| Prince Edward Island trip | |||
| 08:14am 25/06/2007 | |||
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| Happy Hump Day | |||
| 09:17am 06/06/2007 | |||
 How is it possible That this man Can take me Can take What he wants By mere suggestion? How is it possible That his lust Can choke me Can come And steal away The breath that’s in me? How is it possible I hunger To be taken And be Consumed by him And not give enough? How is it possible I can be Oh so helpless Yet take From him so freely Feeding selfishness? How is it possible That this man Touches my soul With his Then lifting me To a place most high? How is it possible That he can Devour me With words While I’m alone And he’s in my head? I know it’s possible That he can And I crave him Need him Without limits Like no other man. without limits/g.gregory |
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| Tonight's the night... | |||
| 08:06am 05/06/2007 | |||
Our photoclub is having an art show. I have three prints for sale. One being the middle in this invitation. It's going to be a fun night.  Oh and it's going on all month if you're around. http://www.truro.nscc.ca/mccarthygaller |
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| Happy Hump Day | |||
| 08:08am 30/05/2007 | |||
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Someone was smart when they set our monthly photoclub meeting for the last Wednesday of every month. Now if I can only figure out excuses to kidnap him every other Wednesday. I love how you want this. The excitement and the willingness in your eyes makes what I do all the more pleasurable. As I place kisses upon your neck, licks across your stomach, and bites inside your thighs. The slow before the storm. The calm before the fight. To feel you, to own you, to posses every inch of you over and again. Learning the places that make you ache. Discovering new possibilities that we will be able to call our own. In you I find my smile. Within you I have found a warmth strong enough to rid this heart of all icicles. I want to take my time with you. I want to slow down even now and make sure that I don't miss a thing. Drowning myself in all and each separate thing that is you. From the way your voice soothes me to the kindness you have shown. From the reasons I have found you to the mystery of our unknown. I want to make love to you to thank you. I want to hold you to allow you to feel safe. As each day turns in to the next I want to remember where this started. I want to remember to never forget |
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| Rules of the Game | |||
| 08:13am 23/05/2007 | |||
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I kneel next to him, perpendicular to his body, my feet tucked neatly under my bum. His cock sways as if trying to get my attention. I so want to give it my attention. I watch, my mouth watering, as he wraps his hand around it, palm down. And pulls. As his fist reaches the ridge of his cock head, a single bead of clear liquid slowly emerges. I start to bend forward to lick it but then remember my hands are tied behind my back. He smiles triumphantly as I cast my eyes downward. Absent is the slightest hint of submission. In its place is something all too familiar. Hunger. Need. Desire with a force so intense I feel it's heat race toward my throat. He sees it and touches me gently, his fingers tracing down my belly before brushing across my pussy. I close my eyes and moan as his hand retreats. "Open your eyes" he whispers and I glance through hooded eyes at his hand stroking his cock. My eyes dart to his face but return to the object I am craving. My pussy opens, my lips swollen and moist. Ready. He rises and stands in front of me, his cock a foot in front of my face. He strokes it faster, ignoring my pleas. "Oh, please" I beg. "Please" It's all I can manage before the sheer torture of his denial rises in my throat, silencing me. He stands and watches me squirm, amused. Defiance flashes in my eyes and I raise my head and straighten my neck, looking directly at his cock. He ignores my bravado and takes a step forward. His glistening cock head is inches from my mouth. Sweat beads on my neck before rolling neatly between my breasts. He reaches out his hand and runs it through my hair. Gripping my hair with his left hand, he grips his shaft with his right. Bringing his cock slowly toward my mouth he stops when I part my lips. "Stay still. Keep your mouth closed." I whimper, knowing what's coming. I love this game. He rubs his head across my lips, until they are slick with the juice I want so badly to taste. Releasing his shaft, he runs his fingertips under my chin. My tongue darts out and licks the salty liquid off the glans. I resist the sweet temptation of taking him down my throat. I play by the rules. I gently bathe his cock head with my tongue, swirling around it to try and coax some more nectar to the tip. He moans appreciatively and his hips thrust toward me. He pulls my neck down and I take his balls into my mouth, massaging them eagerly with my tongue. Letting them slip down across my chin, I rub the flat of my tongue along the underside of his shaft back to his head. Looking up into his eyes, I watch for the sign to take him. His fingers loosen on my hair. There it is. My cue. I open my mouth and slide his cock down my throat. Seconds later I release my hands from their confines. He laughs but doesn't look the least bit surprised. After all, I made the rules in this game. |
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| Playing along... | |||
