your fire. My fingers swirled, dipping and exploring, fingertips curling inside of you and scooping out your nectar to bathe and soothe your aching clit.

I could hear your breathing becoming quicker, more labored as you struggled in vain to deny the pleasure of my touch, trying so hard to maintain your composure as I tried so hard to unwind you, stroke by stroke beneath the table.

I could hear the softest sounds of your wetness as my fingers thrust deeper into you, scissoring inside you and making you feel impossibly full as the heel of my hand pressed deliciously into your clit, grinding into you as the tips of my fingers stroked every ridge, every velvet fold, every detail of your clenching sex…coaxing your wetness out of you and deliberately teasing your pulsing clit until it felt so tight, like a firm, juicy berry about to burst at the peak of ripeness.

Suddenly your thighs quake and you grasp the edge of the table, still trying your damnedest to retain your composure as your juices begin to flow, covering my fingers in a flood of liquid fire. I clenched my teeth to try to retain my own composure as I felt your walls rippling around my fingers, my nostrils flaring as it takes every bit of restraint I have to keep from scooping you out of your chair and shoving my tongue down your throat, or sweeping my arm across the table to lay you down and take you right here.

I stayed inside you until I felt your rhythmic clenching subside, until the luscious spasms receded, and slowly, reluctantly drew my slightly pruned fingers out of you, that perpetual smile still playing on my lips as I bring my fingers secretly beneath my nose to inhale the bouquet of my sweet flower. I kissed the tips of my fingers catching the faintest taste of your rousing essence and flashed you a wink full of promise of continuing our celebration behind closed doors.

I watched you with twinkling, amused eyes as you squirmed in your seat as I leisurely finished my glass of wine—I enjoyed watching you squirm, knowing that beneath the table you sit shrouded in delectable wetness, knowing that this little dinner….was merely foreplay. “Check please!”

The Terrace Part 1

We had arranged to meet for dinner at the exquisite 4 star restaurant “The Terrace” to celebrate your recent promotion at work. Executive marketing director. You sounded thrilled over the phone when you called to tell me, and I was thrilled for you. You had been working so hard to move up in the ranks and your well earned success was finally coming to you. Our reservations were at 8:30 but you texted me just as I arrived at the restaurant to inform me that you would be a little late…”Will b a few mins late. Dreadful business attire. Slipping n2 something else. Wait 4 me?”.

The hostess approached just as I texted back a quick “Of course, don’t be long” and clicked my phone closed. “Reservations?” she asked with that honey sweet inflection most hostess’s have. “Yes, I called for an 8:30 reservation, Nichols?”. She scanned the reservation list and found my name and inquired about the reservation being for two. “My girlfriend is running a little late, she’ll be arriving soon” and with a far too bubbly “wonderful! Right this way” she led me to a candlelit table in a dim corner of the sparsely populated restaurant.

The restaurant was beautiful. Sparkling, immaculate crystal light fixtures hung like giant diamonds from the ceiling, though for their size, the lighting they offered was minimal. Perfectly pressed, pristine linen tablecloths covered every table…candles casting dancing shadows onto their surface. The ambiance of the room was dark, sultry, romantic.

I sat down at the table and took the initiative to order a bottle of wine while I waited for you to arrive—23 minutes and a glass and a half later you appeared. I paused mid-sip of my wine to drink you in, my dark eyes flickering, a smile forming at the rim of my glass before I sat it down on the table, enraptured by the sight standing before me. You were wearing a dangerously short black skirt that clung to your curves like a second skin. As if the length of the skirt weren’t tempting enough, a provocative slit up the side provided the most delicious glimpse of the top of your smooth, toned thigh. I felt my breath catch in my chest for a moment as my eyes continued boldly roaming over your frame, devouring you. Your blouse was a delicate, sheer black number with a low plunging neckline that showcased your cleavage perfectly, and the most subtle outline of your nipples was apparent beneath.

