baddandy's

Fragility of Youth

2006-06-22T15:20:00.000-07:00

Thursday, June 22, 2006

Life is fragile. Human life even more so. and one person helping another should be in such abundance that no one slips thru the cracks……

and yesterday, a child of 21, sister of my oldest sons wife, my youngest sons good friend, killed herself – and it was such a careless loss

she had been down visiting for Christmas – happy it seemed to me when she was in our house x-mas morning – her and all my family close enough to where we talked to her at length (or tried) –– she was shy I could see and having dealt with the same, i tried to draw her out - and she would talk a little and i could tell how intelligent she was – she should have been easy to get to know; and to love – she had an easy smile, that was ready and waiting for anyone that could get her to raise her eyes – and they were such pretty eyes and it was a beautiful smile – and all the while others talked, those who knew her pain – her depression, her episodes, and drugs, and alcohol, and a boy - and everyone who had seen all the signs – someone should have known – they had to know more than me – of all the sorrows she had endured - of real & imagined things – but by me, they were unseen – she was the same age as my youngest son – and it was him that helped a friend at Christmas, for she was his friend, who he helped smile some – that made her happy for most of time she was in our house – and all the time they spent together up where her sister lived – where he goes to school – and now she is gone from all our lives – and there is nothing that should ever be bad enough to bring about this end – one family is destroyed, but far more families live with the pain – and its just such a fucking waste.

(and no condolences to me or my family is warranted – we didn’t lose all that others did – but here’s hoping you’ve all got someone to hug on tonight)

we all have that desire to control in us don’t we?

2006-03-19T00:39:00.000-08:00

her panties are soaked, again, and all because of what she must do to him - because of his misbehavior - she knew it was time for a lesson - and it made her wet - and she knew he wouldn’t admit it, but he loved it when she was forceful - and she felt in the mood today - to tell him off, to make him mind his manners, to make him treat her the way she deserved - when he came in smiling, she told him to go stand facing the corner of the room - "right now!" - she didn't have to yell - she knew it was a command he wouldn’t ignore, for he knew what it meant - strip for her she told him, "slowly" - she took in every inch of him as his shirt dropped, followed by his pants and boxers - she loved it when he was naked - so she could gaze at his ass - it was hers, and he knew it, as did she - "do not move, do not turn around" she commanded - as she walked up behind him, she whispered "close your eyes"- and she grabbed his ass with both hands, squeezed it hard until she heard him moan - her nails left impressions where they had dug into his flesh - she ran her hands over his entire body - to feel his skin, the warmth of his body, his rigid cock hot in her hands - "no talking! i don't want to hear anything out of you right now" - she bends beside him, to pick up the belt from his pants - and kneeling, she leans into him, to kiss the marks she left on him - instead, she leaves another mark, as she bites into his cheek - he winces, his dick jumps in her hand, but he doesn't cry out...

she stands and runs the leather over his butt and down his legs - folding it in half, she snaps it together to make a loud cracking sound - he flinches and she whispers into his ear "bad boy! i told you not to move." - even as she finishes telling him, the belt slashes - landing on his ass - not as hard as it could have been really, but it makes a resounding smack - and although he flinches slightly, she notes the thing that moves most is his cock - twitching without being touched - hardening even more than it already was - she watches as the stripe on his ass appears - and tells him to turn around, reminding him to keep his eyes shut - slowly, she run the cool leather of the belt across his chest - down his stomach - up and down his dick, and begins lightly tapping him - along the shaft, and onto his balls - on the swelling head, just starting to leak - and then, just because she wants to, she takes the the belt and lashes him on the other cheek - she watches his cock twitch again, and is tempted to see how many swats it would take to make him lose control - but, after watching the red welt appear, she reminds him not to move and she walks away, into the kitchen - he hears her in the refrigerator - hears the microwave running, and begins to wonder if he will be forgotten...

soon she enters the room carrying a tray - he opens his eyes slightly when she places the tray down beside him - she sees him peeking - she takes hold of his dick, smears the precum around his cock head and reminding him hes not supposed to open his eyes, bites him - hard this time, on his chest - and as his dick jumps, she hears him groan - and feels his hand move to touch her - she bites him again harder, and releases his throbbing cock - "no touching" she tells him - she takes something from the tray and places it on his dick - cold and wet, the ice slides over him, chilling his swollen cock - what would seem to wilt him, makes his stiffer - another cube joins the first, and his dick is wet - cold - and she places the cubes in her mouth and takes his dick inside her - as he feels her mouth on him, he feels more ice being pressed in to his balls, running over the welts on his ass - the ice melts in her mouth as she services his cock - sliding his cock into her cold mouth, he feels himself grow closer and moans - she pulls off him, his dick twitching - bobbing in mid air trying to get back into the coldness - and again he feels the belt lash over his ass - "no noises out of you pet" - and his other cheek feels the lash - he hears her drinking something - noisily so he will know something is happening - the hot chocolate, hotter still in her cold mouth, is rich and tastes deliscious - and she enjoys it as it warms her mouth - and having drunk enough for its purpose, she takes a mouthful, leans forward and swallows his dick again...

the contrast between his cold dick and her hot mouth makes him pull away - but she grabs his cheeks and pulls him into her - another moan escapes him and she rakes her nails over his abused ass - he is silent again as she comes off him, takes more hot liquid in her mouth and begins to mouth his cock again - bringing him closer each second, her tongue swirling around the swollen head - her teeth lightly raking along his shaft - with her hands on his ass, she pull him deeper, shoves him to the back of her throat - swallows him the way he loves - she feels him push in, seeking his release - she feels his hands, as he grabs her hair, trying to be in control - but instead, she pulls away from him, picks up the belt and stands - "no touching - i told you not to do that" - a final lash reddens his cheeks once more - and with that, she leaves - and walking away, feels the slick wetness spread on her thighs - she waits for him in her bedroom, knowing he won't wait that long to follow her - walking to her room, he looks down to his dick, swollen, leaking - feels the sting on his ass, and rubs it tenderly - he stops at the door and asks permission to enter - on hearing her give it, he walks slowly to her and head bowed in contrition, stands beside the bed and waits for her instructions - he watches her, taking the belt, and wrapping it around him - surrounds his cock and balls - and she cinches it up tight - a low moan escapes him, and a disapproving look from her silences him as quickly - "not yet pet" she tell him - and then she stroke him, briefly - just for a second, but the blood engorged cock twitches with each touch - a large sweet drop of cum appears at the tip and she takes her time spreading it around the head - dark red, and swollen, each touch is ecstacy to him and he feels he will cum with one more touch - but she stops - her soothing voice tells him to kneel - and as always he complies with her wishes...

kneeling beside the bed, head bowed, he senses movement - and watches as she places her feet on either side of him - he knows she is sitting on the edge of the bed - her legs spread lewdly, her lips swollen with arousal - hoping she will allow him to service her- reaching forward, her hands find his nipples - "moan for me pet" and as she squeezes them, she hears what she wants - groans of pleasure - she watches his dick jump each time she pinches his nipples - and then he feels her hand in his hair pulling him forward, off of his heels - not toward her wetness, but towards her breast, so soft and warm - "nibble" she commands, and he spends many minutes paying homage to her - always directed by her hands in his hair - soft little nips at her nipples, hard and getting harder with each bite - his tongue flicks over the hardened nubs, and he hears her moans of approval - feels her stockinged feet in his groin, toying with his dick - still cinched tight, stiff and unbending - and she pushes it about, stroking him with her feet as she presses his face into her tit - she senses how close he is and she withdraws her foot - he feels her pushing his head - lower - towards her pussy - his tongue drags over soft skin, flicks at her belly button, and lower still...

her hands on his head, she leans back and pushes him towards her cunt - extremely wet, and hot - his goatee tickles over her clit and she pulls him hard onto her wetness, grinding his chin over and into her slit - his tongue piercing her pussy keeps her groaning - her body shudders as his tongue laps at her clit - long minutes pass as he pleases her - and then, her hand in his hair again, she pulls him off - she stands, above him, and walks forward - bending him backwards - she grabs the end of the belt, still wrapped around his cock and balls, tugging slightly as she goes - his head parallel to the floor, she steps over him, straddling his face, and lowers her wetness onto him - she says "service me good pet, and all i have is yours" - arched backwards, straining to stay in close contact with her cunt, he continues to eat his Mistress - long, slow strokes of his tongue - dipping into her fuck hole, lickin upwards, ending at her clit - again - and again - long groans escape her throat, as she pulls him hard into her - and grinds herself onto his mouth - minutes pass, and he feels her wetness on his face - and as she comes closer to cumming, he feels her pulling on the belt, tugging him closer to impending orgasm - she cums on his mouth - and as she throws her head back in release, she pulls - the feeling of her cum on his face, the throbbing of her cunt on his mouth, the squeeze of her thighs as she cums - they all combine to defeat him - one last tug on the belt and his cock spasms, long streams of cum erupt from his reddened cock - his moans into her cunt tells her that he has cum - she holds him against her as they both finish - then she releases him and climbs onto the bed - she looks at the mess hes made, and decides cleaning it can wait - "come to me pet" is all she says, and he climbs in beside her - and rests...

til you need me.

Not for puzzy - a continuation

2006-02-13T16:29:00.000-08:00

and then he was gone – she reached down, under her skirt to touch herself – and found her panties wet – she could feel the fabric stretched by her swollen lips – and barely did she touch it, before she started to cum – and she leaned back in her chair, feeling the waves flow over her – as she felt the throbbing, she caught movement and looked up – standing at the door, he watched as she came and she came all the harder for it.

the next day came and that day, and the rest of the week – and every day he came in at lunch, talked to her about what he was going to do to her after work – and she felt her cunt get wet at his descriptions – she had no choice she thought, but as the week went on she began to enjoy it – every afternoon she sucked him off, licked his big balls, swallowed his cum – and after cleaning him, she learned to tuck him away – always hoping he would take her – but he would walk to the door, and turn and wait as her hand went to her wetness – she tried to tease him into finishing her – lewdly showing herself as she fingered her clit, her panties pulled aside – an invitation that was never taken – he watched and waited – and as she would begin to cum, he would walk off – leaving her – letting her moans follow him as he left for home – until friday.

on friday, after he had taken her mouth again, when he was dressing, with the thick taste of his cum still in her mouth, as she began to touch herself, he told her – that come monday, he wanted to add something new – a different twist, or two, maybe – and hearing this, she pushed her two fingers hard into her open cunt – told her she should be ready for him when he came in – and as he stood at the doorway watching, she came for him – so wet it would soak into her chair – and she felt excited, and wet, all weekend long in anticipation of the coming monday.