| 08:47am 15/05/2007 | |||
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Comment, and I will: 1. Tell you why I friended you. 2. Associate you with a song/film/tv show. 3. Tell a random fact about you. 4. Tell a first memory about you. 5. Associate you with a character/pairing. 6. Ask something I've always wanted to know about you. 7. Tell you my favorite user pic of yours. 8. In return please spread this disease in your GJ |
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| Happy Hump Day | |||
| 08:17am 09/05/2007 | |||
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There are so many things I want to do to you. Places on your body that I want to memorize with my mind and paint inside my heart. There is a particular spot on your neck that I have marked so that I can slowly sink my teeth into. I want to see your chest rise and fall from the view between your legs. I want to feel your thighs pulling me closer to you. I want to know that neither of us will ever be able to get enough. I want to kiss you a thousand times. For the first nine hundred and ninety nine I will still be attempting to catch my breath. I want to hold your hand in mine and marvel at how it fits. I will trace the lines on your palm with my fingertips. I want to turn down the lights and let the candles become our vision. I'll turn up the music and dance with you barefoot in my living room. I want to rest my head on your shoulder. I want to witness how perfectly you complete me. I'm certain that is why you're a full six inches taller. God made me that way so that when we danced you would fit me just right. I want sex with you to be religious. I don't want to ever be certain as to when it will end or when it will begin. I want you to come from behind me in the kitchen and grab my hips. I want you to bend me over the counter and watch as my short hot breaths leave a fog on the window. I want you to control me with the things your hands can do to my body. I want you to control my hands with what your body needs. I want the taste of you to linger on me at all times. On my lips, in my hair, and inside of my presence. I want the world to know I am taken by you without even having to ask. They will see you through me and all the love within me. As we love longer and harder and quickly become the envy of creation. I want to hold you before, after, and during sex. I demand that our foreplay last for days. You bring out the sex in me. You give me the courage to say and think things that before I have only been able to write. Like how I want to own you. Like how I want to tie you to a bed and make you beg for each and every touch I give you. Some may not understand the scars of love, but I know you and I will be brave enough to tell our stories. Because I know that with you, even when it hurts it will feel so damn good. I want you in my bed tonight. I want to whisper all the things to you that are currently molesting my mind. I want to admit to thinking about you naked and know that you will accept that I blush when I tell you about it. I want to fuck you with my tongue and make love to you with my heart. It's this love that we have that is amazing. It is the sex that we will use to continually attempt to bring us together. We may never get as close as we long for, but we will try every position possible. I want to sleep with you tonight. I want you to allow me to seduce you with my words. I want you to let the lows of my voice run through the insides of your thighs. Allow my pauses just enough time to end in a moan. I want to fuck you tonight with the words that brought you to me. I want to give you a memory that you will never forget. |
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| Happy Sunny Hump Day | |||
| 09:17am 02/05/2007 | |||
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I heard a rumor earlier than the end of the world is near. Quick, hump day requires you act on it immediately if not sooner. *grins* in my cave of wanting I am in a mood. Cover me in kisses and the weight of your body. Your solidness grounds me. Trace the outline of my breasts with your fingertips, spiral up to the straining nipples that respond to your touch in ways I would never have imagined. Kiss the valley between my hip and my belly, and follow it down into the primeval cave of wanting. Mingle the sweat that glistens on our bellies. Fill me with your tongue, your fingers, your sex, your seed. Rest in my arms, and I in yours, with gentle kisses while I stroke your hair. |
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| Happy Sunday | |||
| 10:57pm 29/04/2007 | |||
A man to carry my camera and tripod and kiss me by the waterfall. What more can a girl ask for?    |
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| Happy Hump Day | |||
| 08:13am 25/04/2007 | |||
