For those rare few who really know me, you know what this time of year means to me and how excited I am that it's here once more! For eight months out of the year I deal with the rollercoaster of my life as it comes but there is always this underlying sense of tension; sort of like there's always this presence of dreaded anticipation of what could possibly happen next. I'm sure this is more relevant to the rough few years that I've had in my life of late than seasonal depression that affects some people. I'm not going to piss and moan about that, this is a very happy time for me. Those issues still exist in my life but at this time of year my soul is soothed by sun and water and the trials and tribulations of life are somehow easier to handle. ..:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" />
This is my season of Zen, when I experience the most enveloping serenity to my core. I don't know what it is about the feel of the warmth of the sun on my skin but it actually feels like as soon as the heat touches my skin it spreads like a wave throughout my body, literally washing over and through me, making the small hairs stand up over my skin. *grins* I've come to the conclusion that I'm solar powered. One of the most pleasurable and simplistic erotic experiences I have in my life happens just from laying on a lounge chair beside the pool while the ebb and flow of a breeze carries the rays of the sun over my body; occasionally catching the mist of the water to caress my flesh with a tingling moist kiss. (Yes folks, this isn't just poetic prose, I think just as descriptively as I write. As any given experience is taking place sensations are truly poetic and artistic in their existence if you're open to experiencing them fully) I'm sure I'd find the same experience if I were relaxing anywhere in the sun and by water. This combination of sensation brings me a peace to my being that I find at no other time of the year because I just don't have access to these elements any other time as I do between Memorial Day weekend and Labor Day. This is the time when the pool we go to is open. Ok, it's more than just a pool, they call it an aquatic center which means its big pool with some nice extras like an inner tube slide, a body slide, the diving board and the dump tube slide, a sand large volleyball area, the wet sand play area, a concession area and surrounded by a large area of parkland. A full summer's worth of all this for a family of four non residents of the city for $190, cheapest and longest vacation anyone could ever hope for! We've had a family pass there for about eight or nine years so there's comfort in the familiarity of the place as well as the people – our pool family as we call each other. *laughs*
I've known what medical science is just finding out, being outside in the sun does wonders to heighten your sense of well being and contentment. At least it does for me. There's also the absorption of vitamin D. As much as I'd like to sun bathe nude that's impossible at a public pool but make no mistake that I do expose as much as I can get away with to my own comfort and I have plenty of flesh to expose as my own personal solar panels! *grins* Yes, I use sun block, all summer long in fact. I begin at a 30 SPF, using that for at least the first full month before I gradually step down to a 15, 8 then 4 by the end of the summer. I hate to burn and I don't want skin cancer. I'm a natural born red head so my skin is fair. That's fine for the non summer months; I give my skin that time to heal for what I put it through during the summer. The contrast of how pale my skin isn't tanned to that which is will be incredibly striking. (Again, here's the reason why I so wish I could sunbath nude because I hate how stark the contrast is from the exposed skin to where my suit covers me) Being a redhead I don't tan to brown skin. I do get dark but my skin always has a coppery red tone. No matter how tan I am when I've been in the sun for any length of time I glow red for the first few hours after I get out of the sun. I think my auburn hair just emphasizes the coppery hue of my skin too. I'd be rich if I had a dollar for every time someone has been startled when they looked at me and told me I'd gotten burnt when I hadn't. I've gotten to the point that I actually avoid going into places after time outside just to keep from hearing the repetition!
Anyway, I get a bit crazed for opening weekend. I've already got my bag packed up with all the essentials. Any other year I'd be cracking the whip to get us all out the door to be one of the first in line for when the gates opened. This year will be a bit different. My son has to work so we'll have to drop him off early in the morning and shortly after that we'll be heading to my nephew's high school graduation. *smile* Let that be a measurement of how much I love my nephew that I would think nothing of being late the first day of pool season to be there for him where we're the last things he'll even care about! Of course I'll only be about an hour and a half late for the pool at the most and one of the pool family will hold us a couple chairs… *laughs* Like I said, I have this very well planned out! My son will get off work and join us at the pool later if he wants, we'll be there the whole day every day this coming weekend. After that the pool won't begin regular season hours till the following weekend and at that point I'll be there any time I don't have other obligations. During the week my husband will meet me there once he gets off work. I will have taken the bus there in the morning so the only time we'll expend extra for gas is during the weekends.Ah yes, now there's an interesting aspect of the summer, public transportation… I'm fortunate that my town has a fairly extensive bus system. It gets me where I need to go overall. The people who use it are an interesting blend. I like to observe people, they're a fascinating enigma and I enjoy the mental exercise of puzzling out their actions and behaviors. So the summer gives me the chance to indulge in my greatest pleasure as well as sharpen my senses and skills all at the same time. *grins* One of those will inevitably be fending off the advances of total strangers. Ah summer heat – it strikes in more ways than one! I am oh so glad that it's again here at last!!!
Showing posts with label sensuality. Show all posts
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Saturday, July 25, 2009
*EEB - Spank Me (02-12-2008)
You're sitting in your chair and I come to give you a kiss, I love kissing you so I do that whenever I get the chance. You smile at me, reach up and run your hand up my arm, caress my face then slide your hand to my waist. You pull me towards you - I'm expecting another kiss but instead you pull me across your knees, my behind exposed as the skirt I am wearing rides up higher as my omission of underwear is revealed. 'Mmm, you really are a naughty girl aren't you my sweet', you grin and rub your hand over the pale globes of my ass. Your hand rises as I feel and hear the crack of your hand against my soft flesh. The shock of the act makes me jump more than the sting on my now reddening skin. 'Ow! What was that for?!' I say with only a slight hint of indignation, the rest laughter and excitement in my voice. 'For being my bad girl of course!' While one arm held me fast the hand that had dealt the blow was now soothing, caressing, tracing the area with your fingertips. Your hand rises again and another smack resounds, again I jump but I moan because immediately after your hand fell you slipped it between my legs to the wet inner evidence of my growing excitement, traveling easily over my clit and into my warm walls. I clenched the muscles to grasp your wonderfully invading fingers and push into your hand. I could feel your cock, hard and straining against my side. Again you repeated this luscious torture as I squirmed and moaned more loudly each time. Your voice tight with barely restrained passion you tell me to stand, I do so, my skirt still high on my hips. You turn me towards the desk, facing away from you. Your hands open the front of my blouse, tipping my breasts free of my bra into your waiting hands. You pinch, roll and pull my nipples till they are hard knots in your hands as you fondle the full pliant flesh. Releasing my breasts you put one hand to my back and push me forward over the desk as you free your cock from your bulging and wet pants. I gasp as you're suddenly filling me, stretching my pussy around your hard shaft. You begin to slide back and forth inside me; I'm grasping the side of the desk for support, clenching my teeth as erotic intensity bursts inside my veins and begins to consume my body in a tidal wave of sensations. You push together then pull apart the globes of my ass, matching your stroke so as to tighten the fleshy muscles on the in stroke and watch your cock retreat, wet and shining, from the butterfly wings fluttering around it. 'Damn babe, I love it when you're bad…' you breathe. Again, another loud smack sounds, I thrust back, you thrust forward. I've released the desk with one of my hands and have reached between my legs to manipulate my clit, feeling your driving deeper and harder into me with every stroke. You smack then sooth my now very red ass as you thrust. The tempo has increased to frenzy; you grasp my hips driving yourself into my tightening pussy as orgasm rocks me. 'Oh Yesssssss!!! Oh god, ohhhh, I'm cumming!!! I whimpered tensely on my release. I feel your legs begin to tremble as you follow with your own hot cum flooding my insides. You lean against my back over the desk to support your shaking legs, your breathing labored and fast. You nuzzle into the back of my neck, breathing me into your overheated lungs, 'Jesus woman, what the hell have you done to me?!' I turn my head to the side and on a wicked grin say, 'I don't know but whatever it is I'm damned well going to keep doing it!!!'