monday came and as the day dragged on and on, she kept wondering what the twist might be – her appearance on the surface was much the same, but underneath she had dressed as naughty as she dared – the too small demi cup bra that barely contained her breasts, the garter belt and nylons she felt made her long legs look even sexier, and the barely there g-string – she topped it with a dress much too slinky for the office, but she wanted nothing to interfere with whatever he had planned for after work – she felt sexy and when he came in at lunchtime he noticed – it was almost as if he could smell her excitement – and making sure they were alone in their part of the office, he told her to stand – she did as directed and he told her to raise her skirt – and although the door was still open, she again complied with his wishes – showing him her near nudity was almost as exciting to her as having the door ajar – at any minute someone could walk by and see her flaunting her nakedness to him.

his look was lustful, but controlled – and as he rose she saw it had affected him – the swelling in his trousers belied his indifference – he walked to her and told her to grab it – see how hard it was, to squeeze if she wished and to recall what it looked like – then after an all to short grab at his swollen dick, he walked away and left her with a remembered image – his cock, large and getting larger – and the rest of the afternoon dragged – the image she recalled, the feel of it beneath the cloth – and she was in a constant state of arousal for the rest of the day – so wet she had to check often to see if she had marked her dress – and then, after what seemed an eternity, the end of the day was upon her – as she hoped he soon would be.

after she saw the last of her employees leave, she thought perhaps he had left as well – she felt anxious – but as he walked through my door, it disappeared – it was replaced by concern as she saw the stern look on his face – he left the door open and walked over to her desk and sat on the edge in front of her chair – no words were needed for what he expected – until he reached for her – as surprise registered on her face, he grabbed her tits, hard – and she heard a hint of cruelty in his voice as he said she was dressed like a slut – his hands forceful on her, grabbing her breasts, squeezing her hardening nipples – each caress sent shocks into her, his touch seemed to bring her close to cumming – and he hadn’t even touched her naked flesh yet – her nipples throbbed from the rough handling, and as he pinched them both she felt herself close to exploding – her body arched, pushing her tits closer to the source of pain and pleasure she was receiving – she was so close and then it stopped – her eyes opened to find him looking at her – and his look told her it was her turn now – it was time to give him pleasure – to become his slut – and she welcomed it.

she eagerly unzipped and unbuttoned his pants - he lifted himself slightly from the desk and she slid them down and saw what she wanted – his long thick bulging cock, hidden by boxer briefs, but the growing wet spot at the tip made it plain to see he had enjoyed himself to this point – he grabbed her hair and pulled her to his groin – pressed her against his bulge, her lipstick smearing as she lightly bit the shaft thru the fabric – his groan told her he was pleased and she moaned into him, muffled as it was – anxious to get him in her mouth, she pulled down the waistband of his shorts, and slipped them under his balls – god what a package – his cock and swollen balls right there in front of her – she sucked his hardness into her mouth – she loved licking and sucking his big balls, and big, thick cock – he tasted fantastic, and she would have sucked him off all day if she could have manage it - sliding her mouth up and down his hard cock, she was in heaven, and his moans, groans, and urging her on told her that he loved it too – but after only a few minutes of sucking him, he pulled his wet cock out of her mouth – on his feet now, his hand in her hair, she looked at his sweet cock, wet and so slick – she wanted it back in her mouth!

before she could do anything to get it back, he pulled her to her feet and turning quickly pushed her onto the desk – oh god she thought to herself – she knew what the twist was – he was going to fuck her, and god she wanted him to.

A rising

2006-02-06T23:01:00.000-08:00

she was half awake when she felt him stir - he had gone to bed first last nite and had slept against the wall - so she knew he would have to climb over her if he needed to get up - and he usually did - a full bladder made his going to the bathroom one of the first things he usually did - it also did something else to him - it caused that glorious morning erection she loved - he wouldnt know she was awake yet, and she felt him easing himself up and he slid over her - she felt his dick glide over her thigh - full and swollen right from the start - and as she remembered from on those mornings when he had taken her, it only got stiffer - sliding into her almost perpetual wetness yesterday morning as she lay sleeping - easing it in slowly - and soon he had filled her - filled her so that she stirred and came awake full of his cock . . . .

she opened her eyes slightly as he got out of bed - to watch him - she loved to watch him naked - nekkid he called it - the light from the approaching day provided enough light for her to see - his ass, white against his tanned body - she watched him as he stopped at the sink, turned on the tap water and washed some of the sleep out of his eyes - she watches as he brushed his teeth, and sees something thru his slightly spread legs - she stifles a giggle, as she notices his cock & balls - swinging - back & forth as he brushes his teeth - and as the room lightens a little more, she notices the pattern of 4 pale red claw marks - standing out against the whiteness on his right cheek - where she had marked him that first night - had made him drive into her hard - where she had made him hers . . . .

rinsing, he turns the water off and turns to walk toward the bathroom - she rolls away from him and she doesn't see him towel dry his face - or walk back towards the bed - as he slides into bed beside her, she feels him, his body slightly chilled against her warm flesh - feels his arm come around her - to pull her close against him - his hands cold as he finds space between the buttons of his shirt - the one she wears to sleep in - his breath sweet and fresh as he nuzzles into her neck - and she feels his hand moving down past the hem of the shirt, she hear him ask "and what was all that giggling about?" - and it is then that she feels him - as his dick slides against her - it was still hard . . . .

he had gotten up to brush his teeth and had come back to bed still full, still swollen - and as his hand settles between her legs, his fingers finding her slit, she hears him say "you're so wet already.." - his fingers toy with her, eliciting soft whimpers and she feels his arm wrap under her, pulling her tight against him - she feels his cock nestle between her cheeks, gliding across her moistness, her hips moving at his urging - her body is trembling, his touch so strong as he pushes his fingers into her, deep and hard - and she thrusts against them - slowly stroking - and each time she pulls back, away from the fingers, she feels more of his prick slide into her . . . .

"i love your pussy...so wet...so tight around me.." - the sensations his fingers create are joined as he pushes slowly into her - filling her - his breath, slow and even against her neck - his hand cupping her breast - teasing the rigid nipples, one then the other - she lays beside him, her heart's beating increasing as he slips deeper and deeper inside her - she squeezes him, her cunt constricting around him - the response she desires, a groan from his lips, a quick pulsing from his dick - and her first words; "more, i need more" . . . .

out with her friends

2006-01-21T09:33:00.000-08:00

roger didnt know how they had come to this - he was by nature a trusting person - but margaret, megs, his wife, kept surprising him with her odd behavior - always going out with friends - being gone after work for an hour or two and not really telling him where she had been ("with friends" she would say) - making plans without him to go drinking with everyone - granted she always came home looking like she had a few too many - but he had no idea where she was when she was gone - and her friends at work always backed her up, saying she was with them - she was their friend he thought and surely they would watch out for her and not let her get in trouble - but he just seemed to have too many questions that always seemed to go unanswered - she hadnt ever been a big drinker when they met, and he had intimate knowledge of how she acted when she had a few too many - he remembered how wild she got after a few drinks, their daughter being the prime example, when they had become carried away just a little too often - hed never regretted anything about thelr daughter, the marriage for convenience, the putting on hold of "their" plans - for 7 years, nothing had made him smile the way she had when he watched her - just as he was going to watch her this evening.

her shower would be a short one - she needed to hurry to be ready to meet everyone - since going back to work with real people, away from the house, she had become more like her old self - all the things she felt she missed out on with the birth of lee - she loved her daughter so much, but she so enjoyed her nites out with the girls - laughing, carrying on, flirting with the men that always seemed to approach their table - she wasnt the prettiest of the girls there, but she still got the attention she needed - the attention she felt roger had stopped giving her - it felt nice to have the men look at her the way they did - and she felt a tingle as she felt the soapy washrag glide over her breasts and briefly imagined one of them touching her - wanting her - and as her hand stroked into her slippery folds, she remembered what had happened the last time she had gone out - and she rushed through the rest of her shower, in a hurry again to get finished and gone. and as she came out of the shower, she saw her husband in the room, watching her - and she wondered how long he had watched - what all had he seen.

roger had just come into the bedroom when he heard the shower being turned off - and so he sat down on the bed to watch her, to try and talk her into doing something as a family - it was saturday after all and it would be nice for all of them to go out - and when he heard about the reservations at the restaurant, and saw she wasn't going to change her mind, he contented himself with watching her get ready - he loved looking at her naked body - tall, shoulder length hair, her figure was as good as he remembered it ever being - her ass, that had drawn him to her to begin with, her breasts still firm and proud, skin taut and gleaming after her shower - and when she turned to begin dressing, and he saw her, shaved and pouty, he felt himself stir - and asked if there was time before she left - time for him - she didnt say no, but as pulled on her panties, he had her answer - as he adjusted himself, she adjusted her bra and got into the rest of her outfit - and defeated he walked to the other room to see what lee was up to, found her talking on the phone and went to get a beer from the fridge.

megs felt bad to have ignored his request, and almost felt like changing her plans for the evening - until she remembered last saturday and she hurried out of the house - the restaurant was crowded and they all stayed at the bar longer than normal - admiring glances had come her way - and one drink had soon become three - then a free drinks had been brought to them all, soon followed by a confidant man - he was older, handsome and he charmed not only her, but all the girls too - except shelly - the beautiful one of the group - used to being the one that men were after - but this time the man wasn't after her - he was charming megs - and as soon as the waiter came by, shelly pressed a $20 into his hand and told him to get them seated in a hurry - it was time to stop this romeo in his tracks - their table quickly opened and the five girls settled in for good times - and maybe later they could all go dancing - but they would have fun no matter what.

rogers evening changed an hour after margaret had left - megs!!! he loved the name margaret and rarely called her megs - not too long after opening his third beer, and getting dinner ready for them, lee had come to ask if she could spend the night at her friends house - and knowing how much she enjoyed her sleepovers, he thought it wouldnt be a bad idea - they ate dinner and got her ready to go - he had dropped her off within the hour - as he drove home he didnt worry about finishing the fourth beer he had brought with him - and since it was still kinda early, he stopped at the convenience store and bought a couple more - it was dark outside, and almost 3 hrs after megs had left him - horny and hard - he wondered what to do with the rest of his evening - maybe go home and surf the net - find that cam site he had stumbled on - resigned to it, he drove toward his house.

the drinks kept coming - someone was making a concerted effort to get the girls drunk - very drunk - and to keeping them that way - meg and shelly kept guessing it was the older man who had come on to them earlier, but couldnt see him anywhere - they got up together to make a trip to the toilet and looked for him as they walked thru the restaurant - megs sensed how drunk she had become and afterwards made her way outside for a breath of air - she found the outdoor bar cool and refreshing and relaxed - just for a minute - closing her eyes, she remembered last saturday - how she had been drunk then too, how good it had felt to have someone else besides roger devouring her cunt - she couldn't help but imagine how the older man would do.

