Summer Flounce Fantasy
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Posted:Aug 17, 2016 7:59 am
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crossing the rail terminal
the side of my eye
caught a flash
of summer green
I turned to look
and saw her
moving so invitingly
across the terminal floor
green tailored dress top
crafted to a green
mid thigh ballerina skirt
green high heels to match
she moved so joyfully
a smile her face
alive in her striding
her skirt flouncing
up and down
as she strode athletically
across the floor
her short black hair
moving in time
with her body
framing a face
full of fun
and joy at being
her
just for a moment
I let myself slip
Into the fantasy
that she was
coming towards me
and that when
we met
my arms would go
around her
hers around me
and our lips would meet
in a kiss full of
shared joy
it was a thrill
to imagine that
someone so full
of the joy of life
would share it
with me
I smiled thankfully
as she passed
me by
just by being
she let
the life within her
come out
in this public place
and delight me
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Jeans
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Posted:Aug 16, 2016 1:46 pm
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(Inspired by a picture on FetLife
Which brought back this memory)
walking into the room
I am entranced by the lines
of your bare back flowing from
the top of your jeans
to the curves of your neck
and
to the soft dark curls of your hair
which framed it
You turn
and the lines of your smile
and the sparkle of joy in your eyes
start a stirring deep inside me
a stirring that vibrates my soul
I walk toward you
You reach out with your hands
your nipples bud out toward me
your welcome turns
the stirring inside me
to a throbbing
that curls my blood
stiffens my penis
confirms my manhood
I take your hands in mine
and twist them behind your back
pinning your arms
below your shoulders
pulling you against me
snuggling your loins against mine
thrusting my genitals against yours
Your smile deepens
a sigh slides out
from between your lips
as your head tilts up
to keep our eye to eye flow
Reaching down
I touch your lips with mine
fullness and warmth
your responsive softening
slowly opens our lips
so that our tongues
begin the dancing
the playful intertwining
and our breath flows
from each into the other
deepening the throbbing
in us both
heat surges
between our loins
I sense the dampness
moving towards your thong
my briefs holding a damp spot of pre-come
our tongue dance deepens
one of your arms moves
signaling me to let go
I drop my hands to your hips
and let my need for you
sigh into your mouth
Swiftly, fiercely
without breaking our connected loins
you divest me of my shirt
laying your chest’s skin onto mine
The hard buds of your nipples
burn into me
pushed there by
the warm softness of your breasts
hard small crowns
on the throne of your being
as our tongues and lips dance
as do our bodies rock back and forth
there is a not quite grinding
at our loins
but we are
oh oh so close
energy building
flowing back and forth
cycling us into one
your tongue slows
I move my head back
and see the mischief
twinkling in your eyes
you know how much
I am moved by the sight
of you in jeans only
I respond to your mischief
spinning you round
pinning your back
against my chest
pushing my hardness
against your bum’s firm enfold
my right hand reaches down
my fingers open your zipper
I reach in and push out
the soft cotton of your thong
Beneath the tip of my forefinger
I feel your clitoris
pocking out of its hooded home
my finger tip moves
gently, relentlessly
over, besides, under, across
curling and stroking
searching for
today’s pace and pressure
that will move you forward
to the place
for which we both long
I find it
not as hard as some days
not as soft as most
today’s pace and connection
signaled by your sigh
and your head
folding back against my shoulder
your eyes rolling
as you begin to boil
then from inside us
comes the slow welling of your O
the shuddering which moves us
both to a resting place beyond our flow
I hold you
grateful for the way
in which you have just
affirmed our connection
and our life’s energy flow
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Six Coins
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Posted:Aug 16, 2016 1:44 pm
Last Updated:Apr 29, 2024 12:37 pm
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“Ren, turn that damn computer off. We have Sunday all day to make the delivery deadline. I brought home sushi and am opening the Chablis you put in the fridge.” Peter’s shout caught her typing in mid word. He was right. Ren hit save, and turned off the computer.
She went to the stereo cabinet and put on the Lorenna McKennit Spanish Alhambra concert they both liked so much – the first 2 CDs in the five CD changer - then added three of Charles Tatum’s solo CDs. Somehow, she did not think tonight would be a movie night.
