Sunday, August 28, 2005

I wish my heart were made of stone
Cold and hard and unfeeling
Tears would never again fall from my eyes
If I were free of all the feeling
A heart of stone could never be broken
Impenetrable to all the hurt and pain
Oh how I wish my heart were stone
So it could never be broken again

Tuesday, August 23, 2005

The taste of you is divine. Your lips...perfect. I love the softness of them when they are pressed to mine. So tender, so sweet, so romantic the way you kiss me. I love the way your mouth just sucks me in. The passion you emit is incredible as our tongues entwine. I feel as if the world just completely fades away and the only thing left is you and I. Time and space no longer exist. Just you and I, lost again, in the passion of a kiss.

Sunday, August 21, 2005

The Thought of You
My pussy starts dripping the minute I close my eyes and imagine you. The way you touch me, feel me, completely captivate me. My body becomes a slave to your hands, your fingers. Caressing the length of my slit. Pressing down with just the right amount of pressure, threatening to penetrate my hot hole, teasing my clit, until I thrust my hips forward, begging to feel you inside. I furiously rub circles around my clit as I imagine the feel of your fingers slipping inside me. Feeling me, massaging me, exploring me, commanding my body to release. I plunge in and out rapidly, pressing harder and harder on my clit as my body begins to tense. I look down, watching my fingers as I pleasure myself, thinking of you. My head falls back in ecstasy as the juices gushing from my pussy soak the sheets.
I love the feel of you in my mouth as you are on the verge of cumming. I love to run my tongue up and down the entire length of it, feeling every vein as they begin to pulse. Sucking you deeply into the back of my throat. Savoring the samples telling me that you are so close. Encircling the entire crown as I slowly suck, moving my head up and down at just the perfect pace. Increasing the suction at just the right time. Feeling you start to tense. Your leg muscles twitching as the head becomes so sensitive, nerve endings completely engorged. All at once I feel you explode. The sensation must be exquisite, as I feel your body begin to tremble as your cock is pumping the sweetness of you down my greedy throat. I slowly suck deeper, draining the last of your sweet nectar. Your body gives way to the pleasure as I feel you collapse. My lips release their grip on you and I gently cradle you in my mouth. Slowly and lightly encircling the crown, sucking ever so lightly as you lie beneath me in pure bliss. Caressing your legs as you shiver beneath my touch, with my head nestled upon your stomach, loving so much the feeling your muscles as they tighten and twitch....Having you...pure ecstasy.

Saturday, August 20, 2005

A perfect moment in time.

The glow from the candles flickering across your chest, the shadows on the wall moving with you as I gaze up at your beautiful body. So tan, so hard, so sculpted. So sexy. The vision of you begins to blur as every muscle in my body tightens, preparing for the release. Your mouth captures my every moan. The taste of you in my mouth exquisite as my body drifts into the heavenly realm of orgasm once again. My pussy tight, squeezing you, holding you there, deep inside me. Our bodies pressed so tightly together as you suck the desire from my lips. You feel every wave as it crests within me. Your mouth never leaving mine, kissing me deeply as the shivers slowly fade. Always knowing just the right moment, the timing always perfect as you slowly push yourself deeper inside me, commanding my muscles to tighten once again giving you more. Your mouth devouring every passion laced moan escaping my lips as the internal explosion of desire sweeps through my body once more. Never leaving me, buried deep within the walls of my pussy as you ride out every wave with me. Your kisses becoming deeper and softer as you feel the last ripples of pleasure slowly ebb from my body. It is then, that it happens...that perfect moment in time when our eyes meet, our gaze connected as our bodies are still one, there are no words that can describe that moment, that feeling of complete perfection...A perfect moment in time.

Saturday, August 13, 2005

I woke up this morning feeling incredible. I just had one of the best days of my life yesterday and today started out wonderful too. I fell asleep in the wee hours of this morning with the scent of you on me. The wonderful aroma of you surrounding me on my pillows and sheets. My body still tingling from the body rocking orgasms you ripped from my core as I drifted off to sleep. I awoke this morning to the sound of your voice telling me "Good morning , my love". All day long my mind has relived the wonderful evening we enjoyed together. The waves crashing in the background, the heat and intensity of your breath on my neck, biting me as we made love on a blanket in the sand. The way your skin glowed under the candle light, with the shadows dancing across your body as I caressed the shivers away. Having your skin touching mine, feeling your body drift off to sleep in my arms. Pressing my lips against your shoulders, just tasting the wondrous flavor of you through kisses. Every moment of the evening just perfect. Reminding me once more why I fell in love with you.

