I wonder

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..

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.

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.

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..

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.

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.

New Town New Move....Part Two

Samantha slipped the black silk bath robe over her black satin bra and panties, fixed her hair, and gave herself a final glance in the mirror before responding to the knock at the door.

Peeping through the spy hole, Sam could see the stranger, looking as perfect and normal as he had some time ago. No one would have guessed that three hours ago he was pinning her against a washing machine and getting ready to enter her sopping wet pussy. The stranger's mask of innocence was perfect.

Opening the door just a little, she peeked through the crack, pulling close to the door so that she wouldn't ruin her surprise.

"Oh hi" Sam said, trying to keep her cool.
"Hi." The stranger smiled as he spoke. "I seem to have some of your laundry. It must have gotten mixed up with mine, though I can't imagine how."
"Oh really?" she replied, trying to sound shocked. "I hadn't even noticed." Sam opened the door wider, careful to keep the door between herself and the stranger. "Please come in, I'll get you a drink for returning my laundry", she smiled.

The stranger smiled in return, stepped over the threshold and remarked about how nice her apartment looked. Closing the door, Samantha waiting for him to turn and face her. The moment the stranger did so; she let the black silk robe fall open a little. The desired effect happened instantly, as the stranger's eyes slowly moved down and back up her newly exposed flesh, a wicked smile forming on his face.

"I look a lot better from the front, huh?" Sam said jokingly, slipping the robe down past her shoulders so that it came to rest half way along her arms. Her own wicked smile playing across her lips as she moved slowly towards him.

Within moments her lips met his, the black silk robe falling to the floor, as the pair embraced. This time, however, it was Sam's turn to be forceful, as she pulled the stranger's clothes off; the pair clumsily banging into walls and furniture as the made their way to the bedroom.

Forcing the stranger onto the bed, she removed his boxers, and threw them across the room in one fluid motion, as her own panties slipped slowly down her legs to land at her feet. Her eyes fell instantly to the stranger's ramrod stiff cock, finally free from its cotton prison.

Climbing onto the bed, she came to rest on her knees inches above the stranger's erection. Placing her hands on his chest, Sam leaned forward kissing the stranger once more; plunging her tongue into his mouth, while instinctively rubbing herself against his cock. She could feel the stranger's hands moving slowly up her body, the sensation of which made her body tingle and crave more. The stranger's hard cock rubbing against her clit was already beginning to have an effect on Sam, the slightest touch to her clit sent a pulse of electricity through her body like a tiny static shock; and it was already becoming difficult to control herself.

The stranger's hands found her bra, expertly unfastening it as his tongue played with hers; and moments later it landed beside his boxers. Arching her back and pulling away from the stranger's lips, she let out a soft moan, as she pushed her perfectly formed breasts towards the stranger's eager and waiting mouth. Sam's pussy was now so wet that she could feel her juices dripping down the insides of her thighs. She knew the stranger could feel how much she desperately wanted him, as she began to grind against his hard cock.

Nibbling and sucking her hard nipples, the stranger pulled her closer, hearing her pant and moan while being barely able to restrain himself from giving in to his own lustful desires, and taking what he wanted. Within moments the stranger felt Sam's hard brush against his cock as she gently teased herself further.

She looked down at the stranger moving her hand, now covered in her own sweet juices, to his cock. Gripping it tightly, Sam pulled back his foreskin exposing the engorged purple head. She slowly began to tease by rubbing her clit against the tip of the stranger's cock, sending quivering waves of pleasure throughout her lower body. The stranger's hands found Sam's waist as he gripped her tight, trying to force her down on his hard cock. Samantha smiled wickedly, savoring every moment while resisting the forceful advances of the stranger as well as her own urges to satisfy herself. Looking deeply into his brown green eyes, she continued to tease the stranger's cock which was quickly becoming wet with her juices.

His low moaning joining hers was satisfaction enough, the teasing becoming too much for her to handle as she gently lowered herself on the stranger's rock solid cock. Her pussy was screaming with pleasure, as she slid down his shaft. Leaned forward Sam took the stranger's hands in her own and pinned them above his head. Inch by inch, Sam's pussy slowly welcomed the stranger's cock as a soft moan of satisfaction escaped her lips. The stranger's eyes locking on hers twinkled devilishly, as she rose as slowly as she could along the stranger's thick and solid shaft. Barely contain her lustful desires, as a wicked smile formed on her lips. She had never realized that teasing could be this much fun.