roger nursed another beer as he drove carefully home - he didnt want to get busted tonight - luckily he was in an area that had little traffic - pretty much the only thing on this road was the restaurant he remembered as pretty good - nice steaks, cheap drinks - and as he drove, he remembered the activities he had seen on the cam site; the young women showing themselves so openly, husbands and wives playing together, the one woman who had draped herself over the arm of the chair to be taken by someone with a large cock - roger felt his arousal - he had another 15 minute to drive before he got home and suddenly felt another urge - he had to pee - badly.

megs thoughts strayed to what she had done - it had happened not far from where she sat - in the back of her suburban - she could feel herself getting wet as she remembered - the tongue slipping into her wet slit, the long fingers pushed deep inside her cunt , the teeth nibbling at her clit and the way . . . suddenly her eyes snapped open - someone was watching her, saw her arousal - amd a warm voice asked if she was alright - said maybe she should walk around for a bit so she would feel better - and she reached out her hand .

roger saw the restaurant almost as soon as he felt the urge to pee - he knew how drunk he was as he pulled into the parking lot - he drove to the back of the lot and found the darkest area he could find and quickly parked and got out to relieve his bladder - maybe he would stop for a few minutes after he thought - he found a convenient bush and ducked behind it to shield himself from the couple making their way to the row of cars nearby.

the hands steadied meg, and aroused her - strong fingers - they guided her into the back of her car, and after she settled back into the seat, they seemed to be touching her everywhere - and she felt them pulling at her panties, pulling her to the edge of the seat - she groaned loudly when she felt the tongue dig into her cunt.

he heard the groan almost as he finished peeing - somebody was getting some, as he felt his dick thicken - too drunk to realize it was his wifes suburban, roger looked in the window and stroking his cock, watched the womans cumming.

megs hand pulled hard on the head between her legs, into her wet cunt, the lapping tongue right where she needed it, stroking over her clit, sliding into her, again and again . . .

roger couldn't believe it, two women going at it - he was close to cumming when he heard an all too familiar scream.

meg came hard, her cunt convulsing on shelly's tongue . . . . .

its been too long

2005-12-30T08:46:00.000-08:00

sitting in the truck, they were both quiet, the music sofly playing - sometimes lately words came so hard - finally she leaned over, he thought to kiss his cheek, but continued down til her head layed on his thigh -she turned slightly on her side, looked at him briefly and then closed her eyes - her hands lazily stroked his leg, his arms, while his stroked her hair, and touched at the union of her shirt and pants - he watched her, and thought of things - her fingers drifted over him, grazed his stomach and oh so briefly passed over his dick, accidentally to be sure, but it jumped when he felt it - and just then, his hand found a patch of skin, smooth and soft and he lingered, softly gliding over as much as he could reach without disturbing her.

she had felt him tense up as well, and could imagine why - it had been a long time for both of them - she felt such comfort when she was with him - so easy to be together - and she shifted slightly and her hand passed over him again - not so accidentally this time, but just a glance - she didnt linger, but felt it for the brief second - not rigid, but definitely as she remembered it - his hands continued their absent minded stroking - he had noticed her not so subtle glancing stroke, and his mind wandered, to their past, the things that had happened between them, and he felt himself swelling - and fingers traced slightly under her pants waist, and he felt her shift - he could reach her now - all of her if he wanted, and he just wondered if she wanted the same.

she seemed to stretch out, that tensing stretch we all do at times - and the arm she wasnt laying on reached out and, planned or accidentally, her hand landed right on him - swollen, straining against the pants fabric - and her fingers traced him, felt it pulsing, felt it jerk as she passed over the head - she grabbed it as well as she could, squeezing it, feeling it respond even more to her touch - his thoughts raced . . . here? now? but feeling her grasp him, his thinking stopped, he began reacting to her touch - his finger played over her breasts, the nipples becoming prominent as he stroked them, lightly pinching - and even this little caused a slight moan to escape her lips - his hand didnt stop there tho, squeezing her breasts, his fingers straying beneath the fabric to touch her now swollen nipples - and she shifted as well, her legs parting slightly, the hand she laid on finding his, holding it as he held her - her free hand, stroking him, from the head, down his shaft, and over his swollen balls and even then continued up to his pants button - and she tugged at it, got it loose and felt him rise off the seat to aid her.

his off hand tangled in her curls, his other reached downward for her - found her pants clasp, and with a flick it came apart - the sound of two zippers were evident in the cab of the truck and as she tugged the waistband of his short down, she felt his hand trace over her panties to find her mound - wet even now, but soon to get wetter - he toyed with her, his fingers playing at the edge of her panties, pushing in between her swollen lips - and as she felt him play, she reached down into his shorts - and grabbing his swollen cock, she eased it out - seeing his cock, large, slightly red, and leaking, she leaned in towards him - he felt her warm breath and looked down just as she licked at him - moans of approval came from both of them - and as she engulfed him with her mouth, his finger pushed into her - her wetness eased his way, and a second finger followed the first - her moan felt fabulous on his dick, and he tried again and again to make her moan - with great success its seemed, as she slid down onto him deeper and her moaning brought him closer.

realization of where they were brought him back to reality quickly, and as she continued stroking him, and bobbing her head, he looked around - and seeing no one, he contined his play, his fingers stroking over her clit as he pushed them into her - deeper each time - and stroking up as he withdrew, he played over her sex, itself swollen and so responsive - so long they had been without one another and she quickly felt him swelling, felt his tangled fingers tighten in her hair, and she moaned into him - seeking his release.

her pussy was squeezing his fingers and he felt her cunt pulsing around him - her tongue swirling around the head his cock did him in finally - all the sensations he had felt, the pleasures he was giving her, all combined to push him over the edge - she felt herself spasm around his probing fingers as he came - forcefully - and as she gripped his fingers inside, clamped her legs hard onto his hand, she came with him - loud groaning from them both, fainter with each breath - and slowly they knew it was at an end - not having the time normally taken to recover, he quickly tucked himself back in and she sat up next to him - smiling! having wanted, she had received - and she laid her head on his shoulder, quite content - she felt him looking at her, and still smiling, turned to him, kissing him - her lips alive; warm and soft - his arms went around her, pulled her to him and hugged her - hugged her close - one of his big hugs, and she felt comforted in his arms.

and they knew things would be okay.

it started out as a good day too!

2005-12-19T14:50:00.000-08:00

my heart is in disbelief - what my mind has known for so long, my heart heard today

the lover i have known for these few precious years can no longer be mine - and as much as i knew it would one day come, to know it with finality is hard - not for the love lost, for it was never a love between us - it is a tearing apart of something that has meant so much to me since we found each other - of a comfort that we offered one another - we needed each other, and she no longer needs me - and as much as i want it not to be so, i cant talk her into doing anything but what it is she needs to do

and my heart is in pain - and when i talk to her, it breaks - and it is an empty feeling

What? Me worry?

2005-12-01T09:08:00.000-08:00

we hardly ever talk anymore - you say don't worry about it

you hardly ever answer my emails - but you tell me not to worry

it seems harder and harder to get together - dont worry about it, you say to me

it used to be that you could hardly wait before you kissed me - but im told not to worry about it

it seems you used to want me, to feel me - beside you & inside you - and that too im told not to worry about

pretty soon, i won't have anything to worry about - and you know how much i love to worry.

what will i do then? when there is no us to worry about anymore?

a hot cold morning

2005-11-27T21:34:00.000-08:00

the chill in the room, makes me stay here, under the covers a bit longer - dozing in the warmth - and i feel your body's heat against me - here in the dark, you must be hiding from the chill in room too - i can feel you moving against me - cuddling against my back and i can feel the softness of your breasts against me, the crinkly texture of your pubis - you slept naked last night, as you tend to do when we are together - your breast are warm and i feel them press against me - i remember cupping them in my hands - last night as we made love again, and again and my cock stirs slightly - my body becomes aware as i wake - and i think of all the times when we snuggle, falling into sleep, my hands holding your warmth against me - i feel the tickle of your hair as you shift against me - and your legs move against mine, each of us warming the other - i feel your soft kisses on my shoulder and i begin to sense you are seeking more than warmth - i lay still and allow you the play that you seek - your hand strokes gently over me - gliding down my arm and over my chest to pull us closer - your breasts are warm and soft against me, and i feel you breathing - your hand moves on my chest, touching me, taking your time, finger running thru the hair on my stomach, and then lower still...

and as your hand surrounds my cock, it responds to your touch, your warmth - and i can sense the grin as you lay your cheek against me - slowly i roll toward you, still pressed against your warmth, on my back, making myself available to your touch - you stroke me, squeezing, toying with me - pulling the covers off of us, you bring your leg up over mine, opening yourself to me - and my hand, trapped between us, begins to caress you - you lay your head on my chest and i can tell you are watching my cock in your hand - it responds to your touch, swelling - stiffening for you - a soft moan of pleasure escapes...

your grip tightens around my shaft, gently pumping up and down, stroking and teasing - your finger tips explore the tip of my cock - finding droplets of fluids, seeping from me - your fingers circle the head, making my cock slippery to your touch...you rise over me and hesitate - still teasing, you rub my swollen, hard cock against your wet lips - they part without effort, as you slide down onto me - i hold your waist as you settle down fully on me - after the morning chill, your heat is a welcome contrast - each time you rise, exposing my cock, i feel the cold of the room - and then you lower yourself onto me again and the warmth returns - the chill in the room affects you as well - your nipples, swollen in desire, stiffen in the cold air - as the room lightens with the coming day. i enjoy watching you, slowly fucking me to your satisfaction - using my cock for your pleasure...

the contrast of your darkened nipples against the soft white skin make me want them - to kiss and tease them as your cunt teases me - you move with a slow rhythm on top of me - your breasts swaying as you move - and tho we try to make it last, we are lustful and needy - hungry for each other - impaled on me, you seek deeper penetration - pushing down on me as i rise to meet your thrust - you cry out - filled - and we cum - long moments pass, as the sounds of our pleasure subside - as you lay onto me, i wrap you in my arms - pulling the cast aside covers over us - we warm each other against the chill that has come over us - and together, we doze, waiting for the warmth, waiting for the day to begin...