*EEB - Some Like It Hot (02-07-2008)
The sky is an intense blue, funny how the hottest of days can come from such gorgeous skies… We've walked along the beach until we've found an isolated vacant area. The heat of summer is upon us, the air moves but it's thick and heavy. Seems most would rather wait out the heat in air conditioning rather than play in the natural cooling water of the sea. Blessed relief can be found in the water that draws the excess heat from our bodies with cooling fingers. We drop the heavy cooler we've cared between us on the sand and throw out the blanket. Stripping down to our suits quickly you challenge, a grin lifting the corners of your mouth and making your eyes shine, "Race ya…' You run full tilt to the waters edge then turn to watch as I run to you, breasts bouncing naturally with my motion. Of course you won to the water - longer legs and practiced stride, but as you stand mesmerized by the hypnotic bounce of my breasts I pass you grinning and dive under the waves… You laugh at yourself and follow in hot pursuit of some sexy romping in the waves with me and your favorite floatation devices. We play, taunt and tease each other unmercifully until we both run out of the water to fall into a tangled heap on the blanket, bent with laughter and overly aware of how we are affecting the response and pulse of the other. Smiling I kneel by the cooler, pop open the top and ask if you'd like something to drink, you accept and I toss you a cold drink but I don't take one for myself. Instead I take out a piece of the ice and slip it into my mouth. 'You know,' I say, over emphasizing my words so that I'm understood over the rapidly melting ice that I'm sliding from one side of my mouth to the other, 'what they say about people who eat ice don't you?' 'Um, they have cold lips?' you wink but look back at me questioning. I grin, my eyes sparkling with devilment, 'That people who eat ice do so as a sign they are in a state of sexual repression just begging for release.' 'Hmm, don't know that I've ever heard that before… Think it's true?' The light of excitement burning brighter as your eyes roamed assessing over my body before you scanned to check that we were still very alone on our stretch of beach. As you'd done that I'd reached back into the cooler to get another piece of ice for my mouth and moved to sit next to you. When you turned back towards me I kissed you. 'See, I was right, cold lips…' you spoke in an intimate tone. I smiled, moving the ice around in my mouth then leaned to press those cold lips to your left nipple, letting the ice rest against the instantly erect nipple ring now between my teeth as my icy tongue danced around the areola, the metal drawing the icy pleasure deep into the root, that magic connection between cock and nipple fused, you felt the instant response as hot blood flooded the chambers, straining and throbbing steel rising in it's own demand for attention. Your breath caught, mouth falling open as you inhale quickly at the sudden, intense sensation of cold on very warm skin. You lean backwards till you have propped yourself up on your elbows and watch as I purse the cube between my lips moving from one tight point to the other, your nerve ending screaming in pleasure. You tip your head backwards, mouth opening in both pleasure and need to take in air as your rate of breathing increases. Mmm, your exposed throat is too much for me to neglect. I grin again as I close in on that tender spot just to the side of the corded muscle of your throat and above your collar bone. Your head instantly tips to the opposite side allowing me access but bringing you closer to me as you raise one hand and hold the back of my head, fingers tangling in my hair as I trace cool lines with my tongue over your shoulder. 'Mmm, that's very nice…' you almost purr. I remove the much smaller piece of ice from my mouth and whisper, 'Just wait for what's next…' My mouth still cool and wet from the ice I kiss you, loving the contrast of my cool lips and tongue moving passionately over the warmth of yours. The ice has melted in my hand and I reach quickly for another piece as I push you gently back to lying on the blanket. I sit by your legs and you know what's coming next as I smile, slip it in my mouth and release your straining cock from your waistband then pushing the trunks down your legs. 'Mmm, beautiful," I coo over the ice chilling my hungry mouth as I descend. I hold the ice in the back of my mouth and let the tip on my cold tongue lavish the already weeping opening before I circle the ridge around the head with tiny short flicks. Then slowly, so that the cool water from the melting ice trickles from my mouth as I begin at the base with my tongue widened and flutter it as I lick back up to the tip. You're moaning, 'OMG! OMG!' as the muscles in your stomach and thighs tighten in response to the copious stimulus I'm imparting to eager nerves. Your hips rise to meet my mouth, your body begging in its own language for more. I remove the ice, unable to accommodate both it and you, before I wrap my frosty sucking mouth over your lovely rigid, heated shaft. Slow strokes, up and down to let you feel more intensely your movements between my lips as I pull you deeper with each stroke from me and thrust from you. One of your hands was in my hair, the other pulling the nipple ring. One of my hands caressing the other nipple while I held the ice in my other, letting the heat from my hand melt the ice so that cold water dripped over your balls and thighs, running in maddening rivulets over your flesh. A desperate grasp at control made you sit bolt upright and pull me forcibly against your chest, 'Oh no you don't minx! Now it's your turn…' Voice deep, slightly shaking along with your legs, you reach for the cooler, pulling me to my back as you lean across the blanket. You pull out a large piece of ice, 'you're never gonna fit that in your mouth…' I laugh. 'Who said I was going to try… Just wait my dear, I have plans of my own for you…' you smile then lick your lips. 'Hmm, first we have to get you out of that pesky suit…' Eager passion has me up, out and back on the blanket in a blink. You chuckle, 'You don't appear very repressed to me…' 'I think that because I'm about to get everything I need to correct that condition!' I wink back and grin. With that you bend over to kiss me. I'm so lost in the glorious pleasure of kissing you, eyes closed, feeling your lips on mine, your tongue invading my mouth to challenge mine that I forgot the ice until your mouth captured my cry of surprise as you placed it directly on my nipple which hardened and throbbed in answer. Tiny freezing fingers of water began running in miniscule streams over the mound of flesh to pool in the valley between. You moved the ice away to replace it with your hot mouth, licking, sucking and rolling the hard pebble between your lips, pulling gently with your teeth then soothing again with your tongue. My back arched pressing my soft mound into your welcoming face. While one of my hands tangled in your hair, pulling you closer still the other rolled and flicked the other nipple. You pushed that hand away so that you could bring the ice to that nipple, watching it contract and harden under the circles you drew in ever smaller circles around the whole breast before again slipping the ice lazily over the pink peak. I moan, breathing heavier, chest rising and falling as I begin to move in sensual invitation for more. You move the ice oh so slowly over my body, chilling then heating the tissue with your mouth. The heat from my body having more to do with you than the day melts the ice rapidly. You kneel close to my head as you reach for more ice, seeing such a wonderful prize so close I again seize your throbbing cock, pulling you deeply into my now warm sucking velvet soft mouth. 'Mmm, oh yes honey, I love that but now it's my turn so just a little while longer…' you gently pull yourself away from me, I lick the outside corner of my mouth to bring the precum that has smeared my cheek into my mouth, loving the taste of you. You lean to kiss me again, smile wickedly, pop the ice into your mouth then scramble between my legs, pushing my knees apart and bending my legs up to open me wide to your ministrations and my pleasures. You begin by planting tiny cold kisses from just beside my knee down my thighs. Your fingers were softly stroking the silky smooth butterfly wings, spreading the nectar already flowing over her satin folds. I feel your breath, an odd combination of hot and cold, blowing over the swollen button of my clit as your fingers hold it for the lightest of strokes from your cold tongue. I gasp as you let the ice slip forward making direct contact with my engorged clit, my hips thrust upward, I cry out your name and you bury your face against my pussy. I clutch the blanket as I feel you push the ice from your mouth deep inside my convulsing walls with your tongue then suck it back out into your mouth. ''OMG! You're driving me crazy!' I yelp as my hips are grinding into you trying to absorb the incredible impact of your lips and the ice providing such sweet torture. The rest of my body has broken out in sweat as I begin undulating, moving, dancing a sirens dance under your skillful orchestrations. 