Resting with just the tip of the stranger's cock inside her, Sam continued to look deep into his eyes, keeping his hands pinned above his head as she bit her bottom lip in anticipation of fully satisfying herself. The stranger smiled wickedly, squeezing one of her hands gently, a silent sign of affection between the two lovers. It was all that Sam needed, as once again she eased herself slowly down the stranger's thick cock, her whole body screaming "yes" as she let out a long low moan. Letting go of the stranger's hands, and arching backwards, she placed her hands behind herself on the bed and pushed her firm breasts into the air as she began to grind him hard.

Forcing his cock deep inside herself, and stretching her tight pussy, Sam began to ride the stranger, building up speed with every movement. Every time Sam moved up, she would slam down harder and faster, their moaning becoming louder and louder filling the room and echoing off the walls. Her whole body tingled as pleasure radiated through her, which only made her hunger for more sending her into a lust fuelled frenzy.

Panting and moaning, Sam lifted herself up off her hands, and lowered her head to lock her eyes on those of the stranger. Her long brown hair falling down past her shoulders and over her breasts which moved in a delayed rhythm to that of her body. Their moaning becoming cries of passion as she fought back the urge to lose herself to her building orgasm.

The stranger sensing the storm brewing within Sam gripped her waist and began thrusting up into her as she slid down his cock. The pair were perfectly synchronized, lost in the moment, eyes locked, as the bed squeaked and groaned and the head board threatened to break through the wall in to the neighboring apartment.

Sweat glistening from their naked forms, the pair continued to make love, the world seeming to disappear around them. Tears ran down Sam's cheeks, as she forced herself to hold back her orgasm, as the stranger pulled her close.

"It's ok Sweetheart. Let it go." He whispered softly into her ear.

Sam pulled back, shaking her head, and biting her lip as she continued to slam down against the stranger's throbbing cock, until she finally had no choice but to finally surrender to her orgasm.

Her hands resting on the stranger's shoulders, Sam's movements had become a blur as she rode him. His thrusts tearing into her, she let out a scream digging her nails into the stranger's shoulders as her swollen pussy took on a life of its own. Sam's orgasm, finally free, surged through her, causing her whole body to shake as a wave of pleasure washed over her. Her pussy was gripping the stranger's cock hard, almost as if trying to wrench it from him and make it a part of her, the sensations of this pushing the stranger over the edge as he thrust upwards into her spasming pussy before erupting into orgasm himself as he called her name.

Samantha, exhausted, collapsed into the arms of the stranger. Her heart pounding hard against her rib cage, as the stranger wrapped his arms around her, his fingers running though her hair.

As a rush of euphoria washed over Sam, she let out a giddy giggle, and closed her eyes silently wishing that this moment would last forever.

New Town New Move....Part One

Samantha folded the last of the laundry from the drier, placing it neatly into the basket before putting a fresh load of clothes in. Closing the door and setting the timer, she pulled the book from her bag and settled down to read in one of the chairs placed sporadically throughout the dingy laundry room that occupied the basement of her apartment building.

Samantha hated laundry days, even more so because she was forced to use facilities that other people often used. However, having just moved to a new city, a new washer and drier were the last things on Sam's mind.

Besides, the laundry room did come with perks, for example, it was an easy way to spend time with the guy from across the hall. Sam smiled at the thought of him, playing idly with her long brown hair as she did.

Despite their frequent chats Sam still didn't know his name, though she didn't seem to mind. He was taller than her, with black hair which was peppered with grey despite his young age. However, it was his eyes that Sam always thought of first; they were a dreamy swirl of brown and green. She could picture herself looking into them for hours. He usually dropped in on the same days as her, and she was quite surprised that he hadn't been in already.

Flipping through her book, Samantha found her page and continued to read about Louis and Claudia, who were planning an escape.

It was some time later, that the closing of one of the washers' doors broke Sam's concentration and made her realize that she was no longer alone. It was the "stranger" from across the hall.

