He is beautiful, so very beautiful
Just like a winter's shining landscape,
As delicate as the petals of a daisy,
And as freely as the eagle soaring against the blue
His eyes are as mysterious as the calm sea
Everything about him is so very precious,
More precious than all the gems in the world
His soul is the essence of the sky and earth,
His feelings are a volcano that is yet to explode
His smile is the smile of lost innocence.
Pain vibrates deep inside of his gentle heart.
A lock shuts in the disturbed thoughts of his mind,
A mind with as many roads as the world has.
I look at him and I see pure truth,
Like looking at a clear night sky,
Millions of stars twinkle within him.
He is beauty as I defined it,
He is perfect, his imperfections make him so.
He is my friend, and I love him,
I love him although, not because.
And I would give up all the things which I think are..
If only I can hold his beauty within me,
For he is everything in this world,
And I have found a world in him.
For Such..
Saturday, May 10, 2008
Saturday, May 3, 2008
Electric
My face grows warm, blood rushing to a low throb inside of me at the knowledge that I've pleased you. I imagine the weight of your hands on my shoulders behind me, growing ever closer and the whisper of your hot breath on the back of my neck. My body both relaxes and vibrates at the thoughts of what will come.
I am lost in a state of dreaming- of wanting to bring your body to a searing, rocketing release in the tightness of your hand, imagining my softness. I want to be there watching beside you, on my knees before you, taking you into my lips to taste the pleasure I've brought to you.
To take you slowly and fully into my mouth and the hot depths of my throat, to tickle and caress you at the base, to thrill you with my undulating tongue as I grip you there. Then naked beside you on the floor, I quake with desire to be filled by you, craving, aching, pleading with you with my eyes and opening myself to you as a yearning flower with my fingertips.
Instead I sit here on the bed, one finger trailing moist from lips down to toy with a nipple until it grows firm and tight for want of your touch. You read my mail, and grow suddenly and unbearably hard until you must open your zipper and take yourself in hand. I am hell bent on pleasing you, imagining that somewhere, for this night, I can be your lust. I grow wet imagining the salt of you, how you would feel on my tongue and how your body would struggle against me as the climax overtakes you.
In the world of our common fantasy, I am on my knees and facing away from you in anticipation. You can see the roundness of my ass as I sit on my heels before you. I am strung tightly, empty, my own juices tickling my thighs as I lean forward to take you in. And you are so fulfilling, so hard, so male, just where I need you in my desperation to be filled.
You masterfully slide into me with and I shake from the impact, so very sweet that I want to keep you there within me. Your welcome heat moves inside of me. I am on the edge, taking in every sensation- I picture the muscles of your back working and the way my body takes you in, savor your heavy breathing. You reach around to take my breasts into your hands and tease them, cup them, excite them between your fingers until I moan your name.
I am so heavy with desire that I rock back against you with an ever increasing speed that brings us both closer to release. Without warning, a storm of pleasure fills me like warm water so that I cry out and tighten around your cock. At this moment I need you so badly that I cannot think of anything but your quick ardent thrusts, so impassioned, so maddening, that I feel I would surely die if you did stop.
You smile at me, knowing that you have brought about such passion, then draw me close to you and drive yourself upward inside of me again and again. I am blinded and deafened and mute.
You feel so right, so damn good, I can't breathe or reason. Inside; I can feel you swelling and tightening, reaching your own climax as you ride me faster and faster and can not hold out any longer. We come together gasping, and I hold you there, tightening myself inside to grip you, and slowing my pace to feel the uncontrollable spasms of your release.
Then, laughing, we lie back on the floor in a warm tangle.
In my corner of the world, here in my room, I can't help but smile. Somewhere, you sit with a satisfied smile of your own and go about your day, wondering what awaits you another evening.
I am lost in a state of dreaming- of wanting to bring your body to a searing, rocketing release in the tightness of your hand, imagining my softness. I want to be there watching beside you, on my knees before you, taking you into my lips to taste the pleasure I've brought to you.