'Oh please, I need you now! I need you inside me now!' I plead. You sit back; pull my legs over your thighs as I sit up and with one last push of your fingers the now very small sliver of ice slips back inside me to be followed by your cock pushing it in further as our bodies melt into each other in passionate rhythmic thrusts and grinds. Our hands grasp, caress, explore, needing the feel of each other, coaxing each other higher as our wet bodies join in the most soulful of all unions. As the tension builds the need to consume grows. 'I want you deeper, harder, I want you, no, I need you so much…' We're both panting, mindless but the need is so demanding in us both. It's frenzy. I push you backwards then shift my legs so that I am straddling your hips. Your hands reach up to push my breasts together, kneading them, rolling my nipples between your fingers. I take them in my own hands, licking them as you watch through passion glazed eyes, leaning forward offering my nipple to your lips as I use my now free hands to dance and pull yours. I'm riding you, my ass slapping your hips as I buck my clenching pussy up and down over your growing cock. Your hands grasp my hips, holding me while you thrust up, deeper still, my hands at my pussy feeling you pounding in and out while smacking then rubbing my clit in time to your strokes. Our moans are loud, wild, drowning out the sound of the sea. 'I'm cumming!!! Oh God, NOW!!!' All my muscles, outside and in, spasm, tremble and jerk as the most intense orgasm I've ever had washes over both of us for mine has triggered yours. We are exploding into one another, filling, being filled and overflowing, our bodies joined into one continuous being, sensing from and through each other. I sat there for a while, catching my breath, feeling my convulsing muscles milking you dry, always hungry for every drop of you. Slowly I moved next to you, holding each other, pushing the wet hair away from each others face, kissing, joyful at what we'd shared yet a small part sad that it had ended. Our eyes searching each others face… "Think they'll be ice left for a little later?' You smile wickedly. 'Oh yes! I'm sure there will be!' I grin. Let's go play some more and get wet all over again!'OK, so the next time you are drinking anything that has ice in it I expect you to be thinking of this adventure and smile for me.
*EEB - A Bedtime Story for a Hot Summer Night (09-06-2007)
I have written for as long as I can remember. About anything and everything. It's been my sanity, my sounding board and my release throughout life. One of my favorite things to write, when need of a bit of extra release of those um, creative juices is required, is erotica. I don't just toss it off in quickie fashion, I like to embellish with as many nuances as I can get in them. I try to write so that my reader is right there with me. (in the case or erotica that's a VERY good thing! *wink*) I also can't write it at the spur of the moment so no requests please. I do find it easier to write when I have a muse. This is a piece that I started last year and have only tonight felt properly inspired and motivated to complete. I hope you enjoy it!
Her heart and body aches with the tenderness and passion she feels as her gaze touches every beautiful inch of your still form. She hungrily peruses you while you sleep, her eyes caressing your nude body - relaxed, tranquil; uncovered by the sheet pushed to the side on a warm night. The windows open, allowing the cool night breeze to roll over you like a gentle tide. So deeply you sleep that you're unaware of the woman standing so still beside your bed, that curvaceous silhouette against the glow of the moonlit window. She stands, watching the rise and fall of your chest as you breathe deeply. Her body almost ethereal with iridescent light as she strokes lightly over her tight pink pebble hard nipples standing out on her ample breasts then following the line of an hourglass waist to the generous curve of her hip then on to the smooth mons below. Her shapely body gives evidence of the development of her sex. She is formed as a woman, not a teen age child. Startling pale blue eyes glow with a silvery light as she observes you greedily. How dare she want you so much… yet she does so with an overwhelming intensity she's never felt before. She can't control the desire that leaps like a living thing within her to claw ravenously at her insides as she silently breathes your name. Her gaze traces the long defined leg that is nearest her, the strength of the long muscles - an athlete's power, the reverse bell shape line of your hip bone emphasizing the place where your deceptively still member rests, the tan line evidence of where the sun had been allowed fortune to kiss, the flat sculpted surface of your stomach beckoning her caressing gaze to gently touch then rise higher. Twin tips stood out against heavily carved mounds of velvety flesh covering steel - she lingered on the gold ring that pierced the left point. A sigh fell from her parted lips. Continuing to follow the path she visually touches the sensual curve of your neck to your handsome face. Finely trimmed hair darkening your chiseled jaw and emphasized the fullness of that generous, welcoming mouth that could be so gentle and so demanding, eyelids hiding in sleep penetrating lapis pools she'd gladly drown in. Your long hair fanning the pillow showing glints of gold where sunlight had ran her fingers through it. A smile curved her parted lips but her fingers felt the rampant desire spilling forth from her center as she continued to play amongst her secret sacred garden. You are so peaceful as you sleep but she is set to rouse not only the man but the passion that she so easily sees lying banked just below the surface whenever she encounters you. She would stoke the flame and glory in the boundless rapturous consumption he promised.
She pulled her hands away from her wetness, sucking a finger into her mouth, tasting the evidence of her desire for you, wanting to add to it the flavor of your passions. She sat gently on the edge of the bed, silently reaching out to softly caress the nipple ring, allowing her finger tips to send a light vibration that your body readily responded to even in sleep. As the nipple contracted the ring was pulled upwards to stand at attention, asking for more. Her lips and tongue replace her fingers -- warm, wet and supple, urging the peak to hold out the ring in provocative incentive. You moan in your sleep, responsively moving your hand to the back of her head. She smiles over her task, needing no more encouragement. She moves to her knees beside you, wanting to trace your body with her hands and mouth. As she feathers light, balmy kisses and licks over your skin you slowly awake, a smile curving your mouth as you watch her with a smoldering radiance burnishing your eyes to a deeper blue. She hears the change in your breathing, she is so aware of you she can even detect so small a change. She looks up, shades of contrary blue igniting indigo flames as both pairs of eyes search the others face, needing to connect more than just physically. "Is this a dream?" she sighs, "I've been imagining this for so long… This has to be real…" As if to confirm the solidity of her senses she moves towards your face, lips parted as her breathing comes hot from her lips, her pulse visibly racing in her veins, her breasts lightly sliding over your chest so that you are both aware of the hard peaks being stimulated even more as they make bare contact with each other. You raise your hands, putting your fingers deep into the fiery auburn tresses of her long hair, stroking either side of her face with your thumbs as you draw her mouth to yours for a languid kiss, lips tormenting, coaxing an escalating response, sighs of pleasure issuing and blending from between two pairs of lips. She begins kissing the outside corners of your smile then tracing your lips with the sweet wet tip of her tongue teasingly till you suck it into your mouth, bringing her lips into deeper contact to your own. The kiss intensifies, tongues licking, dancing together, tasting the sweetness offered so willingly, igniting carnal hungers that demand fulfillment. Her long hair tickling sensuously where ever it touches as mouths challenge each other to explore their depths.