Spinning the dial on the washer and clicking the on button, he turned to face her with a smile.

"Sorry if I startled you, I did say hello when I came in, but you seemed engrossed in your book."

The washing machine clunked to life as the stranger loaded up a second machine full of laundry. Samantha found herself watching him, her body tingling as her mind wandered and playing out a number of different fantasies, as she sighed dreamily. As the stranger's eyes caught hers, she snapped out of her reverie, and found herself blushing deeply. It was then that she noticed that the drier had stopped.

Making her way across the room, she deliberately squeezed her way past the stranger so that her firm breasts brushed against his back. It felt like a faint pulse of electricity passed though her body, as her nipples hardened; they were now clearly visible through her tight white top.

The stranger glanced over his shoulder, eyes lingering on Sam's chest as she continued to make her way to the drier. A small smile played across her lips; she'd gotten his attention.

Pulling some of her clothes out of the drier, she called over to the stranger.

"Would you mind helping me?"
"Sure", the stranger said with a smile.

The stranger reached Sam, just in time to catch a small pile of clothes making their bid for freedom. Her cheeks flushed once more, as the stranger placed the clothes on a surface and she noticed her bra and panties at the top of the pile.

The pair folded her clothes, joking about the perfect folding technique, and the fact that she seemed to have gone through an entire clothes store worth of outfits in one week. She felt herself sinking into the stranger's brown green eyes, and becoming intoxicated by his scent. Completely lost in a dream like haze, she leaned forward and kissed the stranger deeply, yet briefly.

Pulling away almost instantly, and blushing once more, Sam turned away from the stranger and busied herself folding another garment.

His arms wrapped around her, as he made her face him. The stranger's lips met Sam's as he kissed her deeply, pulling her close against his body. Her tongue playing with his, as the strangers hands ran slowly and gently up her body; which made her body tingle with pleasure.

Her body pressed firmly against his, and wrapping her arms around the stranger, she found herself backing up against one of the unused washing machines. It became clear that they both wanted the same thing, as the stranger's hard cock rubbed firmly against her, and moments later she surrendered to lust as she furiously unfastened the stranger's pants.

His hands quickly moved back to her waist, the buttons on her pants proving no obstacle as the stranger yanked her pants down past her panties, and let the rest at her thighs; while his own pants slowly slipped to his ankles. Her tight white top followed, thrown to the floor and leaving her exposed in her white bra and panties, her pants locked just above her knees so that she couldn't move her legs.

The stranger spun her around in one fluid motion and before she had the chance to get her bearings, she could feel the stranger's hands forcefully pulling down her panties so that they came to rest on her pants.

The stranger's other hand came to rest on the back of her neck, forcing her to bend over the washer, pushing her small, round, and exposed ass into the air.

Sam's warm skin met the cool metal of the unused washer, as the stranger pinned her in place and positioned himself behind her. Leaning down, the stranger placed soft kisses along her spine, slowly slipping the straps of her white bra down past her shoulders.

Sam could feel the warmth of the stranger's breath as the kisses moved up her back. Slipping her hair over her shoulders, the stranger's kisses finally reached the back of Sam's neck. It was all she could do to suppress a moan of pleasure as it threatened to escape from her mouth. However she could not control the well of desire that was forming deep inside herself, as her pussy craved attention, and she felt her own juices running down the inside of her thighs.

Brushing her hair out of the way, the stranger continued to place the tiniest of kisses along her neck and shoulders, each of which sent small waves of delight radiating throughout Sam's body.

Feeling the stranger's hard cock against her thighs, Sam parted her legs as much as her pants would allow, slowly rubbing herself against his rock hard erection. It was all the invitation that he needed, as moments later she felt the stranger's hard cock enter her slowly. Despite the welcoming warm wetness of Sam's pussy, she could feel every inch of the stranger, as he stretched her around his cock.

Sam stifled her moans by biting her bottom lip, digging her nails into the washer as she gripped it tightly while the stranger slowly pumped himself in and out of her. With each thrust the stranger managed to force another inch of his cock into her, stretching her pussy further.