To take you slowly and fully into my mouth and the hot depths of my throat, to tickle and caress you at the base, to thrill you with my undulating tongue as I grip you there. Then naked beside you on the floor, I quake with desire to be filled by you, craving, aching, pleading with you with my eyes and opening myself to you as a yearning flower with my fingertips.
Instead I sit here on the bed, one finger trailing moist from lips down to toy with a nipple until it grows firm and tight for want of your touch. You read my mail, and grow suddenly and unbearably hard until you must open your zipper and take yourself in hand. I am hell bent on pleasing you, imagining that somewhere, for this night, I can be your lust. I grow wet imagining the salt of you, how you would feel on my tongue and how your body would struggle against me as the climax overtakes you.
In the world of our common fantasy, I am on my knees and facing away from you in anticipation. You can see the roundness of my ass as I sit on my heels before you. I am strung tightly, empty, my own juices tickling my thighs as I lean forward to take you in. And you are so fulfilling, so hard, so male, just where I need you in my desperation to be filled.
You masterfully slide into me with and I shake from the impact, so very sweet that I want to keep you there within me. Your welcome heat moves inside of me. I am on the edge, taking in every sensation- I picture the muscles of your back working and the way my body takes you in, savor your heavy breathing. You reach around to take my breasts into your hands and tease them, cup them, excite them between your fingers until I moan your name.
I am so heavy with desire that I rock back against you with an ever increasing speed that brings us both closer to release. Without warning, a storm of pleasure fills me like warm water so that I cry out and tighten around your cock. At this moment I need you so badly that I cannot think of anything but your quick ardent thrusts, so impassioned, so maddening, that I feel I would surely die if you did stop.
You smile at me, knowing that you have brought about such passion, then draw me close to you and drive yourself upward inside of me again and again. I am blinded and deafened and mute.
You feel so right, so damn good, I can't breathe or reason. Inside; I can feel you swelling and tightening, reaching your own climax as you ride me faster and faster and can not hold out any longer. We come together gasping, and I hold you there, tightening myself inside to grip you, and slowing my pace to feel the uncontrollable spasms of your release.
Then, laughing, we lie back on the floor in a warm tangle.
In my corner of the world, here in my room, I can't help but smile. Somewhere, you sit with a satisfied smile of your own and go about your day, wondering what awaits you another evening.
Friday, April 25, 2008
Discover..
You wake to find your hands tied together to the top of the bed. He knows you want to experiment but you find it so sudden. You are the type of person who has to plan things. There is an order to life. The sun rises and sets, we wake and sleep. Chaos is randomness, nothingness. But you are open to it.
What can it possibly hurt, you think to yourself. Testing the bonds, wrists twist back and forth. The sensation of the silk sliding sends shivers up and down your spine. The bonds are tight, but not so tight as to hurt. Your hands easily slide back and forth. You’ve had your eyes closed to assimilate the feeling of being tied, not in control. This sends a thrill to your center. Anything could happen and you would have no way of stopping any of it. You try to open your eyes but find nothing, darkness, complete and utter.
There is a third scarf, so far unknown. He has covered your eyes. The sense that is relied on by far the most is now hazy. Now you feel panic inching its way through your body. The icy fingers inching along the inside of your legs, down your back. The cool breath rushes along your face, breathing upon your neck.
"Ryan?" you call out tentatively. The fear is in your voice, and you hate it. This is your game, you want this, wanted this. "Ryan, you answer me now! Where are you?" It is a pleading tone this time. The fear is there now. You hear it, feel it and taste it even.
Get a hold of yourself, he loves you he would never hurt you. A game, this is just a game. Then the sound comes, a slight brushing noise. You know then he is padding down the hall, dragging his feet as he goes. He does this constantly, his way of telling you he's coming or just his way of walking, you never know.
You turn your head toward the sound, or at least where it must be coming from. With no sight, it is very disorienting. Right, left, up, down, it all seems the same. "Ryan, say something baby, just so I know you are. This is okay; I just need to know so I can get my bearings."
"Baby, I love you, but I need to see. It will make it so much better." Your words rush out, uncertain if he is even there. But at these words, you hear a soft sighing
noise.