“Wow! You are looking positively scrumptious!” I exclaimed as I rose from the table chivalrously, hugging you then placing a gentle hand on the small of your back as I pulled out a seat for you, next to mine…rather than the cold, impersonal “across the table” kind of dining, I preferred dining with you as close to me as possible, it’s always been that way. I want, no, I need your presence near me, your mere proximity does something indescribable to me…you slid into your seat with the majestic gracefulness of a slick feline, you carry sexy so well. Your full lips spread into an ingratiating smile as an almost shy giggle escaped you and you averted your eyes to say “Thank you, I’m sorry I kept you waiting…it’s a special occasion, I just wanted to dress it up a little”. I slid into the seat beside you, returning your smile with a warm smile of my own “No apologies baby, it’s your night, I’ve would’ve waited as long as I had to in order to celebrate it with you”…with that declaration I leaned towards you and placed a lingering kiss on your cheek and whispered “congratulations” into your ear. You squirmed in your seat a little as the heat of my breath kissed your earlobe and another smile danced across my lips. I sat back up straight in my chair and poured you a glass of wine and then topped off my own. We sipped and talked as we waited for our server to appear, our body language, our smiles, the range of looks passed between us would tip off any attentive observer that you and I were much more than friends. Though, I didn’t really care who may be observing our exchange, I was lost in you…no one existed in my world right now, but you.

Dinner was exquisite. We picked at our food as the wine flowed freely, making lustful eyes at each other as we ate…feeding each other a bite here and there for the simple pleasure of watching the other take the food from the sparkling silver dinnerware—eyes locked as an electric passion was silently conveyed between us. Feeding each other is such a sensual, sexual act to me.

As we ate my hand would slip beneath the table and rest on your mostly exposed thigh, squeezing my fingertips into your flesh gently. I would smile as my fingertips fluttered lightly, tracing intricate patterns on your thigh and playfully reaching higher as you looked around nervously. “What are you doing?!” you asked, your voice thick with false indignation at the very same time your lips curled up in what you thought was a discreet smile. But I saw it, nervous though you may be…you were enjoying my secret explorations beneath the table—hidden, yet fully exposed to the other wandering eyes in the restaurant.

The only response I gave you was a wry, little smile…I was going to keep going, until you verbally told me to stop, and meant it or until….

You continued to pick over your food, trying to maintain an air of innocence above the table as my hand moved deftly upward beneath the table, a gentle, warm, flat palm against the inside of your thigh, urging them quietly apart. You shifted in your seat, nervousness gripping you once more and you squeezed your thighs shut, trapping my searching hand between them for a moment. I gazed into your eyes, my dark, adoring eyes speaking to you, urging you…coaxing you with the depth of desire in my stare.

I bit my bottom lip and gave my fingers a wiggle between your thighs, and slowly you released your grip on my hand, your toned legs parting as your reservations crumble beneath my craving. I watched your face closely as my fingers traced their way up your creamy flesh, your heat radiating so strongly that I could feel how hot you were before ever touching your sex. I smiled at you, picking up my wine glass with my left hand and taking a sip...in order to avert any suspicious eyes, or perhaps the excitement of the moment just had me feeling slightly parched.

Bedtime

Your fingers communicate
With their softouch glyphs
Down my back
Warm like sunstrokes...
Tracing shapes in their light layered way
The drowsy lull of sleep's silent creeping
Rides along the fingertips
Pulling relaxation in their wake
As waves of shiver chills which peak and subside
Gently rush against the dockside edges of my ribs and settle
In slow crisscrossing runners of sensation
As you write the letters, trace the shapes
I try to grasp them, but they fade
As my mind quiets under the gentle voice of your hands
Your soft chuckle washes a smile across my lips
As the sea of unconsciousness slips over me
The last float of your touch talks of tender desire
And I swim contented into dream pools
Reveling in the last drawn caress
Rippling through, heart-shaped love

Wine Tasting

a finger dance
across satin flesh
exploring the wet
distraction,
craving the taste -
a spilled glass of pinot noir
coolly cascading
her undulations

devouring
the hidden wetness
in a carnal kiss
between parted thighs,
satiate in passion's
heady fragrance,
intoxicated in her
contented sighs.