His hand found the back of her neck once more, holding her firmly in face with her face just inches above the surface of the unused washer. Building up speed with every movement, the sound of skin slapping skin quickly filled the room, each thrust getting harder and harder driving Sam's thighs into the edge of the washer. Unable to contain herself anymore, she let out a loud moan, which only seemed to fuel the stranger's lust for more, as he pounded her pussy for all it was worth.

The pain that she felt was intense. The tops of her thighs red, likely bruised, screamed with the shock of the brutal slamming against the washer; which shuddered with each thrust from the stranger.

Her moans became louder, joined by the strangers, both of which began to drown out the noise from the two washers that were still in use. She was sure that the noise could be heard from the first floor, but she didn't care. Pain quickly became pleasure as Sam's pussy welcomed and squeezed the stranger's cock ever time her thrust inside her.

Arching her back, she pushed herself against the washer, managing to rub her clit against its edge. The combination of the strangers cock driving inside her, along with the sensation caused by the rubbing of her clit sent pulsing waves of pleasure through her body, and soon Sam felt herself stirring.

The heavy moaning became panting, as sweat glistened on their bodies, until Sam could no longer contain herself. Her pussy spasmed violently as Sam let out a cry of ecstasy, as she came hard on the stranger's cock. This in turn caused the stranger to thrust harder and faster, before letting out a low growl.

Gripping her tightly, the stranger send wave after wave of hot sticky cum deep inside her, while Sam's pussy began to spasm once more, as another orgasm rippled through her.

Falling limply against the washer, Sam's heart pounded as she tried to catch her breath. Reaching down she pulled up her panties and pants, slipping them over her ass as the stranger once again placed the tiniest kisses on her shoulders and neck before slipping her bra straps back into place.

A few minutes later, both were fully dressed and placing a small kiss on the stranger's lips, Sam left, smiling wickedly to herself.

Little did the stranger realize that she'd slipped some of her own clothes in with his. She would definitely be seeing him again, soon.

I am...

I am ...

A woman

With a full heart,

hidden

Somewhere in an empty room ...

With eyes not quite of autumn's gold,

and yet

Neither all of summer's green;

I wonder ...If love is a tale made for children -

A granting of sweet dreams in their innocence --

A honey-coating to help their throats

Choke down the bitter draught ...

I hear ...

A voice that whispers warnings,

half-formed,

Bodiless as hope,

until I swear I cannot draw

Another breath unless this specter be unmasked,

His lies mangled beneath my righteous tread;

I see ...

A woman, proud, uncompromising,

Diaphanous as air - less, even,

than the tears

That fall in desolation about her weary feet,

Salt poison pooled upon the withered ground ...

I want ...

A measure of quietude, a certain silence,

The echo of alone which heals me of dreaming,

The nothing that stills the wanting,

The numb, the cold that laughs at pain;

I am

A woman,

hidden ...

I pretend ...

That I can live forever --

that time has no puissance but that which I afford Him

And so, I can wait,

I can be happy tomorrow,

Sleep is for the dead;

its ghosts haunt my waking ...

I feel ...

Too much - too deeply to be directionless,

Too real for imagining,

yet the familiar eyes

Hold nothing of recognition --

only my reflection

A meeting of shadows in sunlit glass;

I touch ...

The downy wings of hope, in wonder,

In reverence, in need, in hunger;

Alas, it burns my fingers as a flame,

A sacrilege, self-defined ...

I worry ...

That I am alone; that in my longing

I have forsaken all

but oh, what reward,

What smile divine should light the path to freedom

And how can I but heed the siren's call?

I cry ...

For having too much,

for fear of bursting,

And then,

when by the pouring of my soul

I lie, a vessel emptied,

I cry again

For what was had, and lost;

I am

A woman,

empty ...

I understand

That life is what you make it,

That sometimes, the coat of many colors

That marks your triumphs brightly, blends only

To loneliest of grey ...I say

That we are made by life, shaped,

Broken, perhaps -- unmade and voided --

But always, the core of us remains, waiting

With only faith, with trust, to be reborn;

I dream

Of bluest waters, reaching

With unnatural hands toward the faded sky,

Of dolphins that wander in seas without limits,

Carrying me water-breathing past corals and clouds ...

I try ...