You know he heard the words, suddenly fearful he will end the game you strain against the bonds. To feel him, to show him your desire, that is all that fills your mind. Then you feel it, soft, so gentle you might have imagined it. Something makes a path along your inner thigh. As light as air, but as substantial as a brick. A moan bubbles up deep from within your throat.
I see you lying on the bed. The desire rushes through you creating rapture as I have never seen. It makes the very blood in my veins boil to see you in your position, completely open. Willing yet not, you are mine now to do as I please. I draw my fingers along your leg. Gently, firmly, ever changing as I go. You moan so loud, I feel it vibrate through me.
You twist, turn and strain for my touch. Yet I withdraw. Watch you as you look for me, yet with no eyes there are no answers. I move from the side of the bed, walking around to glimpse you from another angle. As I lay beside you, still straining for my touch. I see your breasts arched out, the taut nipples wanting, needing and yearning to be taken. I lean over you and flick my tongue out. A delicate bud to be tasted, Over and over, delicate touches and flicks of my tongue. One and then the other but never are they alone. As I take one in my mouth I tease the other with my fingers.
Screams of pleasure rip from your throat. "Yes, please, take me now!!" You can't hold it in any longer; you want your hands to give pleasure as you are getting it. Thrashing from side to side you don't know how to hold it in.
The orgasm rips through your body. Leaving, glittering stars in its wake. Never have you felt something like this, earth shattering is the way to describe it. You're broken into a million pieces. But still he presses on. As his tongue continues to lick your hardened nipples, never relenting there grip on your passion. You feel his hand slid down your stomach. You know the next one will be better, but you don't know how you will survive.
You taste like roses and sweet cream. I love taking you in my mouth. There is more to come, but I'm fascinated by your reaction to my simple touches. I slid my hand down your stomach, wanting to be nestled in your silky warmth.
Rubbing you as I go, you are so soft and warm. I reach your secret place and stop just before. My finger moves up and down. Once again your hips buck against the bed. You slide closer to me feeling my desire press against your hip. You know what is to be and you want it so bad.
What can it possibly hurt, you think to yourself. Testing the bonds, wrists twist back and forth. The sensation of the silk sliding sends shivers up and down your spine. The bonds are tight, but not so tight as to hurt. Your hands easily slide back and forth. You’ve had your eyes closed to assimilate the feeling of being tied, not in control. This sends a thrill to your center. Anything could happen and you would have no way of stopping any of it. You try to open your eyes but find nothing, darkness, complete and utter.
There is a third scarf, so far unknown. He has covered your eyes. The sense that is relied on by far the most is now hazy. Now you feel panic inching its way through your body. The icy fingers inching along the inside of your legs, down your back. The cool breath rushes along your face, breathing upon your neck.
"Ryan?" you call out tentatively. The fear is in your voice, and you hate it. This is your game, you want this, wanted this. "Ryan, you answer me now! Where are you?" It is a pleading tone this time. The fear is there now. You hear it, feel it and taste it even.
Get a hold of yourself, he loves you he would never hurt you. A game, this is just a game. Then the sound comes, a slight brushing noise. You know then he is padding down the hall, dragging his feet as he goes. He does this constantly, his way of telling you he's coming or just his way of walking, you never know.
You turn your head toward the sound, or at least where it must be coming from. With no sight, it is very disorienting. Right, left, up, down, it all seems the same. "Ryan, say something baby, just so I know you are. This is okay; I just need to know so I can get my bearings."
"Baby, I love you, but I need to see. It will make it so much better." Your words rush out, uncertain if he is even there. But at these words, you hear a soft sighing
noise.
You know he heard the words, suddenly fearful he will end the game you strain against the bonds. To feel him, to show him your desire, that is all that fills your mind. Then you feel it, soft, so gentle you might have imagined it. Something makes a path along your inner thigh. As light as air, but as substantial as a brick. A moan bubbles up deep from within your throat.
I see you lying on the bed. The desire rushes through you creating rapture as I have never seen. It makes the very blood in my veins boil to see you in your position, completely open. Willing yet not, you are mine now to do as I please. I draw my fingers along your leg. Gently, firmly, ever changing as I go. You moan so loud, I feel it vibrate through me.