Watching A Muse

This post looks amazingly long, but it's actually on two pages in Word. Just a little something--this may just be part 1, I still have some thoughts coming together on this particular story...but I haven't quite made up my mind whether to continue or leave it as is. Any feedback is appreciated. :) 

It was shortly after 10:00 am when I decided it was a beautiful day, and I found myself longing to take a swim. There are days when the condo’s community pool is full of children, and the way I was feeling—I didn’t feel much like dealing with the noise and activity of a lot of children running about so I walked out on the balcony to survey the pool. 

With that thought I looked down at the patio and was surprised to see only one of the sun beds already occupied. Great! It looks like I’m going to have some adult company today. The young woman was oblivious to her surroundings as she lay still in the sunshine whilst reflected flecks of sunlight from the surface of the pool sparked from her oiled body. 

As she lay there I appraised her with my artist's eye. Her, natural, unfettered breasts, surmounted with dark, almost perfectly circular, nipples were obviously heavy and I guessed at a large cupped thirty four inches. Her waist was thin and her stomach flat but she had the flared hips common to women of the region. Her long legs were toned, neither too fat nor too thin…the kind of legs that always caught my attention, legs you dream of having wrapped around you. 

I was tempted to fetch my sketch pad but at that moment she moved slightly, turning her face more fully to the sun, and the small shift was enough to bring instant recognition. The woman was my significantly younger neighbor, Izabel. I knew that she had just had a birthday and was now 23…but she exuded maturity, a confidence, a sexuality that some women so much older than her had yet to master. 

 It now seemed so wrong, standing there watching her, but, as I was about to turn away, she reached blindly for the bottle of sun oil. She held it over her stomach and allowed the dark viscous liquid to trickle slowly onto her skin. When a small pool had formed she started to work it over her body and I was fascinated by the way the combination of her glistening skin and the fall of sunlight emphasized the shape of her different muscle groups. 

I had done some life painting, it was not my subject of choice, but, at that moment, it was almost like seeing the human body for the first time. I continued to watch as her hands moved slowly upwards until she was massaging her breasts and it took a few seconds to dawn on me that her touch was now more delicate. She was no longer working the oil into her skin; instead, her palms seemed to be gliding over the shallow mounds. 

I willed myself to take a step back from the balconies edge but I remained rooted to the spot as I watched her fingertips gradually come together to delicately pinch her nipples. As she did so I felt my own nipples begin to tingle and then stiffen. I drew my robe more tightly around me, unconsciously blaming the slight breeze, but there were other signs which I guiltily tried to ignore.  

For the next couple of minutes I hardly drew breath as I watched her teasing herself. She concentrated on her breasts but, every now and again she moved a hand down to draw lazy circles over her stomach. 

In those minutes I tried to reason with myself. However you looked at it there was no excuse. I should have crept away and respected her privacy but her fingertips were now grazing the waistband of her bikini bottoms and I found myself wondering just how far she would go. I suppose I was envious of her free spirit, the brazen, risqué way she touched herself, completely ignoring the likelihood of getting caught. I could never have touched myself in that way in such an open space even if I believed, as she no doubt did, that no one else was around.  

As I continued to watch she arched her back slightly and held her stomach in. This created a slight gap where her bikini hugged her waist and her fingers, as though surprised at finding this opening, began a tentative exploration. 

I watched as the back of her fingers bulged the blue satiny crotch and it was almost as if I could feel the touch on my own body. The temptation to slip my hand into my robe was almost overwhelming but that was a step too far even in my current reckless mood. 