To lead by example, knowing

That merely the telling holds no power;

A gift of giving is merely a day, while

A gift of knowing spans forever;

I hope ...That my darkness holds you gently,

That pain is halved by sharing, that feeling

Wields nothing past the words it summons,

Except that it touchs you with only healing ...

I am

A woman,

only.

Red

He arrived home late again. He noticed that she had set a special meal and had planned an evening.

In the bedroom he notices that his bedside light has been left on, but she appears to be asleep.He goes to the bathroom to get ready for bed.

Drying himself off after his shower he enters the bedroom and gently drops into bed.Lying with his back propped up by his pillows; he reaches to turn off the light, when he feels her hand on his chest.Looking down he sees her white hand resting between his nipples. At the end of each finger is a lovely tapered nail that had been freshly lacquered with red polish. Nails which look bright, shiny and wet. Nails that are just long enough to be sexy.

One of her fingers trails down his chest, circling his nipples, raising them to points and then moving slowly to his navel. At his navel she gently presses her nail into the dimple and swirls it around. His breath catches at the feeling.

His manhood stirs and begins to thicken. Red always excites him. Long nails always excite him. The two together drive him toward the edge.She moves her hand back up his chest. Flattening her hand, so he can see the red tips as they play over him. He watches her hand as she makes it into a claw and gently rakes it across his nipples and down his chest, making him hiss at the sensations that rocket through him. She drags her nails down his chest and onto his stomach and stops short of his groin.His cock jumps and twitches. It lengthens and hardens.She gathers his balls into her hand and rolls them to and fro. Pulling on them, she cages them inside her fingers and lets them run through the bright red bars of her nails until they escape to freedom.

She trails a finger up the length of his rigidness. He watches entranced as the shiny red tip circles the knob of his cock. Round and round, until a drop of glistening pre-cum moistens her fingertip.Capturing it she slowly brings it to her mouth. Her pink tongue snakes through her red lips and catches the drop before it falls.

He watches mesmerized as she slides her red tipped finger in and out of her mouth to make it wet. He watches as it leaves her red lips and travels to his body.She glides her wet finger down over his cock and watches it jump as the wetness from her finger dries.

She cages him with her fingers, pulling her hand up his shaft, raking her nails along all sides of him. She can see the beat of his heart in the pulse of the veins on his penis. She watches, as he trusts his hips into her hand begging for more.Straddling his legs, she places both of her hands on his chest and runs her nails softly over it. She makes sure that she rakes across his nipples and causes the wonderful pleasure that he so enjoys.

Applying more pressure she scrapes her nails down his chest leaving trails of red marks. She makes several passes down his chest to make sure that all areas have received her attention.Easing herself off his legs, she applies pressure with her hands, indicating that he should open himself to her. With his compliance he is completely open to her touch. She scrapes her nails down his thighs to his knees. He watches as the red nails run through the hairs on his legs, enjoying the red being brushed by threads of brown. She rakes across his balls and trails her fingers down to the area between his sack and ass. Gently she rakes the area and smiles as his ass tightens and he groans feeling the pressure inside of him build. She makes several passes, bringing moans each time.

He is turgid and his cockhead glistens with the oozing of his pre-cum, as it turns red with the desire for release.Her hands with the long red tapered nails lift him up and roll his hardness between them. She always makes sure that he can see the flashing of the nails in the light.

Moistening her palms with his crystal clear juices she grasps and tugs. Using more pressure she quickens the friction always gathering more of his moistness. She feels him tense getting ready for his release. She runs her nails across his cock and balls again. Scraping the tip of him. She watches as he trembles and shakes, as he tenses and releases his passion.

Together they watch as white creamy pearls of his cum run across her red nails.

For Suj...

In Memory.. in thought

In memory of DJ, she knows who i truly am..

Harsh words & violent blows
Hidden secrets nobody knows
Eyes are open, hands are fisted
Deep inside I'm warped & twisted
So many tricks & so many lies
Too many whens & too many whys
Nobody's special, nobody's gifted
I'm just me, warped & twisted
Sleeping awake & choking on a dream
Listening loudly to a silent scream
Lost in someone so warped & twisted
On my knees, alive but dead
Look at the invisible blood I've bled
I'm not gone, my mind has drifted
Don't expect much, I'm warped & twisted
Burnt out, wasted, empty, & hollow
Today's just yesterday's tomorrow
The sun died out, the ashes sifted
I'm still here, warped & twisted

I buried my daughter today

I buried my daughter today,
my soul burns with pain.
No longer will i touch her face,
or caress her skin again.