You twist, turn and strain for my touch. Yet I withdraw. Watch you as you look for me, yet with no eyes there are no answers. I move from the side of the bed, walking around to glimpse you from another angle. As I lay beside you, still straining for my touch. I see your breasts arched out, the taut nipples wanting, needing and yearning to be taken. I lean over you and flick my tongue out. A delicate bud to be tasted, Over and over, delicate touches and flicks of my tongue. One and then the other but never are they alone. As I take one in my mouth I tease the other with my fingers.
Screams of pleasure rip from your throat. "Yes, please, take me now!!" You can't hold it in any longer; you want your hands to give pleasure as you are getting it. Thrashing from side to side you don't know how to hold it in.
The orgasm rips through your body. Leaving, glittering stars in its wake. Never have you felt something like this, earth shattering is the way to describe it. You're broken into a million pieces. But still he presses on. As his tongue continues to lick your hardened nipples, never relenting there grip on your passion. You feel his hand slid down your stomach. You know the next one will be better, but you don't know how you will survive.
You taste like roses and sweet cream. I love taking you in my mouth. There is more to come, but I'm fascinated by your reaction to my simple touches. I slid my hand down your stomach, wanting to be nestled in your silky warmth.
Rubbing you as I go, you are so soft and warm. I reach your secret place and stop just before. My finger moves up and down. Once again your hips buck against the bed. You slide closer to me feeling my desire press against your hip. You know what is to be and you want it so bad.
Saturday, April 12, 2008
Shadowed eyes
Someday in the distant future
A memory will float upon you
Like the whispering willows
Being tossed by the wind
A thought touching you deep
A memory to be longed for
In her lost shadowed eyes
That once showed you love
Now the torment is gone
Her life went on
Forgotten reasons
Imprisoning her soul
Remember her
To your last breath
For in the folds of her heart
You have forever remained
Hidden in the haze of her reverie
Stroking her stoned heart
She feels no more sorrow
Just the warm soft glow
The roads she has wandered
Never revealed
The person you never knew
For it never will
No promises rendered
No dreams subdued
No more warm stormy nights
To capture her mood
Maybe you'll feel her
Her scent burning in the night
Recalling her touch
While shadowed in moonlight
She once had loved you
Holding you tight
Now her shadowed eyes
Can forever haunt you in the night..
Saturday, March 29, 2008
Between the miles..
Because existence can become severe
in one day,
just sense me and I'll be there.
In the minds eye,
I'm not so far away.
If you hold out your hand,
in the whispers,
I'll become the zephyr.
and besiege you.
If your eye's upon the stars,
in the crystalline darkness,
I'll become the moon.
And the light shall guide you.
If you rest upon the ground,
in the warmth,
I'll become the grass.
And embrace you.
If you turn outside,
in the wetness,
I'll become the rain.
An upon your forehead, kiss you.
If you free the air,
in the light of day,
I'll become the sun.
And smile for you.
Between the miles-
if you need me, I want to be.
in one day,
just sense me and I'll be there.
In the minds eye,
I'm not so far away.
If you hold out your hand,
in the whispers,
I'll become the zephyr.
and besiege you.
If your eye's upon the stars,
in the crystalline darkness,
I'll become the moon.
And the light shall guide you.
If you rest upon the ground,
in the warmth,
I'll become the grass.
And embrace you.
If you turn outside,
in the wetness,
I'll become the rain.
An upon your forehead, kiss you.
If you free the air,
in the light of day,
I'll become the sun.
And smile for you.
Between the miles-
if you need me, I want to be.
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
Summer Nights
Half conscious, at four am on a hot summer night.
The first thing I'm aware of is his erection pressing firmly against my ass. His hand holding my thigh, keeping his body pressed so tightly against mine. His other hand slips under my torso, finding a breast, squeezing and pulling at the nipple firmly.
I'm breathing heavily and moan at his touches to let him know that I'm awake. He starts kissing and biting my neck, I gasp in pleasure. The fingers of his left hand still kneading my breast, his right hand leaves my thigh and he pushes it between my legs from behind, I willingly fall slightly forward, parting my legs and allowing him access to my pussy.