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remind me again by perks© I forgot how long fingered man-hands feel when they slide across my skin cup my face trace every curve swerve to capture my lips with the tips as he inhales the scent of me I forgot my memories I forgot how smooth skinned man-muscles feel as they glide over my body smearing my breasts to puckered peaks making my thighs weak while he molds me folds me around him and tightens his grip I forgot the taste of man-lips I forgot how it feels to melt with a man to press fiercely, intensely unrepentantly until I opened up my eyes from between his thighs and felt his sighs in my mouth south of his lips I forgot the defined line of man-hips I forgot how a man could make me feel real unbreakable, yet sensitive shakable in the wet core of me impossibly sweet circles sending me relentlessly higher I forgot a man's fire I forgot how to be led by a man I took my chance and danced myself across him, up him breathed him licked and grazed across his memories kissed their importance I forgot the power of a man's glance I forgot the woman I could be until he made me see my softly sensitive skin slipping and sliding across him showed me how to make him feel like a man and set myself free I forgot how much fun a man could be I love how he reminded me. You might want to do any important things today before supper as I predict the world will end then... I'm having a real hump day. *huge shit eating grin* |
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| Sex toy shopping | |||
| 11:22pm 22/04/2007 | |||
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Saturday night in the city, adult store, boyfriend in hand, camera on back. Content smile on face. The sun's out, I'm in heaven. And Meredith on Grey's Anatomy (which I just caught up on tonight) sums it up perfectly. "Some people believe that without history, our lives amount to nothing. At some point we all have to choose: do we fall back on what we know, or do we step forward to something new? It's hard not to be haunted by our past. Our history is what shapes us... what guides us. Our history resurfaces time after time after time. So we have to remember sometimes the most important history is the history we’re making today." |
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| Friday...finally. | |||
| 08:38am 20/04/2007 | |||
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Aching There's this little place in the small of my back, where your hand belongs, caressing the smooth skin there. My breasts remember your hands cupping them just so, raising them to your beautiful lips. That look in your eyes that belies a devillish grin when you look up at me from kissing the salty skin of my belly, I see it in my dreams. My skin feels the phantom touch of your hands and lips and body. I want it again. And again. Nine hours until I have it. Over and over. Happy Friday all. |
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| Thursday funnies | |||
| 11:48am 19/04/2007 | |||
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KIDS WRITE ABOUT THE SEA 1) This is a picture of an octopus. It has eight testicles. (Kelly age 6) 2) Oysters' balls are called pearls. (James age 6) 3) If you are surrounded by sea you are an Island. If you don't have sea all round you, you are incontinent. (Wayne age 7) 4) Sharks are ugly and mean, and have big teeth, just like Emily Richardson. She's not my friend no more. (Kylie age 6) 5) A dolphin breaths through an asshole on the top of its head. (Billy age 8) 6) My uncle goes out in his boat with pots, and comes back with crabs. (Millie age 6) 7) When ships had sails, they used to use the trade winds to cross the ocean. Sometimes, when the wind didn't blow, the sailors would whistle to make the wind come. My brother said they would have been better off eating beans. (William age 7) 8) I like mermaids. They are beautiful, and I like their shiny tails. And how on earth do mermaids get pregnant? Like, really? (Helen age 6) 9) I'm not going to write about the sea. My baby brother is always screaming and being sick, my Dad keeps shouting at my Mom, and my big sister has just got pregnant, so I can't think what to write. (Amy age 6) 10) Some fish are dangerous. Jellyfish can sting. Electric eels can give you a shock. They have to live in caves under the sea where I think they have to plug themselves into chargers. (Christopher age 7) 11) When you go swimming in the sea, it is very cold, and it makes my willy small. (Kevin age 6) 12) Divers have to be safe when they go under the water. Two divers can't go down alone, so they have to go down on each other. (Becky age 8) 13) On holidays my Mom went water skiing. She fell off when she was going very fast. She says she won't do it again because water fired right up her fat ass. (Jule age 7) |
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| Happy Hump Day | |||
| 08:15am 18/04/2007 | |||
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In my dream, you stood in front of a mirror. You were shirtless, in jeans only as you stood before the full-length mirror. The hair on your chest called to me as I coveted you with my eyes. Your hair grew thicker as it arrowed towards the fly of your jeans, beckoning my eyes, my hands to follow and explore. My heart began to pound as I stepped behind you and met your eyes in the mirror. I put all the desire and heat and need I was feeling into my eyes; your look mirrored mine, and I felt my knees grow weak as I fell, trapped, into the depths of those dark eyes. I placed my hands on your bare shoulders, finally touching your skin as I'd longed to do. My fingers flexed, testing your resiliency. Your skin was pliable and warm, but I could feel the muscle underneath and I closed my eyes for a moment, imagining those muscles flexing and bunching as you drove yourself into me, hot and wet and deep. I ran my hands down your arms and slid beneath them, seeking heat and the textures of your chest. I flexed my fingers against you over and over again, loving the feel of you beneath my palms. I made a sound low in my throat, approving the feel of you. My fingers slipped up, up, until I could graze my palms against your nipples. I felt your breathing