I buried my daughter today,
God, what have i done wrong,
to have her stolen from my arms,
when my faith in you was strong.

I buried my daughter today,
thank God i have another.
I couldnt walk this path alone,
Every breath is a struggle

I buried my daughter today,
she was a bit past three.
Searing, ripping, tearing aches,
my emotions overcome me.

My other now is a mother this eve,
to God above i pray,
these words by her not repeated,
I buried my daughter today...

The beauty i call home....

A lonely seagull flies the winds
Majestic... soaring...gliding wings
A single screech sounds from the sky
Come fly with me... come here and fly

My spirit floats to be a part
I feel the beating of its heart
My soul, one with this bird of sea
Now knows the meaning to fly free

I feel the winds caress my soul
And soar the streams without a goal
My being trembles of delight
A treasure I received tonight

The seagull's flight of soaring high
The gift of what it means to fly

Tongue Tied

I met him on a chat. He was from a city 2,000 miles away but we connected instantly. Perhaps it was because he was originally from my hometown but I think it was because he had a relaxed way about him. Talking to him was the easiest thing to do and it was nothing for us to spend 4-5 hours on the phone. Sex was always a popular topic of conversation, that’s for sure. One of the things we have in common is a high sex drive and a wicked imagination … wicked in every way, might I add. Soon I was telling him all about my inner most desires and fantasies. With anybody else I would have been embarrassed but he always made me feel at ease.

I have never been confident about my body. Not only was I very tall – 6ft to be exact – but I had about 40 pounds extra on my frame. We would often talk about me wearing stiletto heels with stockings or a fantastic pair of over the knee black stiletto boots. He is a little shorter than me so I had some misgivings about donning a pair of 6” heels but he was undeterred. He found the idea a real turn on. So did I.

Now when some people hear about a 6ft tall woman wearing stiletto boots a Dominatrix might come to mind … but I am far from the dominating type. What turns me on is a man in control. He understood that and aimed to please. Our phone sex was incredible. The man could have me Cumming in no time at all. His voice and his imagination always sent me over the edge.We were driving each other nuts sexually and so had to make plans to meet. I won’t bore you with the details except to say that I booked a flight and the stage was set. The morning I was to leave I dressed accordingly … very short skirt, black stockings and stiletto pumps to show off my great legs … and a red jacket unzipped to leave my cleavage on display. As I sat waiting to board, I was getting some looks from two salesmen types across the room … but I only had one man on my mind.

I walked through the sliding door of the terminal gate and there he was. Although we had exchanged pictures, I was not prepared for how unbelievable he was. Our eyes met and the chemistry was as powerful as it was over the phone. I nearly ran into his arms and pressed myself against him as we hugged. He smelled as good as he looked.

“You look fantastic,” he said, running his hands over my back and ass. I didn’t say anything but I could feel his hardness already. I stepped back and modeled for him. He nodded approvingly. “You look good enough to eat.” My cheeks were flushed with excitement and a bit of shyness. I wasn’t used to having a man like him compliment me that way. “Why thank you, you don’t look so bad yourself, “I beamed. He was wearing a beige dress shirt, black dress pants and matching black and beige tie.

My clit felt tingly.While we waited for my luggage to arrive, he kept his arm around my waist and several times I caught him staring at my tits. “Like what you see?” I asked him coyly. “Oh most definitely,” he replied. Just to prove it he took his finger and caressed the top of my cleavage. Shivers ran up and down my spine and my pussy was definitely getting wet.Being the perfect gentleman, he carried my luggage to the car, still looking me over like a prized possession.