She walked in to the kitchen, Peter had put the take out sushi on serving plates. He had laid out the enticing morsels their personal sushi trays. Beside each tray, he had gracefully placed
their favorite chop sticks, the ginger, the soy and the wasabi. He was just pouring the wine. There was a small bag velvet bag on her sushi tray.
“What’s that Pete? Is it for before supper or after? And it better not be jewelry. We agreed jewelry only on my birthday and at Christmas.”
Pete laughed out loud. “If it is for before supper, you might not get supper. So after will do fine.” He walked over to her, took her face into his hands, and kissed her deeply. She responded with gusto.
“You really think that I would risk your wrath by breaking our agreement. No jewelry for you except for your birthday and Christmas. No camera toys for me except for my birthday and Christmas. The agreement stands.”
Ren smiled. Pete stuck to his agreements. She was not sure why she had doubted if for a moment.
“OK Pete, sushi. Let’s talk about how we finish up this contract on Sunday so we can deliver to the on Monday after supper. Then no more work till Sunday. After that, we will open your little black bag.”
Oscar’s tail thumped loudly on the floor under the table. He knew that there would be sushi for him – the fish part without the rice. Oscar was definitely a sashimi dog.
Ren put the little black bag onto the far side of the table. Then, using her chop sticks, she laid into the first round of sushi on their personal trays.
When they put the dishes in the dishwater, she poured them each a splash more wine, and put the reminder of the bottle back in the fridge. Work could wait.
“What’s in the little black bag, Pete?”
“Remember how we talked about get creative about bondage without using ropes and such. Well, maybe I have found a way to do so – a way of binding you up without tying you down. Have a look, and I will tell you how it works.”
Ren pulled open the draw strings and poured six bright silver coins into her left hand. She looked at Pete with a look that clearly said what is this.
“Yep, foreign I know, but cheap because they are no longer being used as real currency. I polished them up nice and new.”
“So what do these coins have to do bondage, sex and tying me up?”
Peter reached over and picked up a coin. He put it in between the index and mid finger of his left hand, holding it there by the pressure of his two fingers.
“Well, you put one coin between each pair of the four main fingers on each hand like this see. You hold them there by pressure alone. If you let them all drop, it is an instant red safe word. Everything stops. “
Ren took the coin from him and put between the first and second fingers of her left hand. She added two more between the second and third, and then her third and fourth fingers. Holding them, she looked at him, a bit stymied.
“No ropes, but you see it is still a clear message to from you to me to me be in control. You can’t use your hands to do much once you are holding the coins. Of course, we get all nice and naked and go to the bedroom before you do this. Game?”
Ren picked up another coin with her right hand. She realized that she could not put in between her right hand fingers without help. She looked at him with anticipatory curiosity.
“Yep, your partner has to help you get the three coins between the four fingers of your other hand. That is the beginning of you accepting that your partner will be in control of what follows.”
“How did you get the idea Pete?”
Peter grimaced and said “Wish as Mr. Hot Shot e-learning creative designer I could say that I have thought about it myself. No such luck. I got the idea from a story on the Clean Sheets erotic web site that I was reading. So game to try?”
“Put the other three coins in my right hand and let me see what it feels like first.”
Once Peter had done so, Ren waved her hands about as she walked around the kitchen.
“I have to think about doing holding my hands closed. Wouldn’t that defeat the purpose – distract me from what you were doing to me?”
“Not really, Ren. Muscle memory will; kick in quickly. Besides, it keeps you from thinking about what you might do to me, and just lets you flow with what is happening to you. At least, that was the idea in the story on Clean Sheets. Still game?”
Ren laughed, “Yes, I am game. You certainly seem to be. But let me walk Oscar first. Want to come with me?” Oscar, who was already well content with his share of the sushi, bounded out from under the table when he hear the walk word.
The three of them left their house, leaving the music filling its bottom floor. Once outside, they could not hear it as they turned left down the block in the soft spring air. The house, although central to the city they lived in, was really private behind its screen of trees and shrubs. Oscar, as usual, was beside himself as he filled his nose with the intriguing scent clues that were so numerous on their surrounding roads.