start to change as I lowered my lips to the tempting curve between neck and shoulder, licking and sucking your skin. My desire was building in waves now, breaking over me, whitecapped and heavy. I wanted to bite you, sink teeth sensually into your skin, let you know the unbelievable power of what I was feeling by testing your strength. I was shaking and hot and wanting you more than I'd wanted any man in years. You began to move against me, caressing my naked breasts with your back, your shoulder blades rubbing against me until my nipples were full, hard, aching - I let out a low moan. I've always been a noisy lover, but with you I knew somehow I would have the ability to bring the house down. You made everything seem more sexual, more erotic, and already I was drowning in my own sensuality. Keeping my hands on your chest, my fingers just lightly stroking your nipples, I moved my mouth to your neck and then down your spine in a series of hot wet kisses, sucking on your skin and leaving a wet, hot trail with my tongue until I was crouching behind you. My hands moved down to your waist, leaving the sensual touch of your skin behind for the less sensually rewarding texture of denim. I ran my hands over your cock -- once, twice, watching your face in the mirror from beside your waist as my fingers rubbed over you, seeking and finding heat. I'd wanted to touch you for so long. Now, finally, I could measure your heat and length with my palm. I made small sounds of pleasure as I felt you move in delicious counterpoint to my hand, increasing and deepening the strokes until I was caressing you from base to tip. I watched you watch my fingers as they rubbed over you. It was so much better, being able to touch you like this and still watch your face as you watched me stroke your cock in the mirror. Your eyes grew lidded, heavy, as my fingers rubbed over the tip of your cock, giving extra pressure at the point where base meets tip, then slowly rubbing my palm along your length. Even through your jeans, I could feel how hot and hard you were. I was dying to taste you, but I didn't want this to end so quickly. It might be the only time I could touch you - I wanted to make it last all night, if I could. I stood up slowly behind you, keeping my hands on your cock. I rubbed myself against your back, both soothing and increasing the ache in my nipples. I gasped as I felt your hands slide between us, reaching behind your back to touch my thighs, fingers sliding higher and higher... I moaned aloud as your fingers slid between my lips and rubbed lightly over my clit. My skin broke out in a fine sheen of sweat as your fingers slipped through my wetness, rolling over my clit like a marble in oil. The weakness in my knees was getting worse, and I was trembling so hard that you could hear it in my soft, broken breaths against your skin. I couldn't take much more without sinking to the floor. And there was so much more I wanted to do first... I moved my hips, once, pushing against your fingers, and then withdrew. Reluctantly, my fingers left you and went in search of the button at your waist. My hands were shaking so hard it took me three tries to slip the button from its hole. Slowly, I slid the tab of your zipper down, hearing your breath break as my fingers slid over your cock, naked beneath your jeans. I moved my mouth down your body again as my hands pushed your jeans down your legs. There wasn't a part of your body I didn't ache to caress with my mouth, and I fulfilled a dozen fantasies as I slid my mouth over your shoulders, down your spine, stopping to suck lightly on your buttocks as I helped you step from your jeans. Finally, you were as naked as I was. I watched your face in the mirror as I slid my fingers slowly over your legs, moving higher and higher. The hair on your legs excited me, such a rough texture, so different from the satiny smooth hardness that I could see waiting for my touch. I scraped my fingernails lightly between your thighs, watched your cock as it jerked in response to my teasing. My upper thighs were wet with my excitement. What I wouldn't do to just drag you down with me onto the floor, rise over you to slide that perfect, hard cock between my thighs and just ride you, grinding against you until we both came in a tangle of shudders and shouts. I could almost feel you inside me, hard and hot and heavy, stretching me as I slid you inside me, gripping you with my cunt muscles like a wet, hot glove. I stood up and watched your eyes as I slid my palms around to hold your cock. You let out a soft moan as I began to rub you. I slipped one hand up to my lips and wet its palm thoroughly, looking in your eyes as I slid my hand back down to rub the head of your cock in my palm. Your eyes closed, briefly, as you felt the wetness and heat of my palm rub over the tip of your cock, and then they flew open again, as though afraid to miss anything. I began a soft stroking motion over your cock, watching your face change as I gave you almost exactly what you needed, but I kept the pressure just a little lighter than what you would have liked the most. I could feel you strain against my teasing hands, trying to get a little more pressure. I laughed delightedly and rubbed my nipples against your back again as I kept up my teasing stroke, wanting to drive you crazy. I licked my way up your neck to take the lobe of your ear between my teeth as I slid you between my hands, whispering in your ear how hard you were, how much I wanted to slide my tongue and lips and mouth over you, how