As much as she loves kissing you her appetite builds to taste more of you. With a soft moan she begins by kissing your eyelids gently closed, moving to kiss along the tickling, cushioning fur of your jaw line, her hot breath in your ear sending an electrical shock of pleasure washing over your body as she traces the curve of your ear lobe with her tongue before next trailing slowly down the arch of your neck. You groan as an intense wave of pleasure grips you and races up your spin as you press your head back into the softness of the pillow allowing her to feel your pulse quicken under her tormenting lips as she finds the dip at the base of your throat. Her persistent lips play over your collar bone before descending again to your nipple ring. Your hands have found the fullness of her breasts, lifting and weighing their supple heaviness in your palms, fingers rolling then flicking the pink buds into aching attention. She sighs with wanton approval at your touch. Her nursing becoming stronger as she circled each peak with her tongue before taking it between her lips and biting gently, hearing you moan with delight. Her fingernails trace circles over your sides that make you writhe with delight against her touch but she eases each tortured path by following with her mouth as she continues to trail down over your stomach. She wants to explore every inch of you, find all the places that heat your blood to fever pitch. She especially likes the reaction she gets as she traces then licks those wonderful hip bones. The skin is so close to the bone that the nerve endings jump in anticipation of her caress. "Hmmm…" comes her seductive approving sound. Your hands have been tracing her sides, soothing her back, fondling her breasts then tweaking her nipples and beginning to explore lower but she moves away from you, standing to walk with a sensual swaying, an alluring grace, to the bottom of the bed, taking each of your feet in her hands, massaging, stretching, maneuvering them in a relaxing way. Just as you close your eyes in appreciation she traces a fingernail up the instep of each foot. Your eyes fly open to see her grinning at you mischievously and you can't help but smile back. "Playing now are we?" a glint of mischief lighting your own eyes. "Oh no, just exploring…" she smiles. Next she kneels between your calves, running a hand up each leg - fingers grazing calmly over excited tissue, again stopping to tickle just behind your knees. You chuckle, "You know you're going to get it for that…" "Oh I very well intend to and very soon!" she said with a face flushed with her most eager smile and earnest intent to do just that. Her warm palms kneading the heavy muscles of your thighs; advance stimulus to the ecstasy that rocks your body as her mouth follows. Alternating between each leg she licks, tickles, lightly bites, and teases her way upwards, her tongue licking white hot flames over your skin as she advances.
She kneels between your knees, leaning forward so that her breasts swing heavily before she nestles them to either side of your pulsing cock, pillowing it between the generous mounds then pressing them together to form a warm deep valley. She moves her soft flesh over your shaft, tipping her head to capture the precum that glistens on the tip with each stroke. Her desire to taste you more fully has her moving back to lie between your legs, head resting on your thigh as she strokes your engorged staff and sack lightly with the barest of touches from her painted fingertips. The dark tips make a sexy contrast as they slide teasing over your jumping, contracting flesh. Her mouth follows her hands, licking softly, fluttering wickedly to make you moan and squirm beneath her skilled manipulations.
"Oh I want to eat you alive…" Desperate need filling her voice. Once said she engulfs your cock deeply in her hot demanding mouth, her hands caressing tantalizing patterns over twitching muscles and tissue. Squeezing strokes of rod and tickling fingers just behind the tightening balls have you sucking in air like a happily dying man. Her mouth takes the place of her hands and you gasp at the passionate assault, leaning up to hypnotically watch and take wondrous pleasure in your own devouring. Her hair falling in a gauzy curtain that conceals her passion filled face as she worships with her mouth the root of your masculinity. You want to see her face, want to watch the havoc of desire awash on her continence. You gently tuck the long hair behind her earlobe. Her eyes are closed, cheeks flushed bright with the fever of desire, her lips ovaled and pressed tight against the shaft of your cock as you watch your hardness sliding in and out, going deeper with each stroke. You can feel her tongue pressing tight and wide along the underside ridge as you move in then fluttering over the top as you move outward. Her mouth is like hot wet velvet encasing you, her tongue like sun warmed silky rose petals dancing against your flesh. You watch her, her intoxication in giving you pleasure infusing your own heightened reactions. She feels your eyes upon her, hears your deep breaths coming between teeth clenched in desperate control as you feel the increased tightening of her lips as they twitch with her answering smile as her eyes slowly open to gaze back at you. Oh she knows the effect she's having and she knew that the very instant her eyes met yours she had sealed the casting of her magic over you. Iced blue fire circling dark pupils widened in lustful abandon coaxing you to catapult into their scorching depths. Shock waves echo out from her eyes and envelope you, your body trembles and quakes in answer to the tidal pull of the magnetism between you. She raises her mouth, never breaking the eye contact as she lashes the tip of your cock with her pink tongue, letting you see how it dips and swirls around your blooming flesh, before taking you fully into her devouring mouth. You feel the tide rising, feel the control you were clinging to so desperately ripping away. You're muscles tense, body building to sweet torturous crescendo, breathing in short gasps. It was like imploding then exploding, like going nova… The odd stray thought burst into your mind as your body immolates the event on its own heart pounding scale. Your hands are buried in her silky hair, your hips rock, and your eruptions spilling into her greedy throat in answer to her commanding eagerness. She is milking you with both hands, her mouth wide to catch every creamy squirt before sucking you in, taking all you give, moaning approvingly at your passionate release.
Your body glows in the dim light of the moonlit room as perspiration films your overheated, sensitive skin. You reach out your arms to her, needing to feel her pressed against the length of you to try to steady the tremors that still quake your body. You pull her to lie pressed tight to your side, kissing her deeply, tasting yourself lingering in the sweet nectar of her mouth. She strokes you slowly with her fingertips feeling your body tremor, knowing that the sensitivity of your skin is still excessively heightened to her touch.
"You're the dream." Your voice deep and raspy over unsteady breaths.
She purrs contentedly, "Mmm, if I am then can you have me every night…?" A smile spills across her face in remembering.
You lean up onto one arm, caressing her breast and rolling her nipple between your fingers, "I wonder how many times I can have the same dream in one night," your smile reflects back to you from her, "let's find out…"
Your hand caresses the abundant mound of her breast as you lower your mouth to lick the nipple standing at erotic attention then sucking the point deep into your mouth before releasing it only to nibble and pull at it with gentle teeth. She hums in sensual approval. Her skin smells of a heady soft spice that fills your lungs and mind. Her skin is smooth and pale as cream. Your hand strokes her hair as the other milks the pink tip into your mouth. Nursing oh so sensually yet hungrily demanding. Her hand tangles now in your long hair; tendrils caressingly curling around her fingers, the other stroking your face as she watches captivated as her flesh is consumed and she moans rhythmically. You move your arms behind her back to pull her softness into the hard expanse of the iron wall of your chest before claiming title to her mouth. So deep is the kiss that when after a long while it is broken both pant as if surfacing from some unfathomable depth. She has become something untamable under your marauding hands. Eyes glaze, panting breaths making her breasts rise and fall quickly, sinuously twisting body trying to crawl into your never near enough embrace. You stroke your hand down her body to her core. At first touch her hips thrust forward and your hand is full of her sacred flower's nectar. You dip your fingers inside her, fondle the engorged bud then bring your fingers back to your mouth to taste her sweetness.