Not for puzzy

2005-11-03T11:00:00.000-08:00

her new assistant walked into the room, saying his obligatory hello - he was cute but lately he seemed cocky - and thats not what shed hired him for - he did work hard (it was an hour past closing already) and everybody was long since gone – the surprise on her face must have shown as he locked the door behind him, and walked towards the back of her chair – the smile on his face bordered on cruel, but she wasn’t sure how to proceed – after swiveling the chair around, he looked down at her and spoke – he told her that for the past few weeks, after she had gone home for the day, he had opened her computer, checking out her viewing habits – sensing where this was going, she started to become concerned – not mad like she should have been – she was his boss after all – but she knew some of the sites she had been looking at lately would not be looked at favorably by her bosses – and especially not by her husband.

she started to speak, to protest, but he cut her off, telling her he had seen the ads she had placed on several alternative sex sites – explicit requests to controlled, dominated – and the pictures that she had downloaded to the sites were as explicit as her requests – sexual poses she thought would ruin her if they became known – and now someone she worked with knew – her mind flew, trying to figure out how to get out of her mess – and the sound she should have heard almost escaped her – the sound of a zipper being pulled down – the sound of his zipper being pulled down – and as her mind realized what she had heard, she focused on him again – saw his hand at his belt, loosening it – God!!! what was he thinking!! – and as she watched him, his pants dropped, and he stood next to her, half naked, his cock obviously swollen – she sat transfixed looking at his huge cock as he spoke again – “You know what to do. Now!”

given that he had read the ads she had posted, she did know – but still she hesitated – this couldn’t happen here, at work – as even as the thought came to her, he stepped closer – he pushed his big cock head against her lips – telling her she better start sucking and well – that he had more than enough copies of the ads she’d placed to send them to all the bosses and her husband – and even as she became mad at herself for being so careless, as his swollen cock nudged her lips, she realized she would do what he wanted – his forcefulness after all, was what she desired, his dominance so different from what she experienced at home, her husband compliant and at times a weak man – and as the head of the cock brushed her lips, her tongue flicked out over him – tentative at first, and as he told her to suck him, she licked his length and felt the excitement she sought begin inside her.

he moaned as she licked - and as she sucked at the base of his cock, he moved to her desk and sat back onto the edge – and her tongue never left him, moving from his shaft down onto his balls –and the smell of him was fantastic, a musky scent and she felt his hand on the back of her head – as he pressed his crotch against her, she stroked his cock, licked at his balls – he was moaning, telling her what a good bitch she was – she looked up at him – watched his face contort – her mouth opening for him – and he pushed into her with his cock – she had become a slut for his cock, just like in her ads – and the moans she made told him she was as much into it as he was.

her tongue flicked over his cock head, sliding over its velvet smoothness – and as he pushed his hips forward off the desk, she swallowed more of his thick shaft, as much as she could – slowly bobbing her head on him, his dick slid in and out past her lips – she felt both of his hands on her now – one entwined in her hair, the other still pulling her onto his shaft – and as he fucked his dick in and out of her mouth, fast and hard, she realized how much she loved what he was doing – he was no longer making her do it, she loved doing it to him – his moans became groans as she sucked him deeper into her mouth and she felt his balls contract – she knew he was close, she felt him stiffen – much too soon she thought, as she pulled on his balls, and felt his cock swell – his cock began to throb, to pulse and as he held her head firmly onto his cock, he started to cum – he had a huge load and she sucked and swallowed, and swallowed some more – as she felt her own cunt contracting, she tasted him – it was fantastic and she loved every drop, every pulsing squirt.

his cock was still erect as it slipped from my mouth – his hands moved her head to smear himself over her face, her tongue continuing to try and lick his length – to get him aroused again so he could fuck her wet cunt – he told her she was a good cock sucker, better even then his wife – that he knew she would love sucking his cock – and his laugh was a cruel as he pulled away, picked his pants up from around his ankles and put his dick back in his pants – he walked to the door, unlocked and opened it – looking back, seeing the desperation on her face, he said maybe he would come tomorrow – let her lick him again - maybe . . . . .

Tagged

2005-10-27T09:05:00.000-07:00

1. WHAT BOOK ARE YOU READING?
Tom Clancy - Debt of Honor
2. WHAT TIME IS IT?
10:24 am

3. WHAT'S ON YOUR MOUSE MAT?
my mouse - the one thats not in my pocket

4. WHAT'S YOUR FAVOURITE BOARD GAME?
risk

5. YOUR FAVOURITE MAGAZINE?
Girls in Bloomers
6. BABIES?
all grown up

7. FAVOURITE SOUND?
moans and groans (hey!!! its almost halloween)
8. WORST FEELING IN THE WORLD?
unrequited love for another

9. FIRST THING YOU THINK OF IN THE MORNING?
is today saturday?

10. HOW MANY RINGS BEFORE YOU ANSWER THE PHONE?
as many as it takes to frustrate the telemarketers

11. FUTURE CHILDS NAME?
rex

12. FAVOURITE COLOUR?

blue

13. WHAT IS THE MOST IMPORTANT THING IN YOUR LIFE?
family and friends
14. FAVOURITE FOOD
fried chicken, mashed potatoes, cream gravy, corn on the cob and hot peach cobbler with a scoop of ice cream (i know thats a whole meal, but what the heck

15. IF YOU COULD PLAY AN INSTRUMENT, WHAT WOULD IT BE?
the radio (a man has to know his limitations)

16. DO YOU LIKE TO DRIVE FAST?
only when im trying to keep the police from passing me
17. DO YOU SLEEP WITH A STUFFED ANIMAL?

myself

18. STORMS - cool or scary?
Cool, unless they have names attached!
19. WHAT TYPE WAS YOUR FIRST CAR?
a faded gray Volkswagon beetle

20. WHO IS THE ONE PERSON FROM YOUR PAST YOU WISH YOU COULD GO BACK AND TALK WITH?
my father

21. FAVOURITE ALCOHOLIC DRINK?
i cant name an un-favorite one
22. WHAT'S IN THE BOOT OF YOUR CAR?
my pickup doesnt have a boot (who put this together. a limey??)
23. DO YOU EAT THE STEMS ON BROCCOLI?
theyre poison - just like tomatoes
24. IF YOU COULD HAVE ANY JOB YOU WANTED, WHAT WOULD IT BE?
fireman
25. LEAST LIKELY TO RESPOND?
im not sending it to anyone

26. EVER BEEN IN LOVE?
on several occasions

27. IS THE GLASS HALF FULL OR HALF EMPTY?
i spilled my glass
28. FAVOURITE MOVIE?
Girls in Bloomers - the video

29. DO YOU TYPE WITH YOUR FINGERS ON THE RIGHT KEYS?
of course
30. WHAT'S UNDER YOUR BED?
i sleep on a mattress on the floor

31. WHAT'S YOUR FAVOURITE NUMBER?
74

32. WHAT'S YOUR FAVOURITE SPORT TO WATCH?
texas aggie football

33. SAY AT LEAST ONE NICE THING ABOUT THE PERSON WHO SENT THIS TO YOU?
she saved me

34. IF YOU COULD BUILD A HOUSE, WHERE WOULD IT BE?
on the shore of an island (one that doesnt get named storms; refer # 18

35. WHAT'S YOUR FAVOURITE ARTICLE OF CLOTHING

the last one that falls off of her

36. Beach and mountains. City, no way.
beach
37. TECHNOLOGY or ART?
art
38. COMEDY or HORROR?
comedy

39. FAVOURITE PHYSICAL FEATURE OF THE OPPOSITE SEX?
curves!!!!!
40. FAVOURITE TIME OF DAY
beer:30
41. THE LAST CD YOU BOUGHT?
Bonnie Raitt - luck of the draw

42. WHAT'S YOUR FAVOURITE PLACE TO BE MASSAGED?
i dont take massages very well - i give great massages (but if i had to choose, ummm. . . . there - ya know!!)
43. WHAT'S MORE IMPORTANT TO YOU. STRONG IN MIND or STRONG IN BODY
mind
44. WHAT TIME DO YOU WAKE UP IN THE MORNING?
after 6 a.m except on weekends - then i sleep in til 7

45. WHAT'S YOUR FAVOURITE KITCHEN ITEM?
Ronco swivel sweeper

46. WHAT MAKES YOU REALLY ANGRY?
irrational women

47. WHAT DO YOU PREFER, A SPORTS CAR or 4x4?
my 4 x 4vette
48. DO YOU BELIEVE IN THE AFTERLIFE?
Yes.
49. WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE SEASON?
Summer

50. IF YOU COULD HAVE ONE SUPER POWER, WHAT WOULD IT BE?
xray vision - hmmmmmmmmm
51. IF YOU HAVE A TATTOO, WHAT IS IT?
im ink deficient

52. CAN YOU JUGGLE?
no
53. WHAT'S YOUR FAVOURITE DAY?
the one i wake up in

58. FAVOURITE MEAL?
dinner ( or refer to # 14 )

59. IF YOU COULD TAKE A VACATION ANYWHERE IN THE WORLD, WHERE WOULD IT BE?
Israel

60. DO YOU HAVE ANY PETS?
Yes

A Departure

2005-10-12T22:32:00.000-07:00

the house was hers for the evening – the storm was far away, but even now she saw the lightning flashes, heard the distant rumbling – every one had left, so she decided to pamper herself for the evening – the quiet was enjoyable enough, but her plans included more that quietude – much more – little did she know how those plans were to change.

her evening began with wine – one of his favorite bottles and she relished the thought of drinking it all by herself, knowing the feeling she got from wine – even more that she was drinking it without him – she laid the fire, ready to light when she was ready – the snappling crack of the fire catching was almost as nice as the warmth it gave off – she finished preparing by lighting a number of candles around her bedroom, turning off the lights in the room and running her bath – hot!!! the way only she liked it and the way she so rarely had a chance to enjoy – to just steep without the constant interruptions – stripping, she paused to admire herself in the mirror and with her wine glass refilled, took a long hot bath, soaping her sensitive spots, briefly playing, tempted to continue, but the water was losing its heat and she wanted her play to last – she had all night – her bath finished, she briskly toweled herself and put on the soft lace gown that was her favorite; it was long, white and practically see thru – and coming out of the bath, she lit the fire and sat within its warming embrace to finish drying her hair – to finish her glass of wine – to feel the warmth spread thru her body – it was all having its effect; the wine making her giddy – the fire and the soft gown kept her warm – and the memories the gown held, and the brief play in the bath kept her warm elsewhere.

with her glass of wine, she stood by the picture window – watching the storms approach, looking at the lightning – it was less distant now and occasionally lit the woods behind the house – and then she noticed her reflection; in the glass of the window and again from the mirror behind her - she felt sexy (the effects of the wine) and turned again and again to admire herself – first in the window, the mirror and then back again – and as she admired her form, her hands began to move, to run over and down her body; enjoying the feel of the lace against her skin – stroking over the softness – she paused and massaged her breasts, firm, proud and sensitive – fingers grazing over the material, delicately running the tip of her nails around each nipple – and in swelling, they became darker, harder, and it showed thru the transparent material – a low moan escaped her throat as the stimulation added to her arousal – the storm sounds drowned it out to all but her.