Once they were back home, Peter shut off the stereo, taking the Alahambra CD’s up to their bedroom. When he walked in, he found Ren on the bed, lying on her back, the black velvet bag on her stomach the only cloth to grace her naked form.
“Oh please help me with my six coins, oh please kind sir!”
Peter smiled as he took the time to start the stereo, setting it to recycle. He very much for once wanted to be in control. He would take his time, making it clear he was so.
Oscar settled into his bed in the corner of their bedroom. He was mostly thoroughly put off by human sexual activities, which he found boring in the extreme since they did not involve him.
Peter took off his clothes, carefully arranging each piece on his wooden butler. Ren shifted onto on her side, watching him closely. Pete knew that she liked watching him undress. He thrilled to the slight temors that her nakedness, caught in his peripheral vision, sent down his spine into his balls. His penis slowly swelled and rose in response to both their enjoyment.
Ren turned to face her. “On your back, center of the bed, arms straight out on each side.” His tone of command was clear.
Stretched out as instructed, Ren said “Help me with the coins, please.”
“No more words – from now on you can groan, moan, sigh, scream all you like, but no more words.”
One by one, coin by coin, Pete put them between her fingers, straddling her hips to do so.
“You drop one, and whatever is happening stops – that’s it, nothing further happens except sleep.”
Peter bounced off her, and walked over to put the black velvet bag on the dresser. Ren thought “maybe this was going to be harder than I thought’. She had to struggle to keep her fingers clenched when he bounced up off the mattress and her.
Ren slid onto the bed beside her. He turned on his side so he could reach her lips with his.
He started by kissing her softly, letting the energy of his growing arousal flow from his lips onto hers. He felt her mouth beginning to open under his lips. He pulled back.
“No Ren, I lead. By opening your mouth, you are moving us forward to what you want us to do. Whenever you take the lead tonight, I will simply pull back. No from behind control on your part tonight.”
She sighed and closed her eyes. She took a deep breath. She extended her arms out again, and pushed her legs down to the foot of the bed, easing the tension in her back. He watched and waited, relishing the sight of the woman he adored naked, struggling with her need to be in control.
When she was settled, he reached over and kissed her again. Slowly and gently, he rolled her lower lip back and forth. Then he did the same to her upper lip. As Ren felt a response begin to move through her, she kept up her internal mental mantra “Follow, don’t lead. Let him control.”
Pete moved his lips to her eyes, kissing each one gently. Then he nibbled bottom of her near ear, first kissing it, and then tugging gently on it with his teeth, a move that he knew sent thrills she liked intensely.
Moving to kiss her again, Pete opened her lips with his. Reaching into her mouth with his tongue, he found hers, starting the dance that was so much part of their kissing. But this time there was no back and forth wrestling for control. Ren allowed him to lead their tongue dance, something she had never done before.
As he tongue-danced with her, his hand started stroking her far hip, then the soft side of her far breast. He never stopped moving his hand, creating sensations which moved from her skin into her core.
He took the nipple of one breast between thumb and forefinger, stretching, pulling, feeling its hardness tighten under them. Then he shifted his fingers so her nipple was between the nails of his fingers. He started to squeeze. Ren moaned, struggling to keep the coins clenched as her response flowed through her. She talked to herself in her head “Hold on, stop analyzing, stop planning, just flow. Just hold those coins and let everything else go.” She did, turning off her inner dialogue, and just getting into the sensation of not having to be responsible for anything but holding the coins.
Pete felt her breast swell beneath his fingers as the pressure of his nails on her nipple led to the pleasure pain she so craved. Then he backed off, watching her face carefully as she sighed with longing for more.
Peter’s lips stroked the side of her neck, finding her favorite response spots, lingering over them. Then suddenly, he arched up, swung his leg over, and straddled her hips. Once again, he watched her face, noting that she first looked at his jutting penis, then closed her ideas, and then she tightened her fingers on the coins. Normally, she often took the initiative in their sex play, moving them from stage to stage. Now he did not need to negotiate these shifts with her. Her focus was on keeping herself from dropping the coins.