"Mmm, like wine…," you whisper, "and I'm so thirsty for just this vintage." You kiss her deeply again, letting her taste her own arousal. You move between thighs that you gently push wider apart and she pulls up her knees - surrendering to your erogenous explorations. You kiss the smooth soft flesh of her shaved mons then trace the full lips of her labia torturously slow with your tongue. She arches her back, moaning, her head lulling from side to side as her passion builds. You place both of your hands under the soft curve of her ass, pulling her hips forward so that you can fasten you mouth over her sex and fuck her weeping slit with your tongue. She cries out and clenches your hair in her fists and pulls your head harder between her thighs, grinding her hips against your invading tongue. You want this to last, want to fill her with more than just your tongue. Your cock has reasserted its need. It's hard and twitching to be sheathed in her welcoming body. You release her hips but you gently and slowly insert a slickened finger into her tight hot ass and watch appreciatively as she wriggles again it with new sensation. You can see the clenching spasms beginning at the mouth of her velvet walls. The shining swollen bud draws your attention and your tongue circles and caresses the sensitive, slippery pearl before your lips clamp around it, sucking it in and out as she grinds hard into your mouth. Your tongue dips into the dripping orchid of her sex as your fingers continue to roll her engorged clit, causing her to quake in response. Then you slide one, then two, then three long fingers into those clenching folds, finding then stroking that secret spot towards the front of her pelvic wall.
"Oh please, I'm so ready! I'm going to cum, oh GOD I'm going to cum for you…!" she groans, face and body tense, wild and beautiful beyond imagining at the height of her passion.
"No, not yet!", you growl as you quickly rise to your knees then leaning over her trembling body to sink the full length and breadth of your cock deep into her soft flesh. She cries out with pure pleasure at the fullness of your plundering shaft pressing, expanding and impaling her body to yours. She raises her hips to meet your powerful thrusts, each stroke carrying you deeper into her center. Your hands pull her hips into yours as you increase the rhythm of this most primal of all dances. You raise one of her legs to your shoulder to allow you to pound deeper into her grasping hole and both of your hands meet at the swollen red pearl of her clit while her other hand caresses her breasts, pulling her nipples between her fingertips then pulling her breast up to suck the taunt pink bud between her own lips. Your eyes are locked with hers, both spliced through your genitals and eyes in one continuous circle. The ultimate symbol of passion. The din of groans, heavy breathing, slapping wet bodies and erotic encouragements fill the air, ever growing in intensity and pitch till she sings her glorious song of release and you respond in perfect harmonious kind. Bodies heaving clasped so tightly in bliss so that it's impossible to distinguish where one begins and the other ends…To be continued in your dreams….(feel free to comment)
Her heart and body aches with the tenderness and passion she feels as her gaze touches every beautiful inch of your still form. She hungrily peruses you while you sleep, her eyes caressing your nude body - relaxed, tranquil; uncovered by the sheet pushed to the side on a warm night. The windows open, allowing the cool night breeze to roll over you like a gentle tide. So deeply you sleep that you're unaware of the woman standing so still beside your bed, that curvaceous silhouette against the glow of the moonlit window. She stands, watching the rise and fall of your chest as you breathe deeply. Her body almost ethereal with iridescent light as she strokes lightly over her tight pink pebble hard nipples standing out on her ample breasts then following the line of an hourglass waist to the generous curve of her hip then on to the smooth mons below. Her shapely body gives evidence of the development of her sex. She is formed as a woman, not a teen age child. Startling pale blue eyes glow with a silvery light as she observes you greedily. How dare she want you so much… yet she does so with an overwhelming intensity she's never felt before. She can't control the desire that leaps like a living thing within her to claw ravenously at her insides as she silently breathes your name. Her gaze traces the long defined leg that is nearest her, the strength of the long muscles - an athlete's power, the reverse bell shape line of your hip bone emphasizing the place where your deceptively still member rests, the tan line evidence of where the sun had been allowed fortune to kiss, the flat sculpted surface of your stomach beckoning her caressing gaze to gently touch then rise higher. Twin tips stood out against heavily carved mounds of velvety flesh covering steel - she lingered on the gold ring that pierced the left point. A sigh fell from her parted lips. Continuing to follow the path she visually touches the sensual curve of your neck to your handsome face. Finely trimmed hair darkening your chiseled jaw and emphasized the fullness of that generous, welcoming mouth that could be so gentle and so demanding, eyelids hiding in sleep penetrating lapis pools she'd gladly drown in. Your long hair fanning the pillow showing glints of gold where sunlight had ran her fingers through it. A smile curved her parted lips but her fingers felt the rampant desire spilling forth from her center as she continued to play amongst her secret sacred garden. You are so peaceful as you sleep but she is set to rouse not only the man but the passion that she so easily sees lying banked just below the surface whenever she encounters you. She would stoke the flame and glory in the boundless rapturous consumption he promised.
She pulled her hands away from her wetness, sucking a finger into her mouth, tasting the evidence of her desire for you, wanting to add to it the flavor of your passions. She sat gently on the edge of the bed, silently reaching out to softly caress the nipple ring, allowing her finger tips to send a light vibration that your body readily responded to even in sleep. As the nipple contracted the ring was pulled upwards to stand at attention, asking for more. Her lips and tongue replace her fingers -- warm, wet and supple, urging the peak to hold out the ring in provocative incentive. You moan in your sleep, responsively moving your hand to the back of her head. She smiles over her task, needing no more encouragement. She moves to her knees beside you, wanting to trace your body with her hands and mouth. As she feathers light, balmy kisses and licks over your skin you slowly awake, a smile curving your mouth as you watch her with a smoldering radiance burnishing your eyes to a deeper blue. She hears the change in your breathing, she is so aware of you she can even detect so small a change. She looks up, shades of contrary blue igniting indigo flames as both pairs of eyes search the others face, needing to connect more than just physically. "Is this a dream?" she sighs, "I've been imagining this for so long… This has to be real…" As if to confirm the solidity of her senses she moves towards your face, lips parted as her breathing comes hot from her lips, her pulse visibly racing in her veins, her breasts lightly sliding over your chest so that you are both aware of the hard peaks being stimulated even more as they make bare contact with each other. You raise your hands, putting your fingers deep into the fiery auburn tresses of her long hair, stroking either side of her face with your thumbs as you draw her mouth to yours for a languid kiss, lips tormenting, coaxing an escalating response, sighs of pleasure issuing and blending from between two pairs of lips. She begins kissing the outside corners of your smile then tracing your lips with the sweet wet tip of her tongue teasingly till you suck it into your mouth, bringing her lips into deeper contact to your own. The kiss intensifies, tongues licking, dancing together, tasting the sweetness offered so willingly, igniting carnal hungers that demand fulfillment. Her long hair tickling sensuously where ever it touches as mouths challenge each other to explore their depths.