setting her wine glass down on the table, and admiring the image reflected in the window, she placed her foot on the chair next to her – she pulled the lace slowly up her leg, exposing her calf, then her thigh – and as it brushed over her skin, it sent chills into her – the contrasts thrilled her, the warmth of her hand, the softness of her gown – and cupping her hand, she played the material over her mound – stroked it into her slit, not yet wet, but still sensitive – the lace gently brushed over her clit, and she caught her breath at the feeling – she pulled the gown further up between her legs, and when she was exposed, she once again looked at the window to admire herself – her hard nipples poked thru the fabric, the soft laciness falling down over her stomach and framing her pubis – she cupped the palm of her hand over her mound, her fingernails lightly scratching her thighs, between her legs; exposed – her hand traced its way back across her now swollen lips, teasing in her curls and she moaned softly – and the lightning lit up the back yard, coming ever closer.

and as continued teasing herself, a movement outside caught her attention, back in the trees, like someone ducking out of sight – could she be seen through the window? could they see that she was touching herself? how naked she was? how excited she was becoming? and the thought that they could excited her even more – her one hand continued to massage her mound, the soft lips becoming wetter with each touch – the other hand caressing her breasts, lightly pinching her now very erect nipples – the reflection she saw in the window thrilled her, she looked as sexy as she ever had in her life – and the idea that she was showing herself to a total stranger, that she was teasing whoever it was, made her moan and her fingers dug into her yielding flesh.

feeling a rush of excitement she had never experienced before, she continued exciting herself, while attempting not to give away the fact she was watching as the person moved closer – she was suddenly chilled, and moved toward the fireplace for its warmth – and closer to the other windows in the room – so she could follow where her watcher was going, or to let him see her more clearly she didn’t quite know – was her voyeur attempting to come right up to the house for a better view? she moved seductively, well lit by the fire as she turned, hoisting the gown again - exposing her legs again, up over her thighs, her trimmed pussy – her stomach tightened as she pulled it higher, exposing her breasts, her nipples erect and starving for attention – and finally she pulled the gown over her head, fully exposing herself – and running the almost silky softness of the lace over her body, covering, then uncovering her body – watching her reflected image in the window as she walked – and getting more excited from the feel of the lace against her – she sensed the stranger was closer still and she stopped caring if the excitement she felt was from being seen – and as the lightning flashed, her skin tingling, she saw movement out of the corner of her eye – closer still.

and the gown fell to the floor – naked, her hands swept over her skin, plucking her stiff nipples, squeezing her breasts, stroking into her wetness, offering herself, her actions an invitation – she moved to and opened the doors onto the patio, letting the night in and she felt the storm sweep in on her – its winds caressing her naked skin, blowing through her hair and returning the chill she had earlier felt – her shiver did not quell her excitement as she moved back to the fire – its warmth drawing her back – feeding the warmth she felt within – and as she continued to tease her body, she realized that she had begun performing for him – hoping her actions were exciting him, she stroked her hands over her body, arching her back as she her fingers found her clit – a long groan escaped her lips as she caressed it – her body suddenly aching for someone else to touch her – and as she turned her back to the doors, she almost hoped the person might come in, if he was excited enough – if he was as excited as her.

she continued to stroke her wet slit with one hand, the other stroking over her thighs, caressing her flat tummy – she could sense her voyeur was in the room, heard their soft steps behind her – and a brief concern for her safety, was swept away quickly as her finger scraped over her clit – she continued swaying to the rhythm her fingers were creating, and wondered if he would touch her, run his hands over her body – and as her eyes closed, she felt a warm breath on the nape of her neck – her watcher was right behind her – a brief moment of panic was swept away when a soft kiss touched her shoulder – then she felt his hands touch her – soft and delicate at her waist, then straying to her ass – all too brief contact, much in contrast to the hard embrace she was touching herself with, squeezing her breasts, fingers rubbing over her nipples, her other hand becoming wet from her arousal.

as their hands began to explore her body, soft lips kissed her shoulders, the nape of her neck, a kiss that sent shivers thru her body – she melted back against the stranger, swept away with the thrills that the additional set of hands gave her – waves of passion swept over her, four hands touching, exploring, teasing – tormenting her – she felt her orgasm welling up deep within her, and she surrendered completely to her lover – a sigh of release as the stranger continued to caress her – one hand stroking her thighs, tangling in the wiry hair of her sex, the other brushing across her stomach – finding and cupping her breast; teasing the hardened nipple, lightly pinching it – she slowly spread her legs, allowing the stranger access to her lips, soft and wet – the fingers pressed into her slit, parting the lips, pushing deep into her, dragging over her clit.

to this point, no words had been spoken between the two lovers – only her soft erotic moans, sighs of contented joy – both their hands caressing her breasts – squeezed hard by one hand, softly toyed with by the other – and as she approached her climax, her legs clamping around the thrusting fingers, she groaned – and sensing her release, the stranger quickened the pace of the strokes on her clit, wet fingers pressed against it – and with a sudden cry, she exploded into orgasm – her legs weak, she was held firmly as she regained her senses – she felt the fingers being pulled from her cunt – wet, slick with her cumming, fragrant with her arousal – she slowly opened her eyes, looking to the mirror to see the two of them locked in embrace – noting the slight build of her lover – and a her climax subsided, the finger withdrawn from her cunt was at her lips – inviting – and as she sucked the wet finger, she realized that this was not the big, strong finger which her lovers had – it was smaller; dainty – it was then that she realized – and as the stranger spoke, she heard a soft feminine voice whisper, "Please! Don't make me leave."

it is at this point that the story stops - as a man, my thoughts would be that the two of them would quickly shed clothes and inhibitions, make love wildly and be "caught" - by a man of course who they quickly entice to join them - but i would like the thoughts of the ladies who read this - please leave your comments here, or if you have more to say about doing this "wicked" thing, you can email me - i will certainly keep your wanton secrets secret - and maybe in that way, bring an end to this tale

so long rita

2005-09-24T07:20:00.000-07:00

will wonders never cease - spent the night with two of my sons and their families - stayed up til 3:30 waiting for the worst of it and it never came - i wont make light of it because im sure there was suffering east of here that i could only have imagined - other than an 1"+ of rain and a few broken limbs we faired well on this side of houston - hope everyone else did as well

have a good day

much ado about not much

2005-09-23T18:24:00.000-07:00

damn! why can't i believe the weather prognosticators - a week of build up to WATCH OUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! - and it hasn't even hit landfall and they're telling us "well it might not end up being as bad as we warned you it would be" - being that we're on the clean side of the storm, we're currently getting high winds and some light rain - but nothing like the misinformation that we've been fed - anticlimatic, thats what it seems to be - im not going to complain any more, guess i'll just wait and see what the rest of the night brings

hurricane party is in full swing tho - at least that's living up to expectations

And now for something completely different

2005-09-23T14:15:00.000-07:00

im all ready - and ready to get it over with - lose power - keep power - just get me to the point where i can deal with something besides the mind numbing hurricane tracking stream showing us where it will hit, might hit, could hit - ive picked up the things that could become missiles from the yard, battened down the hatches, boarded up the windows and just sat down for a bit - waiting on this thing is more draining than most anything ive done before - i dont know how people can do this continually and not want to move someplace safe - but between earthquakes, snow storms, mud slides, tornados and all the other natural i guess the only place like that is fantasy land.

the optimist in me says all things will be okay and i'll be able to talk to those of you i chat with in the morning - the realist says i hope i weather the storm well and that i'll talk to you when i can - i'll be here this evening - leave a message if you wish - if i have power saturday morning, i'll write something here - if not i'll send something when i can

puzzy? if i get to OZ i'll send you directions - maybe we can find one of the munchkins up there about your height and . . . .

and as bad as it may end up being here, there are far more people that will deal with far more than i will - and those who are facing round two in NO my hopes and prayers to all them - if i don't post anything tonight, i'll talk to you all tomorrow (the optimist wanted me to write that)

andrew

lovely rita - pt2

2005-09-22T05:10:00.000-07:00

how prophetic!!! they showed a slight shift in ritas track last night, and sure enough this mornings updated track confirms what i feared - here comes rita!!!! right over galveston, into galveston bay, up the trinity river, skirting houston just a bit to the east, and on up into east texas. i'm now on the cleaner side of the hurricane - how come i dont feel safer?

came into work this morning, contending a little normalcy will make me feel better. normal!!! all the freeways out of here are packed, but i go the opposite way and traffic flowed free and easy. i wish i had others fluency with words - to tell whats happening. i guess i'll justwrite every now and then.

a

lovely rita - pt1

2005-09-21T22:46:00.000-07:00

I'll take a Rita! Straight up the ass!!!! Waiting on a hurricane sucks!! I never knew what fun DB and other Floridites had all this time. And it's a big fucker too!! Ranking up there with the 5 top dogs of recorded times. So far I will be staying put. I'm far enough away from the coast that I'll only be in danger from the 12"+ of rain, associated flooding, the 100mph possible winds and an occasional hurricane spawned tornado. What must be worse though is having to run from it. Leaving behind a home and not knowing what will be there when you return.

The lessons not learned in New Orleans are being taken very much into account here in Houston. I work right off the Toll road and all day long, a steady stream of traffic was headed north. 80 + caravans of school buses, all kinds of ambulances, travel and horse trailers. Everybody's leaving. But they're still playing football tomorrow night. Can't not have football being played. That might get people really upset. I met an angry young man over Labor Day. We were down in Galveston and he was a fugee. He didn't want to be and in talking to him, thats what he was mad about. He had been run out of New Orleans. Didn't know when he could go back, or if he could ever go back. I'd be pissed too. Well, now he's on the move again. Galveston has been evacuated. I hope he was in the caravan of cars, and trucks and other vehicles I watched today.

And its not even supposed to hit us. Until you watch the news, with their 24 hr updates from the weather men, TV's new terror mongers, the storm surgers, bringing you up to date info on what's gonna happen. It's freakin people out, my wife being one of them. She's mad at me cause I'm not scared enough, or haven't bought enough emergency generators. Perhaps shes just scared and I'm the one thats supposed to get her through that. I'm trying, but then she gets mad cause I'm trying not to be afraid. Isn't that what I'm supposed to do. And then I watch the storm tracker radar showing the track turning; too soon bitch, I don't want a Rita that bad; starting its turn north before they expected, shifting its landfall closer to Galveston.