Her hand moved lower and I caught the briefest glimpse of her mound before the elasticated waistband trapped her wrist. Her movements were lazy, unhurried, as she stroked her oiled fingertips over her mound and I could hear the coursing of my blood in my eardrums as I stood unnaturally still in a silence broken only by the courting of insects. 

I must have been there for more than ten minutes as she continued to maintain an easy rhythm and I wondered just how far she would take it. It would have been easy to believe that she was falling asleep, so languid were her movements, but then, at last, she gently arched her back and shivered into a long, lazy, orgasm. 

When it was over her body relaxed once more and I was forced to retreat in haste as her head lolled towards me. 

I found that I was breathing quickly and I wanted nothing more than to bring myself the same pleasure that I had just witnessed but my guilt won out and I disciplined myself to take a shower.  

Afterwards, I went downstairs to find that the cook had laid out a simple breakfast and I indulged myself with fruit and fresh baked bread whilst perusing the morning papers. 

The temptation to take a swim was still strong but I was not sure that I could face Izabel quite so soon after the morning's events and so I refilled my coffee cup and made my way to the new studio. I had two commissions to be started but as I stood before the pristine canvas I could not focus my mind on landscapes. I picked up a fresh piece of charcoal and quickly began to dash off a series of bold curved lines. 

I had started to draw a female form but, once again, I was pricked by my conscience. Almost without thinking I modified the outlined beginnings of muscles groups and what emerged was the drawing of an angel.

I was enjoying myself and I began to apply paint to the canvas in bright vivid swirls. I worked feverishly for over an hour before I stepped back to take in the sweep of my creation—I had been inspired, and she was beautiful…breathtaking. 

I stared at the canvas with a blank look in my eyes—wondering about the depth of inspiration she could provoke if only I could feel her shudder beneath my touch.

Fucking Frenzy

I think somebody kinda threw down the gauntlet for me today on this one--hehehe I'll not mention any names, but you know who you are....so I couldn't resist taking up the challenge....and Tigress saiiiiiddddd: 

Looking down into your beautiful eyes

As I experience the magic between your thighs—

 

Slow moving, teasing you—coaxing you to raise your hips to me

Fingers tracing down my back—fucking you is sheer ecstasy

 

Sometimes I like it nice and soft—Sometimes rough and rugged

A hardened nipple between my teeth, As I gently tug it

 

I could fuck you endlessly, straight into the night

Wrap your arms around me baby, hold on nice and tight

 

A ragged moan escapes me, as I feel your every move

Roll your hips –yeah, just like that—we fall into a groove

 

Whispered love upon your lips—drives me deeper still

Don’t let go, baby girl—We’re fucking til we spill

 

Every gasp, every sigh, you make –drives me de-licious-ly insane

I want to fuck you so good girl—I make you scream my name

 

My hand slips beneath your ass and pulls you up to me

Can I ever get deep enough? Ohhhhh baby, let me see

 

Bitten lips, your hands on my hips- for this luscious little drill

Your love has got me so damn buzzed—is it a dream or is it real

 

A scratch down my back awakens me and I let out a muted hiss

Melting inside, as we ride—this wave of utter bliss

 

I lean down and kiss you softly-bestowing passion upon your lips

I whisper that “I love you, baby” and you hold tighter to my hips

 

In and out—slow and deep— mmmmm -the feelings getting stronger

I’m about to blow baby girl, I can’t hang on much longer

 

You kiss my neck, as our bodies flex and whisper “Daddi make me cum”

My hips start rolling double time as two souls become one

 

I bite my lip as I ride, my fingers tangling into your hair—

Your softness grinds beneath me perfectly “Oh,yes love…stay right there!”

 

My thrusts come harder and harder—exquisite mix of pleasure and pain

As we both explode together—my baby screams my name

 

Softening against you-as you do that little purr you do

Still grinding slow and deep-my love—Are you ready for round 2?