Friday, August 05, 2005

Only foreplay

My pussy still so swollen, so tight, so sensitive. My clit hard and firm. Lips still glistening from the hot juices that flowed so easily from me, under your masterful touch. My body still shaking in aftershock from the last intense orgasm that was ripped from my core. Every shudder, every quiver controlled by your masterful hand. Fingers buried deep within the walls of my pussy, as you touch me in just the right spot. Knowing, feeling when the timing is right, you lightly tap my clit, making me explode inside once more. Gripping tightly on your fingers as I grind into your hand and flood you with my juices. Your tongue invading my mouth as I moan uncontrollably into yours. Our bodies clinging together tightly, feeling the heat of desire, radiating from within you. Tasting the irresistible flavor of passion on your skin. As you bring me to exstacy again and again. I lie captive in your arms. My entire body tingles as it seizes to work. Limbs completely incapable of movement as you slowly remove your fingers and kiss the final waves of passion from my lips. Lightly caressing my sensitive pussy. Kissing me with long, hot, passionate kisses. Sparking flame to the hot coals still burning deep inside me. Knowing I want more. Making me want more, as your move your touches back to my clit. My body jumps as you tap on it lightly. Desire overtakes me as you bite on my neck while working you way down my body. Licking me, biting me, kissing me as I shake and shudder below you. You tongue just barely grazes my clit as bolts of lightening shoot through my body. My body instinctively pulls away as the pleasure intensifies. Holding me tightly, you bury your face in my pussy and force me to feel more. Licking me, sucking me, so incredibly. Every nerve in my body on fire as you push me to the edge once more. Taking me. Holding me tightly to your face as I buck and cum. Drinking in my juices, my desire. Feeling my pussy with your tongue as it pulses and tightens. Holding me tightly as my body goes limp once more. Limbs incapable of movement. My entire body tingling with pleasure as you slowly work your way back up. Kissing me deeply, my juices still clinging to your lips. The flavor of sweet desire mingles through our kiss. Our bodies pressed tightly together as your hand begins to caress me once more....

Wednesday, August 03, 2005

The most valuable thing I own? Old letters and notes passed in the hallways from high school. Little fancy folded tid bits from the past. It is almost like stealing back a moment from time. Almost like a song sends you back to the moment. Old letters from friends send you right back to the moment with all the intimate details in tact. Who said what about whom all in black and white, or red or purple or whatever color the pen was you "stole" from the person that you had borrowed it from cause you had forgotten yours. I actually keep them in a bag under my bed. I have since I started keeping them in high school. I didn't keep all of them because God knows their must have been hundreds. And I didn't keep everybody's. Just what I guess you would call "the special ones, the good ones and of course the juicy ones". Most of those came from my best friend. Been friends since 3rd grade. Still my very best friend today. These old letters give you a glimpse of who you were through others eyes before life got in the way. Life being bills, responsibility, husbands, jobs, careers, kids what have you. It all just seems to take YOU over. Sometimes you forget just who you were before all that happened. You were not just willing to settle or accept, just because society tells you that you should. You took what you wanted out of life, you didn't wait to see what you'd be handed. The fire of innocence untainted by society. Now as I said these letters are in a bag under my bed. About every 3 to 5 yrs or so I pull them out, dust off the ripped up cruddy old bag they are in and sit down and read them. Some make me laugh, some make me cry, and some just plain confuse me not remembering all the little "code words" and "code names" we had for anything or anyone that may read it were it to get lost. Such boldness in our tones as we bitched about how awful our parents were and how unfair it was that we had gotten grounded for only being 45 min past curfew. Such heartache in the tone as we poured our tears out over the latest teenage heartbreak. So willing to give away our hearts back then. But most of all I realize when I read these letters, is that we were never bored. Never stagnant. We were always going and doing something. We were definitely cooler than we thought we were back then. We took life and all it had to offer by the horns and rode it like a bull. Then somewhere along the way, life takes over who you are. Sitting down every few years and reminding myself of who I was, makes me analyze what I have become and helps me to take back who I am. Old letters. Definitely the most valuable thing I own.

I read those letter last night. I woke up this morning and noticed a beautiful, vibrant, sexy woman getting dressed in my bedroom mirror. I gladly welcomed her home.