My mind was racing a while ago. Its calmer now. I guess writing something down calmed me. Wish it would help my stomach stop quivering.

my mind need its own blog - pt1

2005-09-14T01:36:00.000-07:00

i dont sleep all that well of late - my mind races, thousands of things and i cant keep track - i lay awake at nite (lots) and tonight isnt much different - except i got tired of staring at my eyelids and decided my brain needed its own blog - so here i am, 2 hours before i have to wake up and im still not sleepy enough to sleep - i need some wires coming out of my head attached to a computer that would register my good thoughts and ideas - sexual ideas & thoughts register somewhere else and then i cant sleep for a different reason (and especially on my stomach)

but the thing that kept coming back to me tonight, is emailing - i lost some chat buddies here recently (they claim to be busy, but how long does it take to answer an email) - i like the written word - i use it all the time to convey and question and i try and do it well (well, except for punctuation) - so i like to write and will carefully craft something to send - i write and rewrite til i get something that i think is easy to read and not to difficult to respond to - and sometimes when i get the response back its written with the same clarity and vision i imagine mine to have contained - but wtf am i supposed to do when nothing comes back? did they receive it? did they ignore it? were they so floored with the superbly written sentences that they dont want to belittle its perfectness? so i think about sending a "hey did you get my last email" - but having received enough times the; 1) dont try and guilt me or 2) were not ignoring you (should we get you a tissue?) response, i just wonder - i even turned off outlook today cause i found myself checking it so often with no results it further depressed me - so i dont get answers to things i really want responses to? should i worry about it - NO! - but i do. when my mind races and its 2 oclock in the morning and sleep eludes me, i do think about it - and a thousand other things - if youre lucky, i wont be posting anymore of the thousand "blogs of my mind" -- enough! im tired

full and heavy

2005-09-11T00:11:00.000-07:00

she lay in bed, on her belly, one leg bent and her arms above my head - her hair fans out all around her, and her bent leg just visible - a glimpse of her ankle peeks out from the sheet that covers her ass and one leg - she doesnt wear the shirt she usually sleeps in - his shirt - she makes him wear it for a while after she washes it so she can smell him - she lays half awake, and waits for him to come to bed.

he walks into the room, the moonlight flowing into the room thru the large windows - trying to be quiet, thankful that her bedroom is light so he wont bump things or do something to wake her - shes insatiable and when he wakes her he knows she'll want him - as much as he wants her - but he doesnt want her right now - he just wants to look at her - just for a while - all this time together and he still likes watching her - her hair, her smile - the way she walks - he just cant get enough - he takes in her sleeping form, spies her ankle and is tempted to cover it - as he sits in the chair beside the bed, he notes his shirt - he looks at her, sees the bare shoulder beneath the sheets and warms to the thought of her being naked - she rolls over in bed and he glimpses her breasts - and then theyre covered again an she pulls the sheet around her - he remembers her breasts, can still see them even tho they are covered - full and heavy, his pillows after they make love, as he tries to recoup his strength - remembers the times he laid still beside her, simply breathing and tracing the little ridges - he stands - moves to the end of the bed . . .

shes half asleep when she hear him come into the room, trying to be quiet -but she can smell his scent - as it becomes quieter, she peeks out of the corner of closed eyelids and see him sitting beside the bed - watching her and she is tempted to ask if everythings ok - she rolls over, her breasts exposed for a moment, but she pulls the sheet up and over them, feigning being cold - and pretends to sleep - her eyes mere slits, she looks at him, standing just at the end of the bed, looking down at her as he undresses - naked, he comes toward her and she sees his cock - full and heavy - and she warms to the thought of him coming to bed - warms to the thought of him cumming . . . .

Tagged on my Birthday - Thanks

2005-09-02T05:37:00.000-07:00

1. Nervous habits?
fingernail biting
2. Are you double jointed?
only where my collar bone is broken
3. Can you roll your tongue?
yep – tie cherry stems in knots too
4. Can you raise one eyebrow at a time?
only by lowering the other
5. Can you blow spit bubbles?
when I sieze up, im a veritable fountain
6. Can you cross your eyes?
yes
7. Tattoos?
only press ons
8. Piercings?
no
9. Do you make your bed daily?
no
10. Which shoe goes on first?
I wear boots most days - left
11. Speaking of shoes, have you ever thrown one at someone?
ive dodged a few
12. On average, how much money do you carry?
$50, decreasing til payday
13. What jewellry do you wear 24/7?24 hours a day?
I don’t wear any
14. Favourite piece of clothing?
socks, unless im wearing sandals

FOOD
15. Do you twist your spaghetti or cut it?
twist
16. Have you ever eaten Spam?
long ago and far away
17. Do you use extra salt on your food?
I use tony cacheres

18. How many cereals in your cupboard?
a few good ones (frosted flakes, capt crunch) and a few others

19. What is your favourite beverage?
Ice cold beer on a hot day (or Coke)
20. What is your favourite fast food restaurant?
Panchos (I knows its not really fast) but raise the flag, & they bring food to your table
21. Do you cook?
yes

GROOMING
22. How often do you brush your teeth?
once a day and before I plan on kissing
23. Hair drying method?
towel
24. Have you ever coloured/highlighted your hair?
which hair ? (im follically challenged)

MANNERS
25. Do you swear?
on occasion I have been know to.
26. Do you ever spit?
i have to – its genetic

FAVOURITES
27. Animal?
dog
28. Food?
moms fried chicken, mashed potatos, cream gravy, corn on the cob and cobbler
29. Month
december
30. Day?
saturday
31. Cartoon?
rarely if ever, but simpsons
32. Shoe brand?
boots – durangos at the moment
33. Subject in school?
studying the beauty of women – continuing education
34. Color?
im told blue is my color
35. Sport?
rugby
36. TV Shows?
cheaters
37. Thing To Do In The Spring?
work on body before tanning
38. Thing To Do In The Summer?
tan
39. Thing To Do In The Autumn?
camp
40. Thing To Do In The Winter?
snuggle
41. In The CD Player?
bonny raitt
42. Person you talk on the phone most with?
kimmi
43. Reading?
historical fiction – Jean Auel
44. Do you regularly check yourself out in store windows/mirrors?
no – its frightening
45. What colour is your bedroom?
white/white
46. Do you use an alarm clock?
my mind needs one/my body doesn’t like to sleep tho
47. Window seat or aisle?
depends on who I have to share with
48. What's your sleeping position?
prone – unless I blog too long and then its L shaped
49. Even in hot weather do you use a blanket?
no
50. Do you snore?
im told I do – but I tell her she does and she doesn’t believe me, so . . . .
51. Do you sleepwalk?
no
52. Do you talk in your sleep?
no – I can pretend if shes listening
53. Do you sleep with stuffed animals?
only myself
54. How about with the light on?
no
55. Do you fall asleep with the radio or TV on?
on occasion
56. Last interesting person you met.
I haven’t met her yet, but we chat sometimes

Since Natalia is curious about tags, she can have this one to learn on

Last Volume of this Work

2005-08-31T12:27:00.000-07:00

and she slept on, warm and snuggled deep beneath their quilt . . . and as the night came closer to ending, her sleep deepened . . . she possessed him still . . . hers to hold, to want for nothing . . . the dreaming more intense, and he would take her . . . make her his, if only for the moment . . .

she stood in front of him, her body shaking from the force of her orgasm - wrapping his arms around her, he held her hard to his chest – steadying her – felt her pounding heart, the trickle of a tear on his chest – and held still, her head on his shoulder - he whispered in her ear, something that made her smile – and hold onto his arms as he hugged her – strong arms wrapping her up, claiming her – he kissed her cheek then, and another soft kiss on her neck – and she sighed when his lips touched her shoulder, gently nibbling her skin – and her eyes closed, a low moan escaping her lips.

his hands slid over her – down her back, around and behind her – stroked the beginnings of her ass - her hands came up to touch him – to the shape of his beard, the line of his jaw – and she looked up at his rugged face – he didn’t think he was handsome, but she saw it – in his eyes, his lips – and in his smile, as she started losing herself in him – running the palms of her hands over him, she began the kissing – her lips touched his neck, and she could feel his pulse, sense his breathing – soft kisses at his ear, her breathing warm and moist – only to vanish and reappear on his chest – she was enjoying him – toying with him, his skin warm and alive underneath her fingers.

and his hands moved up and into her hair, still damp – her kisses, trailing down his chest – just above his nipple – lower still – her tongue flicking over its hard little nub, making him moan – then sharp teeth bit at his nipple, eliciting a growl – and suddenly he lifted her up – into his arms, making her squeal in surprise – laughing with delight – he carried her out of the bathroom – in his arms – saying nothing – and she could feel a trembling begin – her arms around his neck, her head laid down against his shoulder, nuzzling him – and reaching the bed, both of them naked, she feels the head of his hardened cock – grazing against her as he gently lays her on the bed – through lustful eyes, she sees again how big he is.

she stares at him, wondering why he waits – he should be ravishing her – and she remembers the walk thru the airport – slow, methodical – after all this time waiting, he won’t rush – he towers over her, looks down at her – he can hardly stand the wait – she reaches out for him, grabs his cock – hard and leaking and lays back on the bed – drawing him forward – finally he will have her, and it takes all his will power to keep from taking her quickly – he lays beside her, feels her shaking in anticipation – lays a hand on her cheek, caressing her skin – gently saying "finally!"

and she smiles – pulling him to her, wanting him on top of her – he starts to kiss her and she pulls at him – "please...I want to feel you on me." – he very slowly lays over her, as her legs open for him – he takes his weight on his elbows – his hip pressing her down, feeling her warmth – feeling her how wet she is – his cock hard, nestled against her wetness – so close to her slit and he is tempted to slide into her – his fingers tangle in her hair – holding her close and they kiss, slow, tender – he can see it in her eyes – so much in need of him, so wanting – she tells him she has been without anyone – for so long.

kissing her again, he smiles and whispers " our first time will be like your first time then. " – her blush, the slight nod of her head – she seems like an innocent, eager to be taught – but he knows what she is capable of doing to him, and he can't wait - he moves on her – his cock easing forward – a gasp, as she feels the head against her lips, barely parting them – she groans and pushes against him – taking in just a little more – she whimpers when he won't move deeper – pulling back just enough, allowing his dick to nestle between her swollen lips – sliding through them, making her moan as he slides over her clit – looking up at him, her expression of almost hurt, begging him now, wanting him inside – her eyes plead with him now, and he knows he won’t wait much longer.

their bodies touching, his hands in her hair – holding her in his arms – his eyes holding her, looking deep into her soul – slowly he pulls back, she lies beneath him, her whole body alive, thrumming with anticipation – and he stops! - he’s waiting again! the fucker!! – her hands slide up and over his waist, grabs him, trying to pull him in – no more methodical – as he speaks her name, her fingernails rake over his ass – and he sinks into her tight, velvety softness – she has marked him as hers – he has taken her as his.

he buries himself into her – the feeling of her cunt wrapping around him takes his breath away – he didn't expect this – she took him so easily, all of him – one thrust and she was his – but so new to him, so tight – she cries out like she must have that first time, when she surrendered herself – and he feels her cum on him – making him moan as she arches her body beneath him, and he is lost.

he tries to move slowly – wanting her to enjoy, wanting to enjoy her – wanting to, but he can’t – he moves in her, her pussy sucks him deeper – and now it is he who cries out – a loud lustful groan – his thrusts becoming faster, her cunt mouth taking him – she bucks against him now, as his hard prick hits her sex – making her scream with each thrust, and each scream makes him hungrier.

he moans as he pushes harder into her – she holds onto him as he takes her, the pain inside from his thrusts making her sore – making her cum again on him – taking him closer – making him ready . . .