I love that about a man. I love being “his woman”. For the man I am dating I consider myself his, own personal sex slave. Not in a derogatory way but strictly a toy for his pleasure. He knew this and brought it into our phone role playing. Now we were together in person and I was shaking with anticipation at what it would be like to fuck him and be fucked.As we drove, he put his hand on my knee. I knew that the sight of my legs adorned with silky black stockings would be to his liking. My skirt had hiked up just high enough that he could see the tops of my stockings. At one point he traced a finger along the lace, occasionally touching bare skin. He was driving me wild and he knew it. The bulge in his crotch showed me that I was doing the same to him.

I don’t remember the walk from the car to the house … what I do remember was the sound of the front door closing and a pair of hands cupping my breasts from behind. Like a caged animal finally released, I sighed heavily and pressed my ass back against him. His erection seemed to strain against the material of his pants. It wanted some pussy and it wanted some now.“God you are fucking sexy,” he moaned, kissing the back of my neck and teasing my now rock hard nipples with his fingers. I could only groan in reply. My tits are hypersensitive and he knows that I can cum just from having them played with. “I can’t wait to fuck you.”

His words were like hot brands on my body. Every nerve ending was alive and exploding. He turned me around and started to kiss me. His tongue explored my mouth and I sucked on it greedily. Lips against lips, our hands explored each other’s bodies. His were all over my ass and then he ran his fingertips up the sides of each stockinged thigh.“Oh God, “ I breathed into his mouth, savoring the actions of his tongue. “Please fuck me. I need your cock right now!”

With that he took my hand and led me up the stairs to his bedroom. Once through the door he pushed me down onto the bed and was on top of me. He kissed me hungrily on the lips and then made his way to my earlobes, all the while assaulting my body with his hands. I could only squirm and moan beneath him. I had waited so long to fuck him that I was overcome with lust.

My body had taken over and my mind was along for the ride. I had spread my legs automatically when he got on top of me and so now he was pushing his hard cock against my soaked panties. My hips thrust upwards out of instinct, wanting to take all of him into me.“I think my Princess wants some cock, “he groaned into my ear, his breathing getting heavier. “Is that what you want Princess?” I found my voice. “Yes, Daddy. I need your cock. I want you to fuck me!”“That’s a good girl,” he said. Now he was tracing his tongue along my cleavage. “Such beautiful tits . . . just for Daddy to suck on, right Princess?” “Yes, Daddy. Just for you.”

Suddenly he grabbed at the neck of my jacket and ripped it open. I gasped in shock but it only made me wetter.I was wearing a black push up bra, the delicate lace barely covering my creamy white tits. His hands were on them in a flash, squeezing and pushing them together. My nipples were pushing through the material and he saw that as an invitation. He started sucking on them through the lace, his tongue flicking at the hard buds. Without missing a beat he used his teeth to grab a hold and pulled my bra up, exposing my tits. “God those are great tits,” he said, running his palms over the nipples. “Do you want Daddy to suck them?” “Oh please suck them Daddy,” I begged. My nipples hardened even more when his hot mouth closed over them. He sucked at them like a baby, making slurping noises and moaning at the same time. I started to buck wildly and thrash beneath him. I pushed upwards, driving my tits deeper into his mouth. He grabbed my hands and held them above my head, pinning me to the bed. “Daddy’s got a surprise for you,” he grinned. Then, without warning, he sat up. The sudden release of my nipples made a popping sound. He removed his tie and began winding it around my wrists. My hands hadn’t moved from above my head. I squirmed but he didn’t stop.When he decided that the tie was secure, he reached over and got a piece of rope from the nightstand. Fastening one end to the tie, he attached the other to the headboard. I was helpless and at his mercy.He looked down at me from all fours. “I love seeing my Princess bound up like the little slut that she is.”


I pulled at the restraint but it was useless. “You can’t get away. Daddy’s got you now, “he said with a laugh. Reaching over to the nightstand again he picked up a pair of scissors. My eyes widened in anticipation for I knew what he was about to do. The sharp metal felt cold against my hot skin as he slid it under my bra strap. Snap! Went the first one. Then the other one. Snap! He pulled it off and threw it on the floor. My tits jiggled with his every move.I was panting now, realizing what he was going to do next. He threw the scissors on the floor and starting pulling my skirt down. It didn’t take long. “Wow. You’re wearing garters for Daddy, such a good girl.” He tugged at the strips of material and then placed his forefinger directly over my soaked crotch. “