Pete took hold of both her nipples, slowly stretching and rolling them, pushing them back and forth between his fingers. She sighed and moaned. He knew that she wanted, even needed more. He knew that she wanted his nails pushing into her nipples and pulling them up at the same time. When he did not pull hard enough, she would pull her body back to get the pressure she craved. But not tonight. Tonight, he controlled the timing of the pressure that moved her.
Ren rolled her head from side to side, her fingers white on the coins, her lips white the pressure of holding in her need to tell him harder, more.
Ren grinned and shifted his fingers so that he held each of Ren’s nipples between the nails of his thumb and forefinger. He had carefully grown and shaped them for just this moment. Slowly, inevitably, irrevocably, he increased the strength with which he pushed his nails into her nipples.
Ren’s pain pleasure response arched through her to her clit, spreading out down and out into the depths of her inner core. She sighed, and moaned and groaned, still fighting back the need to say the word “more”.
Opening his hands, Peter moved them so he could stroke the sides of her breasts. Then he covered each breast with one of his hands, pushing her hard, pain swollen nipples into them, twisting his fingers into the sides of each breast He kneaded strongly. Her breasts swelled even more in response. Pete watched Ren’s whole upper chest redden, to warm and to glow.
Ren was starting to feel the first trickles of her inner moisture flowing out through her lower genital lips, curling down the side of her thighs and her anal crack onto the sheet below.
Peter reached down, taking one nipple in between his lips while continuing to knead other breast with his whole hand. First sucking, then tonguing, he worked her nipple, carefully watching her closed eyes and face. He could feel the heat from her chest rising onto his cheeks.
Continuously firmly, steadily, he worked on her nipple with his mouth, pulling, sucking, rolling it with his lips. Bringing his teeth into play, he pushed her nipple against the inside of his upper teeth, using his tongue and lips to roll it along them. Then he caught the nipple between his teeth, sliding them along it, incrementally increasing the pressure he was exerting. Then, at first gently, then strongly, he bit into her nipple, all the while carefully watching her face to make sure that he did not trip her over her pain-pleasure threshold into pure pain.
Ren was grooving on her pain / pleasure border. The level that was pain pleasure and not pure pain just kept getting higher and higher. She lost all sense of the external world. She just rode up on the ever increasing pain pleasure Pete was giving her, arching her back into it, gushing more and more fluid out from between her genital lips. By now, she was holding onto the coins without thinking, just keeping Pete doing what he was doing.
Pete show a sudden shift behind her closed eyes. He backed off, soft fingers replacing teeth on the bitten nipple, and his teeth and lips replacing fingers on the other. Content in his control, Pete once again used teeth, lips and fingers on this nipple to bring Ren just to the edge of pure pain. He knew she was close to orgasm, but he had no intention of taking her over that edge now.
Carefully, moving slowly so that he could keep her nipple rolling in between his teeth, he moved a hand to cover the bushy mound at her legs’ join. He brushed her pubic hair ever so softly, sensing the moisture flowing from within her. Slowly, he slid his fingers along her outer lips, so that the mound of her pubis was centered in his palm. Holding her there, he slowly let her nipple slide out of first his teeth, and then his lips.
As Pete’s hand cupped her, Ren could feel the flow of energy within her shift and flow into every part of her. She arched her back gently, feeling the energy of sex through the muscles of her entire body, head to toe. When Pete stopped moving and stilled his body, she felt suspended on her current level of sensation.
Pete moved his fingers, slowly parting her moist outer lips to find and stroke her inner ones, moist and soft with her body’s flow. Ren’s level of arousal climbed up slowly as he softly stroked, to her next degree of intensity. Pete had brought her to a new level of explosive possibility, without tipping her over into the release of orgasm. She knew this without thinking, without ever letting go of the coins.
Watching her, Pete smiled and knew that she was ready to go on. Gentaly, he arched his middle finger into her inner core, searching for the soft roughness on the upper surface which marked her G-spot. Once he was stroking it softly, he moved his other hand down under her bum, searching for and finding the puckered skin of her rear hole. Placing the tip of his finger on it, he gently slid it round in a circular fashion, his movement made easier by her inner moisture which was flowing down her anal crack onto the sheet below.