wet I was getting watching you in the mirror as I touched you. I kept up the light strokes until I couldn't stand it anymore. I had to taste you or I'd go out of my mind. All I could think about was your taste and wanting to feel you slide between my lips. I stepped around in front of you for the first time, looking into your eyes as I wrapped my fingers around your cock again. You jerked against my stomach and slid your fingers into my hair, pulling my lips to yours. Our lips meshed in a tangle of tongues and lips and heat. It had been years since I've had that kind of kiss, the kind that slides and entices and communicates every want, every need. I made a sound deep in my throat and squeezed my hands around you, slipping my thumb up to press and rub at that spot where tip meets base. I gasped and pulled away from your mouth as your hands slid up to cup my breasts, rubbing your thumbs over my nipples. I shook and shuddered for long minutes with your cock between my hands and my breasts slaves to your every touch, your every flickering stroke, whispering your name in between shuddery breaths. I slid my tongue between your lips one last time before moving my mouth down your body, sliding over your chest in hot, wet strokes, flicking my tongue over your tiny hardened nipples. I sank my teeth lightly into the muscle of your chest, feeling your cock straining against my hands as though it knew that heat and wetness were on the way. I came to rest on my knees before you. I looked up and watched your eyes as I smoothed your cock over my mouth, sliding my lips across the tip, the shaft, the base, loving you with my mouth. I felt your hands dive into my hair, rubbing my scalp as I touched my tongue to the base of your cock, moving in gliding, wet strokes higher and higher until my tongue was flickering with speed and heat over the head of your cock. I could hear soft sounds coming from your throat. I loved them. I wanted to hear you scream with pleasure. I made a point with my tongue and rubbed it into that little crevice between head and shaft, that small place that loves to be licked and rubbed. I looked up to meet your eyes and found them half-closed, heavy with desire, alternating between watching the action in the mirror and watching my eyes as I teased the tip of your cock with my tongue. It took all the willpower in the world not to drag you to the floor and slide you up into my pussy right then and there. But I wanted a proper taste of that cock, and I was determined to have it. I opened my mouth wide around your head and slid you inside, not quite touching any part of your cock, just letting you feel the heat and dampness that lay just a quarter of an inch in any direction from you. I slid you further into my mouth that way, teasing you, not quite touching you, until I could feel you at the back of my throat. Then I slid you just as slowly out from between my lips, still not touching you. I could feel your hands start to shake as you slid your fingers through my hair. I opened my mouth wide again, sliding you inside without taking you, letting the tip of your head touch the back of my throat, withdrawing without ever coming into direct contact with your cock. I felt as much as heard you moan at my teasing. I flicked my tongue over your head and looked up, catching your eye. You looked deliciously sexy, all tousled and flushed, and I could nearly feel your heartbeat through your cock. Keeping eye contact the entire time, I slid you into my warm and waiting mouth. I saw your eyes close as I let you fill my mouth to overflowing, bathing you in heat and wetness. As I began to slide you from my mouth, I pulled softly on your cock with my mouth, creating the sweetest kind of suction and pressure, as though I didn't want to ever let you go. That was the truth. You tasted unbelievable. I could have spent years feasting on that cock. I told you so as I slid you between my lips again and again, slowly, building the pressure and tempo gradually. I reached around with my hands to hold your ass cheeks, pulling you into my mouth, letting you fuck my mouth the way I'd always wanted. I could hear sounds escaping from the back of your throat as I slid you in and out, varying the pressure, sucking lightly on the tip of your cock on the backstroke. I felt your hands grip my scalp firmly as I set up a new rhythm of advance and retreat - five quick strokes between my lips followed by one long slow pull from tip to base and back. Five quick strokes again, fast like you needed it, followed by a heart-pounding pull that went down seemingly forever. I moaned as I felt your cock grow tighter and tighter between my lips. I held your ass more firmly as I continued to torment you with my mouth - five quick, one long, five short, one that went on and on.... God, I was so wet doing this. Nothing turned me on more than to do this to you, feeling and tasting you as I gave you pleasure. I wanted to slide my fingers between my wet lips and give into my desire - but I wanted to concentrate on you more. There would be plenty of time for me later. I continued the sweet torture for long minutes, feeling your thighs start to tremble with the effort of remaining upright while my mouth and my tongue did wicked things to you. I looked up to see your eyes riveted to the mirror, watching as I loved your cock with my mouth. Soft sounds came from your throat as I kept up the maddening, thrilling rhythm. I heard your breathing start to change and I knew it was almost time to taste you, almost time to let you fill