As much as she loves kissing you her appetite builds to taste more of you. With a soft moan she begins by kissing your eyelids gently closed, moving to kiss along the tickling, cushioning fur of your jaw line, her hot breath in your ear sending an electrical shock of pleasure washing over your body as she traces the curve of your ear lobe with her tongue before next trailing slowly down the arch of your neck. You groan as an intense wave of pleasure grips you and races up your spin as you press your head back into the softness of the pillow allowing her to feel your pulse quicken under her tormenting lips as she finds the dip at the base of your throat. Her persistent lips play over your collar bone before descending again to your nipple ring. Your hands have found the fullness of her breasts, lifting and weighing their supple heaviness in your palms, fingers rolling then flicking the pink buds into aching attention. She sighs with wanton approval at your touch. Her nursing becoming stronger as she circled each peak with her tongue before taking it between her lips and biting gently, hearing you moan with delight. Her fingernails trace circles over your sides that make you writhe with delight against her touch but she eases each tortured path by following with her mouth as she continues to trail down over your stomach. She wants to explore every inch of you, find all the places that heat your blood to fever pitch. She especially likes the reaction she gets as she traces then licks those wonderful hip bones. The skin is so close to the bone that the nerve endings jump in anticipation of her caress. "Hmmm…" comes her seductive approving sound. Your hands have been tracing her sides, soothing her back, fondling her breasts then tweaking her nipples and beginning to explore lower but she moves away from you, standing to walk with a sensual swaying, an alluring grace, to the bottom of the bed, taking each of your feet in her hands, massaging, stretching, maneuvering them in a relaxing way. Just as you close your eyes in appreciation she traces a fingernail up the instep of each foot. Your eyes fly open to see her grinning at you mischievously and you can't help but smile back. "Playing now are we?" a glint of mischief lighting your own eyes. "Oh no, just exploring…" she smiles. Next she kneels between your calves, running a hand up each leg - fingers grazing calmly over excited tissue, again stopping to tickle just behind your knees. You chuckle, "You know you're going to get it for that…" "Oh I very well intend to and very soon!" she said with a face flushed with her most eager smile and earnest intent to do just that. Her warm palms kneading the heavy muscles of your thighs; advance stimulus to the ecstasy that rocks your body as her mouth follows. Alternating between each leg she licks, tickles, lightly bites, and teases her way upwards, her tongue licking white hot flames over your skin as she advances.
She kneels between your knees, leaning forward so that her breasts swing heavily before she nestles them to either side of your pulsing cock, pillowing it between the generous mounds then pressing them together to form a warm deep valley. She moves her soft flesh over your shaft, tipping her head to capture the precum that glistens on the tip with each stroke. Her desire to taste you more fully has her moving back to lie between your legs, head resting on your thigh as she strokes your engorged staff and sack lightly with the barest of touches from her painted fingertips. The dark tips make a sexy contrast as they slide teasing over your jumping, contracting flesh. Her mouth follows her hands, licking softly, fluttering wickedly to make you moan and squirm beneath her skilled manipulations.
"Oh I want to eat you alive…" Desperate need filling her voice. Once said she engulfs your cock deeply in her hot demanding mouth, her hands caressing tantalizing patterns over twitching muscles and tissue. Squeezing strokes of rod and tickling fingers just behind the tightening balls have you sucking in air like a happily dying man. Her mouth takes the place of her hands and you gasp at the passionate assault, leaning up to hypnotically watch and take wondrous pleasure in your own devouring. Her hair falling in a gauzy curtain that conceals her passion filled face as she worships with her mouth the root of your masculinity. You want to see her face, want to watch the havoc of desire awash on her continence. You gently tuck the long hair behind her earlobe. Her eyes are closed, cheeks flushed bright with the fever of desire, her lips ovaled and pressed tight against the shaft of your cock as you watch your hardness sliding in and out, going deeper with each stroke. You can feel her tongue pressing tight and wide along the underside ridge as you move in then fluttering over the top as you move outward. Her mouth is like hot wet velvet encasing you, her tongue like sun warmed silky rose petals dancing against your flesh. You watch her, her intoxication in giving you pleasure infusing your own heightened reactions. She feels your eyes upon her, hears your deep breaths coming between teeth clenched in desperate control as you feel the increased tightening of her lips as they twitch with her answering smile as her eyes slowly open to gaze back at you. Oh she knows the effect she's having and she knew that the very instant her eyes met yours she had sealed the casting of her magic over you. Iced blue fire circling dark pupils widened in lustful abandon coaxing you to catapult into their scorching depths. Shock waves echo out from her eyes and envelope you, your body trembles and quakes in answer to the tidal pull of the magnetism between you. She raises her mouth, never breaking the eye contact as she lashes the tip of your cock with her pink tongue, letting you see how it dips and swirls around your blooming flesh, before taking you fully into her devouring mouth. You feel the tide rising, feel the control you were clinging to so desperately ripping away. You're muscles tense, body building to sweet torturous crescendo, breathing in short gasps. It was like imploding then exploding, like going nova… The odd stray thought burst into your mind as your body immolates the event on its own heart pounding scale. Your hands are buried in her silky hair, your hips rock, and your eruptions spilling into her greedy throat in answer to her commanding eagerness. She is milking you with both hands, her mouth wide to catch every creamy squirt before sucking you in, taking all you give, moaning approvingly at your passionate release.
Your body glows in the dim light of the moonlit room as perspiration films your overheated, sensitive skin. You reach out your arms to her, needing to feel her pressed against the length of you to try to steady the tremors that still quake your body. You pull her to lie pressed tight to your side, kissing her deeply, tasting yourself lingering in the sweet nectar of her mouth. She strokes you slowly with her fingertips feeling your body tremor, knowing that the sensitivity of your skin is still excessively heightened to her touch.
"You're the dream." Your voice deep and raspy over unsteady breaths.
She purrs contentedly, "Mmm, if I am then can you have me every night…?" A smile spills across her face in remembering.
You lean up onto one arm, caressing her breast and rolling her nipple between your fingers, "I wonder how many times I can have the same dream in one night," your smile reflects back to you from her, "let's find out…"
Your hand caresses the abundant mound of her breast as you lower your mouth to lick the nipple standing at erotic attention then sucking the point deep into your mouth before releasing it only to nibble and pull at it with gentle teeth. She hums in sensual approval. Her skin smells of a heady soft spice that fills your lungs and mind. Her skin is smooth and pale as cream. Your hand strokes her hair as the other milks the pink tip into your mouth. Nursing oh so sensually yet hungrily demanding. Her hand tangles now in your long hair; tendrils caressingly curling around her fingers, the other stroking your face as she watches captivated as her flesh is consumed and she moans rhythmically. You move your arms behind her back to pull her softness into the hard expanse of the iron wall of your chest before claiming title to her mouth. So deep is the kiss that when after a long while it is broken both pant as if surfacing from some unfathomable depth. She has become something untamable under your marauding hands. Eyes glaze, panting breaths making her breasts rise and fall quickly, sinuously twisting body trying to crawl into your never near enough embrace. You stroke your hand down her body to her core. At first touch her hips thrust forward and your hand is full of her sacred flower's nectar. You dip your fingers inside her, fondle the engorged bud then bring your fingers back to your mouth to taste her sweetness.