Smiling to himself, coordinating the movement of his fingers, first G-spot and then anus, Pete brought her up to the next level of response, once again suspending her on the edge of tipping over. He watched her fingers. No longer white with tension, they still kept those six coins firmly under control.
As he stroked her, Ren’s inner moisture growing, flowing, lubricating his strokes, Pete sensed the wonder of her clitoris rising up out its hood. He turned his head to watch something that he had never seen before. Full of a sense of awe, he marveled at what he could do with this level of control.
Ren her clitoris slowly emerge out into the open air. Aware of each change in her body, with no need to analyze, to think, to consciously put her awareness into inner words, she thrummed in her state of being. Her awareness of her pleasure grew steadily, reaching higher and higher plateaus, without coming close to collapse. She was shifting to a level of sexual being she had never experienced before.
Peter moved his thumb carefully onto the tip of her clitoris. Once there, he consciously controlled his breathing, deepening it and syncing each breath with the strokes of his inner and lower fingers. He closed his eyes, following the energy cycling between them with his total body’s awareness, not with his sight. As he sensed Ren climbing up to her next plateau, his thumb slowly tightened, increasing its pressure on her clitoris.
Ren’s whole body arched in response. Pete could sense her eyes rolling back behind her eyelids, without needing to see. His thumb moved slowly from side to side, shifting not just the tip of her clitoris, but its entire inner shaft, right down into the parts of it buried deeper within her.
One slow stroke, another, and then something inside him let him know that it was time to let her go. His inner finger fastened on her G-spot, feeling it ripple in time with the energy flowing within her/ His rear finger felt her anus open and take him in, her energy waves flowing out through his finger to the depth of his core. His thumb felt the explosion that started deep within her, channeling its way out and out not just through her clitoris but through every pore of her skin. His own organism came in time with hers, an explosion so perfectly synched that he was left totally replete, penis still hard against the curve of her side.
Ren opened her eyes and looked over at him. Pete was laying on his side. She did not remember moving after she had lost herself in her orgasm. Her lower body was curled against his. Her chest and breasts were slightly away from his chest. Her hands were tucked in the space there between them. She saw Pete opening his eyes, smiling at her with a level of contentment that she has seldom seen him share.
“How long have I been like this, Pete?”
“A few minutes, I think. We both came back slowly from where we were.”
“I lost all sense of myself without losing awareness of myself. It was grand, Peter. Thanks for taking me there. It was not quite anything I have every experienced sexually before.”
Peter grinned. She closed her eyes and seemed to drift back onto the memory of what had just happened between them. He was filled quite contentedness at his own sexual skill that was brand new to him. He had dominated Ren in a way that was brand new to him, but at the same time doing so had brought him a knowledge of what could be for her that filled him with satisfaction.
After a while, Ren opened her eyes again and asked “Where are the coins?”
“There are two in the sheets, and four on the floor.”
“I thought you were supposed to stop if I let them go.”
“That’s if you decided to let them go. Somehow, I don’t think you decided to do so. It just happened as part of what happened to us both at the end. We were connected in a way that went far beyond the coins.”
Ren smiled shyly in response. “I can do this again. But only as part of the way that we have sex. It is an adding to, not a replacing of, I think. I want what the other things we do in and out of bed as well. But I also now know I often take control when we have sex, even though I though did not. I like being the one in control. But now know what I lost as result. I want you to be in control more often, Pete. It obviously seems to please you.”
She stopped talking, and pressing herself against him, whispered into his ear, “but I want you to be the one who occasionally get you to hold the coins”.