Silent Conversation

So twitter's down for scheduled maintenance, I'm all alone with my thoughts...the lights are low and Maxwell's "Pretty Wings" is spilling magic from the speakers across the room. What, oh what, could come of that? ::smiles::

A field of fresh green clover, a sky of brilliant blue, sunlight warm on bare skin...

...with slow, deep strokes, we raise each other ever higher, ever faster until at last the peak is reached.

...racing hearts give way to driving loins as we couple now most deeply each feeling the fiery warmth now welding us together.

...like surf before the hurricane, pleasure washes over helpless lovers, awesome in its power and draining us of strength.

...lying spent but warm within you, your breath against my neck, tracing the curve of your back into the flare of hip.

...satisfied for now, that some things left unspoken have at last been brought to light.

...and hoping we will always be able to talk so freely.

Tonight's The Night

Tonight's the night we're gonna meet
after months and months of play
curtains drawn from dusk to dawn
In the tangled sheets we'll stay


Love from above is on our lips
as we enjoy the taste of sin
sprawled on sheets, hands and feet
As a slow sexy grind begins



Blooming flowers stay spread for hours
as the gentle bud gets teased
the sweetest dew will spill from you
as we're cleansed by passions pleased


Moist and wet-a pleasure outlet
and I place my gem inside
hard as hell the shaft did swell
as we began to ride

Petals of delight are spread just right
covering the bed,the sheets,the floor
entwining with music we just lose it
and we explore something so much more

A sweet connection of loves affection
and a bottle of wine to share
a solid thrust filled with lust
clamping down as I tug your hair


My knees are weak and I seek
a simple path to bliss
tongue on lips, hands on hips
As I drown within your kiss


In and out I moan then shout
"Cum right now for me"
a smile on your face, you ride fast pace
In a quest to be set free


Oh my lord, a banging head board
and you have me wanting more
gripping tight, I'm angled right
the inside well explored


You feel me blow, a sudden flow
the inside thigh is soaked
moans sound as ecstasy's found
as we begin to slow


Up and down base to crown
just to drain me dry
oh hell yes! a pleasured mess
as we both let out a sigh

Kiss Me In The Rain

Walking in the rain
and in the pain
you are beautiful
as the force of water

               sculpts
                        your
                              form,

               subtractions
                          through
                                 erosions,

                 leaving
                          essential
                                  remainders

and the promise 
to cleanse you, 
the bones of your
essential aliveness 
dancing their shine 
through your flesh. 

You are beautiful
in the rain and when
I kiss your mouth,
my bowed lip above
your bowed lip,

waters dancing down
                 
                 as 
                         from 
                                  eaves.

L.E.S.B.I.A.N

Longing
Encounters within
Sensual, seduction, satisfying
Beginning to end
Incredible 
Arousal intensifying
Nothing but desires fulfilled

She Is....(Part 2)

Her eyes snapped open and she bit her bottom lip as she dug her nails deeper into the fleshy cheeks of my ass and whispered “I’ve waited all day for you to fuck me…please…” and her voice trailed off into a raspy breath.

 

I lowered my head and traced her parted lips with the warm tip of my tongue, her tongue darting out sweetly to meet mine and we are once again caught up. As we kiss I slide my arms from beneath her shoulders and move my hands to her thighs, caressing her smooth, incredibly soft skin downward, to the bend of her knees as I maneuver her legs, guiding them back to her chest and opening her to me—she complies willingly, holding exactly the position I place her in.

 

I look down at her, my eyelids heavy with passion as I brace myself above her and grind against her wetness. She grips my forearms for leverage as the weight of my body presses into her, our swollen clits throbbing, pulsing as the blood rushes to our genitals as demanded by our unfathomable need. Oh God….she’s so…soft…so hot, steam is practically rising off her mound. I melt into her pussy, my eyes closing as the emotion of the moment overwhelms me, and a sudden heated gush weeps from the depths of my sex. Mmmmm shiiiiiiiiiittttt girl. I sucked in a sharp, hissing breath.