"Mmm, like wine…," you whisper, "and I'm so thirsty for just this vintage." You kiss her deeply again, letting her taste her own arousal. You move between thighs that you gently push wider apart and she pulls up her knees - surrendering to your erogenous explorations. You kiss the smooth soft flesh of her shaved mons then trace the full lips of her labia torturously slow with your tongue. She arches her back, moaning, her head lulling from side to side as her passion builds. You place both of your hands under the soft curve of her ass, pulling her hips forward so that you can fasten you mouth over her sex and fuck her weeping slit with your tongue. She cries out and clenches your hair in her fists and pulls your head harder between her thighs, grinding her hips against your invading tongue. You want this to last, want to fill her with more than just your tongue. Your cock has reasserted its need. It's hard and twitching to be sheathed in her welcoming body. You release her hips but you gently and slowly insert a slickened finger into her tight hot ass and watch appreciatively as she wriggles again it with new sensation. You can see the clenching spasms beginning at the mouth of her velvet walls. The shining swollen bud draws your attention and your tongue circles and caresses the sensitive, slippery pearl before your lips clamp around it, sucking it in and out as she grinds hard into your mouth. Your tongue dips into the dripping orchid of her sex as your fingers continue to roll her engorged clit, causing her to quake in response. Then you slide one, then two, then three long fingers into those clenching folds, finding then stroking that secret spot towards the front of her pelvic wall.
"Oh please, I'm so ready! I'm going to cum, oh GOD I'm going to cum for you…!" she groans, face and body tense, wild and beautiful beyond imagining at the height of her passion.
"No, not yet!", you growl as you quickly rise to your knees then leaning over her trembling body to sink the full length and breadth of your cock deep into her soft flesh. She cries out with pure pleasure at the fullness of your plundering shaft pressing, expanding and impaling her body to yours. She raises her hips to meet your powerful thrusts, each stroke carrying you deeper into her center. Your hands pull her hips into yours as you increase the rhythm of this most primal of all dances. You raise one of her legs to your shoulder to allow you to pound deeper into her grasping hole and both of your hands meet at the swollen red pearl of her clit while her other hand caresses her breasts, pulling her nipples between her fingertips then pulling her breast up to suck the taunt pink bud between her own lips. Your eyes are locked with hers, both spliced through your genitals and eyes in one continuous circle. The ultimate symbol of passion. The din of groans, heavy breathing, slapping wet bodies and erotic encouragements fill the air, ever growing in intensity and pitch till she sings her glorious song of release and you respond in perfect harmonious kind. Bodies heaving clasped so tightly in bliss so that it's impossible to distinguish where one begins and the other ends…To be continued in your dreams….(feel free to comment)
*EEB - Mind Sex (02-02-2006)
EEB means Earlier Edition Blog... I am beginning this blog by moving my previous posts from Yahoo 360 & MySpace here so that everything is in one central area. I'm sad that I couldn't transfer my comments along with the posts because some of the people who posted them are very important to me and so what they had to say was as well. I must be content to at least have them still embedded in the file that Yahoo was so kind enough to create for me before 360 went belly up.
It is also likely that with Yahoo playing censor to anything that has an hint of an adult nature that I will also have to remove any blogs that I have on their new profile pages and keep them here because I often write things of that kind and I'm not willing to let Yahoo have an excuse to remove my account because I refuse to curtail my freedom of expression. So if you've come to this blog by redirection through Yahoo then welcome! I hope you enjoy my posts!
Let's begin...
Thursday February 02 2006 Mind Sex
Current mood: naughty
Category: Writing and Poetry
Im an 18 year old boy At least Im feeling what I suspect 18 year old guys feel like as far as the amount of time that they think about sex. Being forty five isnt all that bad in that department! *grin* The problem is that I often feel sexually restless and I am married to a man who has little sexual imagination. To be fair, since I have an overabundance, my judgment is most likely a bit askew. Before I start getting volunteers to expand my horizons let me tell you - its not gonna happen! He may not be Mr. Thrills-a-minute but he has a lot of other things going for him that makes him worth keeping around. Hes not perfect but theres not a soul out there who is, including me, yet he'd take me on my worst day than anyone else on their best. Besides, Ive put way too much time, effort and energy into this relationship (21 years married and 30 years of knowing each other yes, we met in our mid teens) to throw it away on just anyone and I would never do to him what I wouldnt want done to me (And since this still isnt a female centered polygamist society and I cant yet have my harem of men Ill keep what I have.) That said let me go on to explain that there are other ways of working out my sexual frustrations - my wonderful imagination and writing! (There are, of course, other, shall we say - hands on ways but this is what you get to see! *evil grin*) Seeing that the brain is the largest sex organ then lets say I like to engage in mental masturbation!
I LOVE a fine, tall, heavily cut muscular/fit man! Oh but along with the body he has to have a mind and attitude to match. Another aspect of getting older is that it takes a hell of a lot more to get my attention than a mans penis. Lets face it, you guys have all got em and from my experience most are more than willing to show them off. (And sometimes I'm more than willing to take my time having a peek) Some know how to orchestrate that instrument more skillfully than others and some have more impressive instruments to play with (Before you ask yes, size does matter. I've got more cushion for pushin so it takes length and girth to move my earth!) But gentlemen, if thats all it took I'd simply go buy some more toys to add to my collection, they're much less complicated and I can buy whatever size suits my fancy for the moment. *grin* But I'm attracted to the whole package - whats between a mans ears excites me just as much, if not more, than whats between his legs. My ultimate fantasy is to be the cream filling in an Oreo sandwich between Avery Brooks and Keith Hamilton Cobb, two beautifully articulate, physically glorious males. (I love to be talked to during sex so a range of sensuality and vocabulary fuel my fire) I also love to discuss ideology, current events, human nature, and the possibility of impossibilities so I enjoy a man who is mentally my equal. One who can not only accompany me on my avenues of thought but challenge me to explore the virgin landscape where new paths are made.
Ok, back to the sex thing *smile* Im a very sensual person. That doesn't mean only in the bedroom. I define sensuality as all those things that excite your senses. Tasting, touching, seeing, hearing and smelling. I love the smell of dry autumn leaves, sun warmed coconut oil and chlorine by the pool, a man wearing a fine fragrance just makes me want to smell and taste his skin. The taste of a fine Belgium chocolate truffle melting in my mouth, the crisp sweet pop of biting into a Rainier cherry, warm flesh in the heat of passion. The sound of laughter, sexy undulating music, the sound of a deep voice whispering naughty encouragements in my ear. Watching the awesome power of a raging thunderstorm, the unique glory of a sunset, the thrilling contrast of hard over soft skin body textures. The first warm breeze of spring caressing my face and ruffling my hair, the cool enveloping buoyant water of the pool on a sizzling summer day, the feel of velvet over steel of warm skin over hard muscle. Anyway, you get the idea. *grin*
You might also deduce from reading that last bit that my mind works of a very descriptive level, which gets me easily caught up into that very thing that has brought me to writing this in the first place how much I think about sex. I get distracted very easily when my mind starts to run out sexcapades after viewing that sexy soap couple and I'm playing it out where now I'm in her shoes or stockings as the case may be. I look at a picture of an attractive man and I get lost imagining exploring his body starting with that sexy dip at the base of his throat thats just begging for me to trace it with the tip of my tongue. Anyway, I like smooth sensuality.