. . . and ever so slowly, dawn approaches, and the light filters into the room . . . she stirs, stretching, feels the familiar hunger returning . . . lazily she rolls to her side . . . listening . . . and she hears it . . . hears him . . . his heavy breathing, steady and deep . . . and the sweet ache she felt from last nite, from all the nites fuels her hunger . . . she rolls next to him, touches the long faded marks on his butt, and molds herself against him . . . and reaches for him . . . again . . . how long has it been since he showed up at her door, smiling that smile, wanting her . . . the days had become weeks which became months and still he stayed . . . how long?

not long enough! no, not even close.

written a while back - it still means as much as ever

2005-08-30T05:37:00.000-07:00

i didn't sleep well last nite - wild and erotic images kept invading my dreams

i was alone, showering and 'she' kept appearing - always the same woman, the one that fills the erotic void in my mind - bending in front of me or appearing behind me, washing my back ... with a soapy sudsy washcloth.... or leaned back under the shower to let her cropped mane wash clean of shampoo .... by her mere presence, tormenting me, torturingly!!!!

and i wake - and the soft breathing beside me tell me i am not alone - but its not her

and i am alone again

The Seven Things

2005-08-26T20:27:00.000-07:00

my blog flag waves proudly, as is should for a site formerly so smutty - but someone asked this of me (and you'll pay severly) - so follows
THE SEVEN THINGS...

seven things I plan to do before I die:
1) rid myself of love not there
2) escape from a loveless marriage
3) go somewhere ive always wanted instead of just dreaming about it
4) find a better lover
5) teach her how to be even better
6) have someone, after theyve known me long enough, that cares about me more, or at least as much, as i care about them
7) go horse back riding in the north carolina mountains, up past the waterfalls, where the only sounds are the wind in the trees - and a sultry voice, whispering sweet nothings to me

seven things I can do:
1) lie - quite well at times
2) care about the people i dont lie to
3) live in a loveless marriage
4) bring humor to most any situation
5) tolerate most people
6) moan - loud, long and often
7) play with my dogs, and not care that i act childlike

seven things I can't do:
1) not smile when i see someone i care about
2) escape
3) not feel guilty about wanting to
4) make someone love me
5) sleep in past 7:00 am
6) dive - scuba, sky, stage (tho, i am pretty good at muff )
7) be mean

seven things that attract me to the opposite sex:
1) a sultry voice (like wantings - i just know it has to be)
2) nice puppies
3) her smile
4) deep eyes - the kind that draw you in
5) a sexy belly button
6) curves in all the right places
7) sacral dimples

seven things I say the most:
1) ya'll
2) i'm a mean mean man
3) would you like to?
4) thank you
5) dang it
6) yes sir
7) may i have another Mistress?

seven celebrity crushes (no particular order):
1) sophia loren - in her prime or right now; curvalicious
2) raquel welch - full figured gal; rubenesque
3) alyssa milano - watched her grow to womanhood
4) terri hatcher - i'll be her clark kent
5) eva longoria - latina personified
6) jessica alba - ever since dark angel
7) angelina jolie - just to see what all the fuss is about

a story of a different color

2005-08-22T11:17:00.000-07:00

the darkness surrounds you - you feel a slight chill as though someone is there, close by - a lightning flash lights up the room - for only a moment - you see a silhouette illuminated near the door - you can feel him drawing nearer, his tall, lean body, muscles gleaming in that flash of light - behind you now, a soft whisper breaks the silence...'ssshhhhhh' is all he says.

he reaches up, gently strokes your cheek and a shiver, like electricity, flows through your body - he brushes your hair back from your neck, you feel his warm breath - it causes you to tremble, part excitement, part fear - you feel his lips, moist and warm, slowly kissing your neck - a soft moan escapes your lips - he lingers - and then your feel his lips trail to your shoulders - he caresses your arms and you are lost in his touch.

the straps of your blouse fall down off your shoulders - he traces the curves of your body, his hands warm even thru your clothes - your nipples harden and press against the fabric - his hand grazes them - another moan - yours or his? he reaches beneath your breasts and wraps arms around you - big arms, strong - you jump as you feel his fingers tease along your stomach - and up higher they go - to waiting breasts - he pulls you in close to him and you realize how strong and built he is - he gently strokes your breasts, playfully teases your nipples between his thumb and finger - toying with them - toying with you.

another flash of lightning - you try to turn, to see who is tormenting you - his bulk prevents it - he wont allow it - not knowing why, you trust his every move - his breath is heavy, moist and sweet against your neck and yours grows faster - you can feel him stiffen, growing against you and you push back against his body - sliding his hand down past your waist, you shudder, helpless in his arms and you think “When he touches me, he will know how much I want him, how much I need him" - but he already knows.

he undoes your skirt and it drops to the floor - his hands dance across your back, down over your tight round ass - he slips one hand around you, stroking between your legs - your moist panties give your excitement away and as his finger pull up into your slit, you moan once - then more as he teases you - not hurrying - pleasing you as you lay your head back against his chest - a low prrrrr comes from your lips as he rubs harder into your wetness - stroking your hard clit, and you long for him to touch it - his big hands, strong fingers, trace the elastic of your panties and more moans escapes you.

he tugs, his hand pulling your panties away from you - exposing you - they slip to the floor and in one swift movement those strong fingers find your cunt - hot, wet - and his fingers are at your slit - sliding in and out of your wetness, your flow runs onto his fingers - then theyre gone - and in the faint light, your see his hand in front of you - and the sudden flash of lightning illuminates the room & you see how wet his fingers are - how strong his hand looks, but you pull it to you with ease - and you taste one - hmmmm!!! and you suck at it greedily - he watches and his cock twitches - his breath faster now as he draws you in tight and then licks his own finger - tasting you - sharing your arousal.

he reaches down again, to continue stroking your cunt - you feel your arousal on your legs - he bites gently at your neck as you try to turn, but he holds you tight - he drives his fingers deep into your pussy - your legs shaking, your body pressed hard against him, trying to stand erect - loving his strength as he holds you to him and in a whisper, you breathe - "I need you inside me now" - and as you try to move, a far off peal of thunder comes thru the window - "Soon", you hear his deep voice say.

he bends you over, continuing to work his fingers against you - you brace against the couch as he plants kisses down your back - you can feel him bending down and gasp as his warm tongue flicks over your ass, nibbling his way to between your legs - as he reaches his goal, his fingers come out of you - and you feel his tongue sliding into your wet hole, sucking on your pussy - licking your clit - softly biting your swollen lips - the electricity in the air matches what your body is feeling - and you gasp as his fingers finds your entrance yet again - and again -. you moan and wiggle on his fingers - his tongue so soft, his mouth so hot eating you, until you start to tremble - and your wetness flow out - onto his fingers, over his beard - into his mouth - your orgasm hits you hard and you hear him - keeping pace as it streams onto his tongue - hungrily he laps at you - his moans of pleasure loud in the quiet of your room..

he raises up - enters you from behind - strong, big, hard - and fast - he slides in so easily, wet as you are from his eating you - thunder rolls and you moan louder as lightning flashes again - the storm seems to be keeping pace as you lean back onto him - impaling yourself on his hardness, wanting him deeper in you - his pounding constant and unrelenting - and still he slams into you - a huge flash lights up the room and a crack of thunder drowns out your cry of pure joy - a flood of passion flows over you - hot, sweaty drops fall from his body - you feel them on your skin - he groans, loud, long like distant thunder rumbling over you - and it causes your moan, as the waves come faster..... you are on the edge - and the thunder cracks outside - he cries out and you groan loudly as orgasms hit you both

he slows.... kisses your neck ever so gently and allows you to turn - a long passionate kiss on your lips - he lays you down on the couch, gently - and you see behind closed eyes another flash of light - as the storm passes in the night, you open your eyes - your desire to see him returns, but darkness prevails - why won't the lightning come now you think to yourself? "So I can see my lover" - you lay with him, in his arms, the sweet drops of sweat on each other - and your eyes close . . . .

you feel a chill - a flash of lightning! you open your eyes to see him - and find the window open, a storm moving in outside - the rain coming in lightly - your face and body moist from the drops - lightning illuminates the room once again, and you look to see him - but there is no one there - your arms wrap tightly around your pillow - was it only a dream? a dream in a flash of electric lightning . . . . and you hear a soft voice . . .

“I am always here for you”

refreshed from the bathing?

2005-08-05T09:39:00.000-07:00

. . . . the pressure wouldn’t let up . . . strong; demanding & insistent . . . slowly she wakes . . . she needs to pee! bad!!!!!!! not even wanting the dreams to continue could dispel that need . . . she rose and shuffling into the bathroom, hoped the dream would return . . . because so far it was a very nice one . . . relieved, she went back to her bed, alone now, but maybe in a few minutes . . . she’d be back in his arms, waiting . . . wanting . . .

laying back against the side of the tub, he felt the last of her tremors coursing thru her – almost a shiver, but the soft moan that accompanied each one and the pulsing he could still feel against his softening flesh said otherwise – he was quiet, stroking her back lightly, brushing the wet and tousled hair away from her face – and he watched her – and she stirred just a little and then she was looking at him – warm eyes looking into him, touching him where he had not had anyone for so long – as he felt his eyes weaken, he was glad they were both so wet, to hide his tears.