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Flirting
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Posted:Aug 16, 2016 1:43 pm
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for me
flirting always involves
minds, eyes and bodies
minds to generate the loaded words
that simmer between us
eyes to make the on and off again connections
that signal attraction and possibility
bodies to suggest what might be possible
beyond this first joyful teasing and testing
Often the joy is enough
and we go no further
having shared moments
full of life and connection
Sometimes the shared intrigue
leads to a deeper exploration
of if and how
we might move to
coming closer together
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Getting Vamped
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Posted:Aug 16, 2016 1:41 pm
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She walked into my kitchen
And just looked at me
Me naive in my late twenties
Her in her energetic trim forties
We had met at night school
She had asked
If she could come
Home with me to work
On a paper due
She took a step forward
I took a step back
She took a step forward
My back was now
Against the fridge
Her hands reached up
One on each side of my jaw
She tilted my head down
Reaching up on her toes
She kissed me
Slowly mouth on mouth
Gently lips brushing lips
As I sagged down
Feeling my prick respond
Tight against my jeans
She graced down
Onto her feet
Tilting her hips hard
Into my rising front
Opening my mouth
With her tongue
She took me
To a place
I had never been
Being kissed hard
By a married woman
Her tongue and teeth
Hard against mine
Drove my reluctant sense
Of want out into the open
I knew then that this
Was the beginning
Of my first real affair
She was a revelation
Taking me places
Emotionally ... sexually
That I did not know existed
We were together 18 months
Before she moved onto
To a new lover
In that time
I became a different man
She has passed on now
But still lives
In memories like these
Our first kiss
One which started
A journey for which
I still give thanks
With joy
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Insights From A Kissing Researcher
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Posted:Aug 16, 2016 1:39 pm
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now to take us away from the romantic
I was listening to a microbiologist on the radio the other day
in a 10 second kiss, we share about 80 million microbes
if they are compatible - similar strains that get along
our brains react and direct the release of bliss hormones
if not
our brains direct the release of others which are not so pleasant
he also says that a first kiss on a first date
is a better accurate way
to find out if we are compatible on this level
than e-harmony like tests
his research indicates
that long lasting relationships
work better if the partners
kiss 8 or 9 times a day
more shorter kisses are better than a few longer ones
although a mixture of both will also work
also he says that eating together
regular touch - the basis for sleeping together
and bathing together
are all ways in which we share microbes
and as long as our microbes are relatively in synch
pleasure reinforcing hormones will be released
and
the relationship has a better chance of surviving
couples who "break up"
don't do these things
kiss regularly
and often sharing food
and the making of food
including passing food
from hand to hand
so touch each other regularly
during the day
and share microbes
when we don't do this
our microbes get progressively
more out of sync
travel by one or both of the partners
also take a toll
the best thing to do
after being apart
is to be together
in a way
that involves frequent kissing
touch and food sharing
including eating off one another's plate
all of which re-synch your microbes
interesting to think about this
from an evolutionary perspective
if makes sense that
our friendly bacteria
would evolve with us
in ways that contribute
to relationship stability
what a huge amount
there yet to discover
about the full depth
of the things that happen
when we relate
but in the meantime
all this reinforces
my desire to kiss
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Memory of A Kiss
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Posted:Aug 16, 2016 1:34 pm
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it started slowly
a mere brushing
of lips over lips
but quickly turned
from soft caressing
into hard taking
plunging deep into
into each other's mouth
capturing each other's lower lip
between teeth
taking each of us to the edge
of where we can be
and then the mode changed
we started to tongue dance
lips over teeth
tongue over tongue
gliding, sliding, teasing, tasting
diving deeper and deeper
into the joining desire
which led to my groin
grinding into yours
yours pushing back into mine
my erection hard against your heat
my hands pulling yours
up over your head
I pushing - you pulling
us back onto the bed
hauling off each other's clothes
hands finding asses, backs, breasts
nails squeezing nipples
all the time
our tongues dancing
one with the other
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A First Kiss
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Posted:Aug 16, 2016 1:32 pm
Last Updated:Aug 16, 2016 1:48 pm
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and so
finally I dare
reach over
and touch my lips to yours
and the life that you
flow back to me
through your lips
invites more
so our lips part
and our tongues intertwine
and our breath mingles
and we are drawn into each other
emotional connection following physical
soul connection following emotional
what a joy in sharing
what a profound affirmation
you give to me
in your willingness
to plunge us both
into the sensual spirituality
of a kiss