I also have a taste for the hard core stuff too. I love watching porn but not the typical kind with varying partners exploiting their agility by concocting as many positions as they can contort their bodies into, I like the kind that builds the heat like a crescendo by teasing me into wanting the gifted fellow to pound her to oblivion and see her loving every minute of it. I love the primal heat of watching a man laying siege, conquering the woman into surrendering to her own base needs and carnal ambitions where to his surprise and both their pleasures he finds a fiercely equal partner to his own raw lust. Hmm, thinking on that, I can't recall ever actually seeing that in any porn outside my own minds eye but I sure as hell wish I could! Pictures of sex have never done a thing for me, there has to be movement and even better if theres sound. Amateur video is usually better than the professional stuff because amateurs havent learned how to contrive their pleasure in whatever they are doing. They are still as spontaneous as whatever impulse they had to make the video in the first place.
I sometimes wonder if other women feel these things. Do they sometimes find themselves so sexually high strung that they feel like a wild thing is clawing at their insides close to being a rage that they have to keep caged or it would consume them. Even when they do have sex do they feel like not even the surface has been scratched or satisfied? Of course there are ebbs and flows so that I'm not always a lust crazed fiend. Being female I'm used to riding the hormonal trapeze but it seems the older I get the higher it swings to the extreme side of obsession with sex, or at least that heightened awareness of the sensual. Its rather like having a layer stripped away and being hypersensitive yet craving the sensations
I think I'll go write some erotica now I need to give the little beastie in there an outlet for a while... Let me know your thoughts!
It is also likely that with Yahoo playing censor to anything that has an hint of an adult nature that I will also have to remove any blogs that I have on their new profile pages and keep them here because I often write things of that kind and I'm not willing to let Yahoo have an excuse to remove my account because I refuse to curtail my freedom of expression. So if you've come to this blog by redirection through Yahoo then welcome! I hope you enjoy my posts!
Let's begin...
Thursday February 02 2006 Mind Sex
Current mood: naughty
Category: Writing and Poetry
Im an 18 year old boy At least Im feeling what I suspect 18 year old guys feel like as far as the amount of time that they think about sex. Being forty five isnt all that bad in that department! *grin* The problem is that I often feel sexually restless and I am married to a man who has little sexual imagination. To be fair, since I have an overabundance, my judgment is most likely a bit askew. Before I start getting volunteers to expand my horizons let me tell you - its not gonna happen! He may not be Mr. Thrills-a-minute but he has a lot of other things going for him that makes him worth keeping around. Hes not perfect but theres not a soul out there who is, including me, yet he'd take me on my worst day than anyone else on their best. Besides, Ive put way too much time, effort and energy into this relationship (21 years married and 30 years of knowing each other yes, we met in our mid teens) to throw it away on just anyone and I would never do to him what I wouldnt want done to me (And since this still isnt a female centered polygamist society and I cant yet have my harem of men Ill keep what I have.) That said let me go on to explain that there are other ways of working out my sexual frustrations - my wonderful imagination and writing! (There are, of course, other, shall we say - hands on ways but this is what you get to see! *evil grin*) Seeing that the brain is the largest sex organ then lets say I like to engage in mental masturbation!
I LOVE a fine, tall, heavily cut muscular/fit man! Oh but along with the body he has to have a mind and attitude to match. Another aspect of getting older is that it takes a hell of a lot more to get my attention than a mans penis. Lets face it, you guys have all got em and from my experience most are more than willing to show them off. (And sometimes I'm more than willing to take my time having a peek) Some know how to orchestrate that instrument more skillfully than others and some have more impressive instruments to play with (Before you ask yes, size does matter. I've got more cushion for pushin so it takes length and girth to move my earth!) But gentlemen, if thats all it took I'd simply go buy some more toys to add to my collection, they're much less complicated and I can buy whatever size suits my fancy for the moment. *grin* But I'm attracted to the whole package - whats between a mans ears excites me just as much, if not more, than whats between his legs. My ultimate fantasy is to be the cream filling in an Oreo sandwich between Avery Brooks and Keith Hamilton Cobb, two beautifully articulate, physically glorious males. (I love to be talked to during sex so a range of sensuality and vocabulary fuel my fire) I also love to discuss ideology, current events, human nature, and the possibility of impossibilities so I enjoy a man who is mentally my equal. One who can not only accompany me on my avenues of thought but challenge me to explore the virgin landscape where new paths are made.
Ok, back to the sex thing *smile* Im a very sensual person. That doesn't mean only in the bedroom. I define sensuality as all those things that excite your senses. Tasting, touching, seeing, hearing and smelling. I love the smell of dry autumn leaves, sun warmed coconut oil and chlorine by the pool, a man wearing a fine fragrance just makes me want to smell and taste his skin. The taste of a fine Belgium chocolate truffle melting in my mouth, the crisp sweet pop of biting into a Rainier cherry, warm flesh in the heat of passion. The sound of laughter, sexy undulating music, the sound of a deep voice whispering naughty encouragements in my ear. Watching the awesome power of a raging thunderstorm, the unique glory of a sunset, the thrilling contrast of hard over soft skin body textures. The first warm breeze of spring caressing my face and ruffling my hair, the cool enveloping buoyant water of the pool on a sizzling summer day, the feel of velvet over steel of warm skin over hard muscle. Anyway, you get the idea. *grin*
You might also deduce from reading that last bit that my mind works of a very descriptive level, which gets me easily caught up into that very thing that has brought me to writing this in the first place how much I think about sex. I get distracted very easily when my mind starts to run out sexcapades after viewing that sexy soap couple and I'm playing it out where now I'm in her shoes or stockings as the case may be. I look at a picture of an attractive man and I get lost imagining exploring his body starting with that sexy dip at the base of his throat thats just begging for me to trace it with the tip of my tongue. Anyway, I like smooth sensuality.
I also have a taste for the hard core stuff too. I love watching porn but not the typical kind with varying partners exploiting their agility by concocting as many positions as they can contort their bodies into, I like the kind that builds the heat like a crescendo by teasing me into wanting the gifted fellow to pound her to oblivion and see her loving every minute of it. I love the primal heat of watching a man laying siege, conquering the woman into surrendering to her own base needs and carnal ambitions where to his surprise and both their pleasures he finds a fiercely equal partner to his own raw lust. Hmm, thinking on that, I can't recall ever actually seeing that in any porn outside my own minds eye but I sure as hell wish I could! Pictures of sex have never done a thing for me, there has to be movement and even better if theres sound. Amateur video is usually better than the professional stuff because amateurs havent learned how to contrive their pleasure in whatever they are doing. They are still as spontaneous as whatever impulse they had to make the video in the first place.
I sometimes wonder if other women feel these things. Do they sometimes find themselves so sexually high strung that they feel like a wild thing is clawing at their insides close to being a rage that they have to keep caged or it would consume them. Even when they do have sex do they feel like not even the surface has been scratched or satisfied? Of course there are ebbs and flows so that I'm not always a lust crazed fiend. Being female I'm used to riding the hormonal trapeze but it seems the older I get the higher it swings to the extreme side of obsession with sex, or at least that heightened awareness of the sensual. Its rather like having a layer stripped away and being hypersensitive yet craving the sensations
I think I'll go write some erotica now I need to give the little beastie in there an outlet for a while... Let me know your thoughts!
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