‘look what a mess we’ve made’ he says – and not thinking they had been that out of control, she looked outside the tub and seeing no spills, she realized he was talking of the sticky mess between them – his abundance smeared on them, coating her skin and spread over and into the wet curls of his stomach – reaching for the soap once more and rubbing the soap into a lather, she cups his softening cock, washing him – slowly, leisurely and is rewarding with a twitch – faint, but filled with promise – she takes her time washing the matted hair on his belly, playing in the suds covered tummy hair, shaping it, trying to write bad words – he grabbed a towel draped close by and pats her face dry; then his and dries her hair a little – wet and dripping is okay in the tub; damp or semi dry is better suited for where they were headed – to bed; where he would take her, like she wanted – or so he thought.

she slid to the side of him and he stood to dry himself; warm still from the bath and he was aware she was watching him - and as the toweling took the wetness away, she stroked his skin with her fingers; her nails lightly dragging along his thighs, teasing him again; and rewarded for her efforts, she notes his prick swell – stepping out of the tub, he finishes drying and then offers his hand to help her out – she comes into his arms, slippery and wet and he wraps her up in a towel – and in his arms – kissing her lightly, rubbing her dry - and looking at her wondered how he got this lucky.

the mirror, still steamy, began to clear and as he dried her, began to see glimpses of her – a flash of thigh, the sweep of her hips, the curve of her breast – she turned to see what held his gaze, and saw both of them – and she liked what she saw and reached to guide his lips to her – as they watched, he kissed her neck, nibbled her ears and breathed warm – and the warmth spread as his hands began to touch her, the fullness of her breast, the hard tips – stoking and pulling them sent shivers thru her and she leaned back against him and surrendered to his touch – down over her stomach to tangle in the wet curls – dipping lower, he caressed her lips – still swollen – still wet.

a moan escaped her lips as his finger slipped between them – as he continued kissing her neck, his other hand stroked first one breast, then the other – and his finger dipped lower – deeper – and she felt the pleasure building and squirmed against him – felt his erection against her ass – hot and hard – one finger became two, as he pushes them deeper inside her – her sensitive clit trapped between them – tugged delightfully as he pulls his wet fingers from her – her moaning increased as he continues fucking his finger into her wet cunt – his weight pushed her forward, her arms coming away from him to hold her away from the mirror – and as she leaned forward, she felt him begin to slide down her – his lips continued to touch her – the nape of her neck, along her spine and finally he reached the swell of her ass.

his tender kisses stopped – and were quickly replaced with little nips – bites on her tender ass – and the sharp fleeting pain she felt combined with the pleasure his hands were still creating – as he lowered himself, he was able to push his fingers deeper into her – harder into her – his nibbling covered her cheeks – between them – lower still and then she felt his licking her there – and the feelings he created as he rimmed her ass, his hands as he pulled on her tits, the fingers that were being forced into her wetness began to overwhelm her – and her moans became louder still – she could feel the pressure building – she would cum for him – cum on him.

bending forward, she pushed back against him – with one hand, she reached behind her to hold him harder against her – his tongue slipping and sliding around her ass – around her pussy lips, stuffed with his fingers – tasting her – pleasuring her – as he withdrew his fingers, a moan escaped her – she missed them before they were even gone – he slowed, and she felt him looking at her sweet slit – swollen, wet and as he licked her, up and down, slowly, she squirmed and softly moaned.

she felt him turning her, felt him kissing her thighs and teasing with his tongue – then felt him spreading her legs, his mouth over her twat and lapped at her - his tongue licked into every fold, down into her open cunt, circling around her clit - she shut her eyes, floating on each tickle of his skilled tongue - he parted her pussy lips, sucking and nibbling at the pink flesh inside, her breathless sighs audible in the quiet room - she slowly rolled her hips, signaling a desire for more - his moistened fingers played at her ass, teasing the opening, pushing but lightly - rapidly working them over the sensitive flesh as he flicked his tongue over her shiny clit - he never lost contact with the little swollen button, gently taking her puffed up clit between his teeth - tongueing, teasing - her hips began a slow grind and he grabbed her as and pulled her pussy hard against his mouth – he thrust his tongue deep into her slit – she groaned with pleasure - her cunt jerking again and again - wild bucking of her hips.

she reached down and spread her lips for him - she was wide open as he pulled her clit into his mouth - she continued to hump his face - his tongue dug deep into her, then returned to her hardened clit – and it started - deep inside her - and she grabbed the back of his head, holding his face to her aching pussy - rocking against his eager mouth - and her back arched as she continued to ride his tongue – and she went stiff in convulsive orgasm - the sensation was out of this world – her groans loud in the confined space - he stayed down on her, feeling her tremors as she got her breath back - he slid up and kissed her – and as he faced her, she looked at him – kissed his mouth – and tasted herself on his lips – smelled herself in his beard – and the smells and the scents made her want more.

A work in more than one volume

2005-07-15T10:16:00.000-07:00

She would be away a week. That was what he had said. And she had been waiting for this call. And after a brief hello, she heard him say it. And she knew! And she didn’t want to consider it. Now she would have to decide. All their brief hellos and conversations had all led to now, where she needed to make up her mind. She had never seen him before, but she loved the way he made her feel. But she had been there, done that; and she knew; and as thrilled as she felt when he seduced her; as much as she needed how he made her feel! He made her feel desired. And needed. Ever since that first ’hey you!’ and every time they had talked since, He wanted to be with her and didn’t need anything else other than to be there with her, for her.

His wife however, would have had other ideas. But she would be gone a week. Down on the coast; he had said so. And he had to stay home. And she knew! And that’s what she had to decide. In order to get what she wanted. For someone to need to be with her! And as much as she wanted to be with him, she would have to go back to a point in her life she didn’t want to experience again. To be with someone who wasn’t hers alone; to care about him; and know that as much as he wanted to; told her he needed to; there would be times when he wouldn’t be there for her. And that’s what she didn’t want. . . . . . . But she did. And that’s what she had to decide.

They had barely talked in weeks. But he had said he would get her there; with him; and ‘as long as you are here’ he said, ‘you will have me!’ And he would be hers. She would possess him and there would be nothing that she wished for that he wouldn’t give. No thing that he would not let her do; or do for her; to her. And as she thought that thought, she felt the decision slipping; and felt herself; dripping; and she almost knew what she would decide!

And the day grew longer; darker! She loved the dark; where no one could see her; and she didn’t need to decide; where she wouldn’t have to decide! The room was cool; and inviting; and she pulled her quilt up to cover her bare legs; his quilt; the one he had told her about; and she remembered the story of how they got it. And as she warmed; as her eyes fluttered; closing a little . . . . she thought of him; and her smile helped spread the growing warmth . . . and her eyes stayed shut a second longer . . . and her thoughts turned warm . . . . and the deciding was gone . . . plush joy swept her eyes shut . . . . and best of any other thing, she was going there to be with him . . . . and neither of them had anything to do . . . .

She walked down the jetway bridge at the Airport, exiting the plane, and arriving in Texas. It hadn’t been a long flight, she had been able to sit near the planes door, and she seemed to fly thru the bridge and out into the airport. She started looking for him as soon as she could see people thru the door. Just outside the doorway, she slowed and stepped to the side to find his face. She felt him first, and turning, came to face him. His face was nothing like he said and like everything she imagined. And he grabbed her and held her for the longest time; and her feet dangled as he picked her up in his arms; and her heart raced. His hug was everything he had said it would be and she melted; and she didn’t care that everyone passing was watching them; and even the unhappy faces lit up as they saw their embrace; and the worries of days, and weeks and months disappeared and she felt his arms around her; and she knew. She had found him!

hurry home for dinner

2005-07-11T10:32:00.000-07:00

unexpectedly you called. you said you had something to do that evening, but you would leave dinner on the table. having skipped lunch that day, i arrived home hungry and anxious to eat a little something and then relax til you got home. besides being hungry, i was also (as i usually am around you) extremely horny. i hoped i would be able to wait til you got home.

as i got home and inside, i smelled something deicious and hoped you had prepared my favorite. i was in for quite the shock then, when i walked into the dining room, and found it was YOU that was laid out on the dining table. presented to me in all your glory, naked except for stockings and heels. i started to ask what was going on but before i even finished the question, you interrupted and said to me - "Hurry! "

not wanting to deprive you of anything and having gotten quite excited staring at the delicacies spread on the table before me, i did as you asked - skipping any formalities, i conceded to your wishes and dove right into the feast before me. walking to the side of the table to get to you, and i spend time on your soft, wet & warm lips. kissing my way to your ears, with teasing tongue, warm breath and soft whispers, nuzzling the little whisps of hair on your neck - your heavier breathing answering whether my onslaught was being effective - i continue to play with your breasts as I inch downward, closer to your hardened pointing nipples - tugging on first one hard little nub, then the other brings a low moan from you - and a big smile from me - you are pleased so easily and being as vocal as you are, i am always able to know what i am doing to please you.

i continue to kiss and lick my way downward - your hands stroke my face and i hear little murmurs of contentment - pausing, i stand beside you, and begin to unbotton my shirt - as your hand caresses my chest, i kick off shoes n socks, and impatient little thing you are, you try and help by tugging my belt open - undone, my pants slide to the floor and are kicked off - the smile on your face broadens as my thickening shaft appears - bobbing slightly and twitching as your hand wraps around it.

i shift towards the end of the table, towards your feet and you have to release me - i begin to use my tongue on you again, teasing your navel, dampened with the tip of my tongue, the trail moving ever closer - passing over your mop of curly pubic hair and my body finds a comfortable place between your thighs - you raise your knees, expecting me to enter you, but instead, i lick and kiss the inside of your thighs, nibbling gently on her tender skin, first on one side, then on the other, gradually working my way toward the treasure which lays waiting.

i continue to play with your nipples as i inch forward and when my nose reachs your swollen mound, i am rewarded with a delicious aroma - i thought you might protest, try to stop me from eating you, your hunger needing the fullness you had just grasped in your hand - but instead your legs open even wider - nuzzling into you, i let the tip of my tongue trace an outline around her swollen lips, leave a moist trail behind - blowing softly across the moist surface, i'm rewarded with a low moan and your thighs abruptly closing on my ears - i hunched myself a little closer, then with pointed tip of tongue, softly caress the length of your folds, from bottom to top - reaching the top, i tongue the hard little nubbin, and you jump as if she had received an electric shock - your hands seize the back of my head and pull me closer into her pussy.

i'm not sure how long i gave you pleasure with my tongue, my fingers dipping into you wetness, spreading the slickness around your cunt - but when you began pleading with me to fuck you, i stood between your legs and you quickly steered my cock in the right direction - i felt a distinct plop as the head of my cock slipped inside you - i pause and wrap my arms around you, hugging you tightly. whispering your name, telling you how good it is to be with you - i kissed your lips, your mouth, eyelids and cheeks - my pulsing cock remained at the entrance to her vagina - you are very wet, and i feel your pussy clasping at me, drawing me deeper into you - as I thrust, again and again, you wet cunt sucks me in until my pubic bone rested against yours - a slow grinding of our bodies begins, my dick deep inside your tight embrace - you begin impatiently rocking your pelvis against mine, wanting more - needing the hard fucking you know will come

lifting your legs to my shoulders, and with my hands holding you down onto the table, i began to drive myself into you - hard, harder and even harder, as your face contorts with the pleasure of the pounding - it seemed forever, but my frantic pace drove you over the edge - as wave after wave overtake you - your hot clasping tunnel turning me inside out - desperately, you cry out your release, your cunt clamping hard on my - and almost without warning, my cock begins to spasm and squirt my seed deep inside you - OMG, its all i can to remain standing

your eyes full of mischief, your body still full of desires, you push me back onto a dining room chair - and as your mouth kisses and licks its way toward my wet cock, i hear you say "now, its time for my desert"

hey

2005-07-07T10:41:00.000-07:00

first timer giving it a shot