 

I open my eyes and raise myself up just enough to look down between us, to see a clear, clinging strand of wetness joining us together.  That little strand catching the stray beams of light in the room and glistening like a sunlit drop of dew dripping in slow motion from one flower to another.

 

I push her legs back farther, lining myself up with precision as my back arches and I push back into her, grinding my wetness into the softness of her pussy as the muscles in my back rippled, the cheeks of my ass tensing then relaxing as my relentlessly thumping clit seeks refuge in her warmth.

 

She began making the most rousing, animalistic noises as I fucked her, each roll of my hips stronger, more insistent than the last as her walls milked my clit. My breasts rest against the backs of her thighs, my hardened nipples stabbing into her creamy flesh as our bodies rocked.  Our position seemed to change, unnoticed, until her legs were once again wrapped around my back, the heels of her feet spurring me deeper as she locked her ankles and began thrusting back against me, meeting every grind of my hips with impeccable  rhythm.

 

I gripped the sheets on either side of her, my head dropping briskly…my mouth sealing to her neck, my teeth sinking into her tender flesh as a growl stirs in the back of my throat….I was so, so close—but no, not yet…she felt too damn good, just a little longer….I could feel her thighs quivering as she tried to keep me as deep inside her as possible. My nectar oozed endlessly into her, mixing with hers and causing our bodies to move together as effortlessly as two sheets of silk.

 

My body began to tighten as the noises Lexi was making pushed me closer to the edge….she began to whisper, ragged, broken whispers as I moved forcefully into her—“please…p-please” she licked her way up the side of my neck to my ear, nibbling softly before finishing her sentence “cum inside me”….her fingers traced over the scratches on my back, trailing once again down to my ass and pulling me into her with all her strength…I met her fragmented pleas enthusiastically, slipping my arms back beneath her shoulders and holding her tightly as my pace quickens, the pressure of my mound bearing down on her aching clit as I fill her up with everything that is me—masculine, feminine, and all those fine lines in between—faster…faster….a sheen of sweat begins to accumulate on both of us—harder…..”unnnhhhh yesssssss!!!” Lexi gasped, her back arching like a bow as her body tenses –as she began to cum she dug her nails so deep into the cheeks of my ass, I could feel distinctly each crescent shaped gouge in my skin as she bathed my clit with exuberant squirts of wetness and at that moment the dam of passion gave way to a flood of molten honey.

 

 “Fuuuuccckkkkk!” was all I could manage to utter as I erupt—spilling my cum, my love, my undying desire into Lexi’s still contracting pussy….I drop my head to kiss Lexi deeply, to muffle the sound of my moans as every advance of my hips seems to send another heated gush flowing into her—she holds onto me tightly, clinging to me as she keeps her ass lifted off the mattress, pushing up to me and milking my clit until the very last drop of my juices drained into her.

 

Gradually Lexi’s body began to soften, to relax and mine soon followed suit…our sweaty, sticky bodies melding into one another to the point where it was difficult to deciper where I end and she began. I laid my head on her breast, listening to the quick but steady beat of her heart as she slid her fingers through my soaking wet hair, coaxing me lovingly into a deep sleep with but one thought in my mind….She. Is. Art.

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.

 

Goddess

This is an old one too--I'm not typically the submissive kind of partner, but...sometimes....one has thoughts :) 

Goddess, sweet Goddess
Let me kneel before you in complete adoration
Goddess, sweet Goddess
I bow in perfect supplication
Dear Sweet Goddess, embrace me in your sapphic fire
Oh sweet Goddess, how your essence inspires
My Goddess for you, my soul lays bare
Fuck Me, kiss me, touch me there
Take me, Bruise Me
Love Me, Use Me
My Goddess do as you wish
Just let me......

Worship You.