my mouth with sweet completion. I scored your thighs with my nails as I switched to a steady rhythm, sucking you deep between my lips, flicking my tongue around the head on the upstroke, feeling you fuck my mouth just like every fantasy I'd ever had about you. Your fingers were buried deep in my hair as you helped me, pulling me closer on every stroke, moaning as the pleasure began to overtake you. I heard you whisper just seconds before my hands felt the muscles of your ass clench and you filled my mouth with a broken moan. The muscles in my throat worked as I swallowed your gift. I could feel you start to clench as my throat worked over you, drawing it out, stretching you on a rack. I swallowed every last drop you had to give me, and then I slid you softly, lovingly from my mouth. I pressed my mouth against the skin of your abdomen, whispering how good you'd tasted, how much and how long I'd wanted to do that.... ... and then I woke up. Four o'clock in the morning, I woke up, my body covered in a fine mist of sweat, fully aroused by my dream. I was so wet and so aroused it was almost painful to breathe. I thought about the taste of your cock as I slid my fingers into the wetness, slipping over and over my clit, sliding deep into the empty place that wanted your cock, until I bucked and bit my lip from crying out as I shuddered through one of the most intense orgasms of my life. I fell back asleep, a soft smile on my face. |
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| As a reminder.... | |||
| 11:39am 17/04/2007 | |||
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Marie asked that I remind her why sex is so important. And it's not just sex as I've learned. It's the whole thing. Being touched with gentle taps that send chills down to your toes, being kissed so softly that you want to pull him into you and smother yourself inside him. I could go on and will but for today one of my favourite poems, being the poem slut you know I am. And doesn't all sex start out with touch? The Lover's Touch ~ Diana Daffner The Lover asked: How would you like me to touch you? The Lover answered: I would like you to touch me as if you were going away tomorrow, far far away, and you wanted to remember the feel of my body, the texture of my skin, the hills and valleys that make up the landscape of who I am. I would like you to touch me as if you were blind, knowing that you love me, but unable to see me. Touch my face, my breasts, my belly, my toes... learn what I "look" like, imagine me in your mind as your hands explore my shape. I would like you to touch me as if your hands were healing hands, radiating love energy with every stroke. Feel the energy penetrating through skin, through flesh, entering into the cells of my body. I would like you to touch me as if you gained your nourishment through your hands. Feed on me, drink deeply, and draw from your touch the love that I hold for you. I would like you to touch me as if you were feeding me through your hands, as if by your touch I am nourished and sustained. Every inch of me cries out for your touch, yearns to be fed. I would like you to touch me as if your hand were a feather, lightly caressing the edge of my being. I would like you to touch me as if your hands were paintbrushes, and as you caress me, you are coloring me in brilliant, sparkling, dazzling hues. I would like you to touch me as if you were erasing the outer me, allowing me to reveal my inner self to you. I would like you to touch me as if you had carved a sculpture, and were now feeling its finish, smoothing out any rough areas, enjoying the finished product. I would like you to touch me as if your hands were fire, burning away the dross and leaving only the pure gold of my soul. I would like you to touch me as if your hands were sponges, soaking up the essence of my being. I would like you to caress me as if I were made of dry clay, and by dampening my skin you enliven my spirit. I would like you to touch me as if my skin were soft velvet. I would like you to touch me as if you were a musician, and your touch brought forth different sounds from different parts of me. I would like you to touch me as if I were a rare jewel, precious and valuable. I would like you to touch me as if I were your Lover. |
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| You can take back the fucking snow anytime now. | |||
| 08:54pm 14/04/2007 | |||
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All winter we have nada in the white stuff dept and since Easter Sunday it hasn't stopped. Enough already. The concert was amazing. Of course I love Jann and didn't realize she has a myspace profile. Of course who doesn't right. But the treat was the opening act. If you like John Mayer's style of singing you'll love this guy. He played with his guitar and harmonica and nothing else. He's very good. Very good. I'm going to find his cd soon. http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fu I'm still composing my thoughts on the icing though. It's more than just sex, of course isn't it always. Stay tuned. |
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| Happy Hump Day. | |||
| 08:07am 11/04/2007 | |||
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Come to me at night when the world is quiet and still. Don't you love being told you're beautiful? I do. But Hump Day isn't really going to be today for me but tomorrow. We're going to see Jann Arden in concert. I do love her singing and of course sleeping over at the Prince's house is the icing on the cake.