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Necking
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Posted:Aug 16, 2016 1:31 pm
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I can remember
making out for hours
and walking home painfully
but full of bliss
the right hormones in the brain
and built up back pressure
in my lower tubes
quite willing to go there again
from time to time
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Kissing Grabs Me
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Posted:Aug 16, 2016 1:29 pm
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an image on the web grabs me
reminding me that I am so visual
but a kiss that flows through me
from my lips to my toes
and then back to
the back of my head
reminding me that
tactical is what really counts
I wish you all kisses
like this
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Short leather skirt
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Posted:Aug 16, 2016 1:27 pm
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you know exactly
what you are doing
wearing that short leather skirt
a tailored white blouse
a white cotton bra
on a day like this
where we will be together
all day in social spaces
you know perfectly well
that each time I look at you
my mind will skitter away
from what I am doing
to images and memories
my remembering and planning
running together
I move you to stand in front of me
rucking the leather of your skirt
up above your waist
then I spin you
laying you down
your stomach over my thighs
my ass hard against
the kitchen chair we use
I always start by wondering
at the sight of
the globed rounds of your bottom
split in two
by the narrow black cotton of your thong
I place one hand
between your shoulder blades
and softly use the other one
stroking your cheeks
priming this part of you
that I love
so much to look at and touch
a slow sigh of glory and thankfulness
sliding out of my mouth
then you move
thrusting your stomach down against me
your genitals rubbing against
the outside muscle of my thigh
your movement giving permission
to the need that comes
from deep inside of me
I begin with a soft hand
slapping first one cheek
and then the other
stopping from time to time
to stroke and to fondle
steadily building up
the pinkness of each cheek’s skin
and the warm it radiates
back into my hand
as I do
you move more determinedly against me
I begin to feel the need
to hold you down with the hand
in between your shoulder blades
you time your squirming
to the pace and the sound of my hand
landing on your bottom cheeks
bringing on the flow of blood
thickening lengthening my penis
as I stiffen into hardness
the pace and the force
of my hand on your bottom swells
until there is
a constant staccato of contact and sound
changing pink skin into red
growing the heat radiating out into my hand
I need to push hard now
to hold your shoulders down
your movements increasing
with the rhythm and the sound
of my hand on your bottom
and so we go on
till from somewhere
deep inside you
brought on by the pressure
of your clit and lower lips against my thigh
and the force of my hand on your bottom
your orgasm explodes into your body
taking us both beyond
I rock and follow you
into our shuddering shared release
as we both come down
we end up with you sitting on my thighs
your face tucked into my neck
your arms around my shoulders
and mine around yours
so profound a connection
body to body
mind to mind
all day
these images come into my mind
distracting me from the people
and the things I need to pay attention to
at times
when I come back out my mind
to the here and now
I look over at you
and see you smile
just a little smile
at the corner of your mouth
you know full well
so we both
go through the day
anticipating what will
happen when we get home
sharing a connection
which adds so much spice
to who we are together
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It has been almost 6 years
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Posted:Aug 16, 2016 1:18 pm
Last Updated:Aug 16, 2016 1:25 pm
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6 years ago, my last marriage finally came to an unpleasant end. I spent some time here, hurt and desperate for connections and reassurance that I was attractiive as I was at that time. It is 6 years later, and I have decided to come back.
I have come out of a five year funk in the last 6 months, I have finally started to feel like I am alive again. But the funk has not been totally bad. I have learned a lot about who I am. I have come to a place where I am content with my values. I am looking forward to sharing passion, both intellectual-cognitive and physical with intriguing people in the remaining decades of my life.
During this 6 year period, I started to write Erotica in addition to the other writing that I do. I will post some of it here, (as well on BDSM.com where I also maintain a profile as DomandSensual).
Since I often discover new things about the world, and myself, by writing and thinking about the writings of others, I will use this venue as a way of doing so. I hope that some of you will find my thoughts and musings interesting. They certainly align with the Sapio part of my profile name here.
The title of this blog will be `Well Crafted Words Turn Me On``. That is not the only thing that does of course, but they do. But words stimulate my mind while visual stimulate my hormones. There is nothing more exciting for me here than a profile which does both - engage my minds with its shared words and attract my interests with its shared images. That is part of the fun of being here, even if many of those folks are local enough for me to connect them outside of cyberspace.
Best to you all ....
R
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