He traces his finger along my lips and over my clitoris, covering it all in my juices which were readily flowing out of me. Then he pushes a finger inside of me and starts to slowly and gently move it in and out, massaging my clit with the rest of his fingers.
Our bodies grew sweatier and I push the blankets far away from us. His finger slowly grows faster inside of me, his other hand squeezing my nipple to the point of pain, pleasure and pain run through my body and I know that I need much more of him inside of me.
"You love this," he says in a voice thick with lust. Not a question, knowing me deep, "Yes, I love this." I agree with him, my body growing hotter every second.
"Do you want me?" He asks, pushing me onto my front. His cock pressed into the back of my thigh, one hand still pulling at my breasts and the other still working away inside of me, every so often coming out and playing with my clit then diving right back in.
He's half lying on me, trapping me beneath him. I love being trapped. "Yes!" I say in a primal animalistic voice.
"Tell me you want me." He orders.
"I want you, I need you!" I moan, wanting more of him.
"Beg me for it." He commands, kissing my back as I beg, I mean every word I say.
"Please fuck me. Please." I repeat over and over, getting off on the sound of my own voice, my own desires and needs. He removes the hand from my breast and I know that it is time for me to get what my whole body is waiting for. He takes his finger out of me and sticks it into my mouth; I hungrily suck at my own juices as he positions himself behind me.
Then he holds me by the hips and pulls my ass up forcing me unto my stomach. He teases me incredibly, making me wait this long, leaving me in suspended animation waiting for his move.
"I need you inside me." I say. He loves to tease me, and I do love being teased. He gently traces the tip of his cock over my lips and my clit, and then I feel it resting against my opening. The longer I'm forced to wait the more desperate I become. Suddenly and without waning he grabs hold of my hips and rams his cock into me. I moan and scream in pure pleasure. I lower my chest to the bed but keep my body in the kneeling position, ass up in the air.
He holds me firmly as he fucks me, ramming my body against his as he enters me. Instinctively he takes a handful of my hair and pulls it; I love it when he does this. His balls bang against my clit with each and every thrust. He's changing from hard and fast to slow and gentle and then back again. Each time building up my breathing faster and faster, almost allowing me to cum, and then slowing me down again. He pushes me down flat on the bed and lies on top of me; only my hips are raised slightly. We grind against each other, I squirm underneath him.
In an almost choreographed movement he rolls us onto our sides, he raises my outer leg, slips under it and, still inside of me, and rolls onto his back throwing me on top. I sit high on him and push my clitoris against him. I like to feel impaled by him, having him deeply driven inside of me. He helps to guide my movements by holding firmly onto my ass...
I lean down and kiss his neck, then finding each other's mouths in the darkness we urgently kiss. I writhe away on top of him as I cum. As the juice runs over our things I lay motionless for a few moments. This is his cue as he rolls me over onto my back. I hug his body close to mine with all of my limbs.
I am still amazed at the feelings running through my being as he fucks me so fast that I suddenly cum again just as he pulls out of me. Hot spunk falls over my breasts and stomach. Instinctively I cover my hands with it and rub it into my skin.
He finds the light switch; we cover our eyes at first at the invasion of bright light. Then adjusted, I look at that wonderful body, that wonderful person who has just made me feel so amazingly good. On his face I see the same delicious smile I wear.
"I love you." We say in unison.
The first thing I'm aware of is his erection pressing firmly against my ass. His hand holding my thigh, keeping his body pressed so tightly against mine. His other hand slips under my torso, finding a breast, squeezing and pulling at the nipple firmly.
I'm breathing heavily and moan at his touches to let him know that I'm awake. He starts kissing and biting my neck, I gasp in pleasure. The fingers of his left hand still kneading my breast, his right hand leaves my thigh and he pushes it between my legs from behind, I willingly fall slightly forward, parting my legs and allowing him access to my pussy.
He traces his finger along my lips and over my clitoris, covering it all in my juices which were readily flowing out of me. Then he pushes a finger inside of me and starts to slowly and gently move it in and out, massaging my clit with the rest of his fingers.