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| Happy Hump Day aka New Tattoos | |||
| 01:50pm 04/04/2007 | |||
   Instead of smut today. Enjoy. |
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| Happy Hump Day from the Flamingo Room | |||
| 08:49am 21/03/2007 | |||
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I'm here. Yesterday started off with a blizzard from hell, as normal but luckily I had the calming influence of the Prince to chauffeur me or he had the unlucky job of keeping the snivelling whining bitch under control. I arrived though, safe and sound. The sun's out, birdie tv is on, Chubbs is braving me and I'm sitting on the bed big enough for a football team, watching tv and typing away. I have the world's yummiest hot chocolate with a can of whipped cream on top, fresh bakery eclair for breakfast in bed, yes I love being spoiled by my best friends. It's so nice to be here again. I can't say thank you to them both enough. And since it is Hump Day... on with the smut. I had you in my mouth when I felt it. First, just a little tap of your hand against the soft skin of my ass. Testing me. Seeing how I would respond. I don't know who was more surprised: you or me. I felt the muscles in my groin clench. I let out a soft moan around your cock. I pushed my hips back slightly, looking to feel your hand again. I felt you jump a little between my lips as you brought your hand down again, slightly harder this time. My clit sat up and started to sing. I wanted to beg you to do it again. Wanted to throw myself over your lap and let you really lean into me. Went mad at the thought of your hand slapping against me, your fingers tracing the cleft between my legs down and down again until you could rub against my clit, wet with my juices. Dreamed of alternating between the sweet sting of your palm and the sensitive touch of your fingers rubbing me to the most convulsive orgasm I've ever had. I couldn't; you felt too good in my mouth to let go, even for a minute, even to beg for what I wanted. Honestly. You have the sexiest cock I've ever wrapped my lips around. Dildos and vibrators should be moulded from this cock. It's a perfect size, a perfect shape, a perfect taste. A siren song that calls to me. I couldn't give it up. I whimpered against you and wiggled my bottom slightly. Your hand started a lazy, steady rhythm against my ass. My first spanking. I went crazy, sucking and sliding you between my mouth faster and faster while your hand beat a tatoo on my ass cheeks. All I could think - shocking, naughty, but undeniable - was: Harder. Faster. Please. |
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| For Marie.... | |||
| 02:22pm 17/03/2007 | |||
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The voice of abandon... Do you have any inkling of what your voice does to me? The seductiveness with which you effortlessly enunciate each syllable? Your soft murmurs of assent? Your whispered desires? Your every sigh of pleasure? You are but a mere mile away, and yet the power of your voice is incessant; it inspires my imagination, captivates my fevered desires, solidifies my lust. Yours is the most exciting voice I've ever heard. I fear that I'm doomed, because yours is the voice of a Siren. It entices me, lures me towards you whenever it flows over me. It tempts my senses, coaxes my lust, banishes my reason. Each time. Each time. And though I might plug my ears, try to lash myself to a thousand masts of logic and restraint, your hushed words of yearning seep through my defences, make me hunger for you like a ravenous beast. Oh, I hunger for you now. Meet me. Straddle me, press your lips to my ear and breathe your desires into my soul, as your hands ready my flesh to satisfy you, as you guide yourself inside the burning, soaking centre of your own lust. Whisper all of your delights to me. Cry out your every need. Scream your satisfaction, over and over and over, until we lie shattered upon the rocks, spent beyond any words. Though it damns me, let me hear it all. |
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