Our bodies grew sweatier and I push the blankets far away from us. His finger slowly grows faster inside of me, his other hand squeezing my nipple to the point of pain, pleasure and pain run through my body and I know that I need much more of him inside of me.
"You love this," he says in a voice thick with lust. Not a question, knowing me deep, "Yes, I love this." I agree with him, my body growing hotter every second.
"Do you want me?" He asks, pushing me onto my front. His cock pressed into the back of my thigh, one hand still pulling at my breasts and the other still working away inside of me, every so often coming out and playing with my clit then diving right back in.
He's half lying on me, trapping me beneath him. I love being trapped. "Yes!" I say in a primal animalistic voice.
"Tell me you want me." He orders.
"I want you, I need you!" I moan, wanting more of him.
"Beg me for it." He commands, kissing my back as I beg, I mean every word I say.
"Please fuck me. Please." I repeat over and over, getting off on the sound of my own voice, my own desires and needs. He removes the hand from my breast and I know that it is time for me to get what my whole body is waiting for. He takes his finger out of me and sticks it into my mouth; I hungrily suck at my own juices as he positions himself behind me.
Then he holds me by the hips and pulls my ass up forcing me unto my stomach. He teases me incredibly, making me wait this long, leaving me in suspended animation waiting for his move.
"I need you inside me." I say. He loves to tease me, and I do love being teased. He gently traces the tip of his cock over my lips and my clit, and then I feel it resting against my opening. The longer I'm forced to wait the more desperate I become. Suddenly and without waning he grabs hold of my hips and rams his cock into me. I moan and scream in pure pleasure. I lower my chest to the bed but keep my body in the kneeling position, ass up in the air.
He holds me firmly as he fucks me, ramming my body against his as he enters me. Instinctively he takes a handful of my hair and pulls it; I love it when he does this. His balls bang against my clit with each and every thrust. He's changing from hard and fast to slow and gentle and then back again. Each time building up my breathing faster and faster, almost allowing me to cum, and then slowing me down again. He pushes me down flat on the bed and lies on top of me; only my hips are raised slightly. We grind against each other, I squirm underneath him.
In an almost choreographed movement he rolls us onto our sides, he raises my outer leg, slips under it and, still inside of me, and rolls onto his back throwing me on top. I sit high on him and push my clitoris against him. I like to feel impaled by him, having him deeply driven inside of me. He helps to guide my movements by holding firmly onto my ass...
I lean down and kiss his neck, then finding each other's mouths in the darkness we urgently kiss. I writhe away on top of him as I cum. As the juice runs over our things I lay motionless for a few moments. This is his cue as he rolls me over onto my back. I hug his body close to mine with all of my limbs.
I am still amazed at the feelings running through my being as he fucks me so fast that I suddenly cum again just as he pulls out of me. Hot spunk falls over my breasts and stomach. Instinctively I cover my hands with it and rub it into my skin.
He finds the light switch; we cover our eyes at first at the invasion of bright light. Then adjusted, I look at that wonderful body, that wonderful person who has just made me feel so amazingly good. On his face I see the same delicious smile I wear.
"I love you." We say in unison.
Sunday, March 9, 2008
A lil piece...
Hey!!
Just wanted to drop a line, thanking all of you for taking the time and reading my blog.. also a big big thank you for leaving me those precious comments..
Honestly, the journey hasn't been easy, I had to get rid of a lot of inhibitions before outing myself here. It doesn't seem much by any standard but it helps me breathe free again...
Please do keep reading and mostly keep ENJOYING!! and let me know if there's anything you would like to read about...
Thank you all of you...
Just wanted to drop a line, thanking all of you for taking the time and reading my blog.. also a big big thank you for leaving me those precious comments..
Honestly, the journey hasn't been easy, I had to get rid of a lot of inhibitions before outing myself here. It doesn't seem much by any standard but it helps me breathe free again...
Please do keep reading and mostly keep ENJOYING!! and let me know if there's anything you would like to read about...
Thank you all of you...
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