You’re so wet, Princess.”He began to caress the flimsy strip that hardly covered my smooth pussy. I knew he liked a bare pussy and I had made an appointment just the day before to have it completely waxed. The lack of hair meant that the nerve endings in my skin were now ultrasensitive and the touch of his fingers caused it to tingle. “Mmmmm, nice smooth pussy,” he said, smiling approvingly. “Just how Daddy likes it.” He kept his eyes on mine as he at first gently probed around the crotch and then slipped a finger underneath.

my reflexes took over and I felt my hips grind upwards. I wanted his fingers inside my wet walls. I wanted his cock there even more.He must have read my mind because now he was teasing my hard clit with two fingers. I could feel the pressure of sexual tension building and I knew that if he kept at what he was doing, I would soon cum. He said not a word but just watched me … then he withdrew his hand.“No Cumming for my Princess just yet,” he grinned. I cried out in desperation, “Oh please Daddy! Make me cum! I can’t stand it!!” I was panting like an animal in heat but he acted like he didn’t hear me. My thighs were quivering uncontrollably as my body perched on the edge of release. Out of reflex I tried to squeeze my legs together, hoping that would give me the orgasm I needed, but he grabbed them and spread them apart. “You will cum when Daddy says so!”, he commanded with a voice that I had never heard from him before. He was definitely in control.

To make sure of his wish he pulled two scarves from under the mattress and began tying my ankles to the bedposts. Now I was spread-eagled, bound strictly for the pleasure of this man who so completely pervaded my senses. He quickly undressed and I gasped at the sight of his rock hard dick. It was over 8 inches long and thick. His balls were shaved bare and I longed to feel that stiff rod inside my tight little cunt. It bounced as he climbed onto the bed, positioning himself on his knees between my legs.Lowering himself onto me, he again sucked on my nipples. He tugged and pulled at them, sometimes using his teeth to graze them. I could do nothing but thrash and buck beneath him, every action on my hard buds sending bolts of electricity directly to my clit. I could feel his hard cock pressing against me and I tried to will it inside. I needed his cock; I needed for him to fuck me. So many months of waiting and longing.As he fed on my breasts, he slid his palms under my ass, lifting it every so slightly.

Then he let go of my tits and began licking his way down my body. “Oh God!” I thought to myself, knowing where he was headed. When his hot lips and breath reached the soft fleshy mound just above my clit, I felt tears of fear cloud my eyes. “No, Daddy, please not that … not yet.” I begged him not to feed on me so intimately, never having had a man do that to me … but he didn’t listen. My protests seemed to egg him on even further. He looked up at me and then ran his tongue all the way down my cunt. No words could express the feeling of that tongue on my smooth pussy lips and surrounding skin. I thrust my crotch up into his face, even though I was flushed with embarrassment at an intrusion into such a private place. Soon his tongue was swirling around my clit, pulling on it and sucking like he did on my nipples. Pussy juice flowed into his mouth and coated his chin. He slurped eagerly and moaned how good I tasted. I couldn't believe this was happening. I was both scared and pleasured at the same time.Then he drove his tongue into my pussy. “Fuck!” I moaned, twisting my body trying to get away from him but it was no use. I was tied and now tongued almost to the point of torture. I pulled on the scarves, trying to get free. As he tongue-fucked me he reached up and twisted my nipples. For what seemed like an eternity he ate me out, bringing me to the point of orgasm and then slowing. "Tell daddy you are his fuck toy." he said and I panted the words out.


“My little girl tastes so delicious", he murmured into me. “So much sweet juice for Daddy to drink.” His words stung me and fed the fires of lust now overtaking me. “But Daddy needs to tame that sweet cunt and tame it good.” With that he thrust his cock into my waiting hole and the swiftness of it took my breath away. He began fucking me like a wild animal, driving his cock deep inside my pussy. He grabbed my tits in his hands and pounded me into the mattress. His eyes locked with mine as he took me there on his bed. Over and over he plunged that amazing cock into my hot cunt.He grunted with every thrust. My hips pushed upwards, wanting him deeper and deeper inside.

Letting go of my tits, he pulled out and lifted my legs so that they were on his shoulder. Then he unleashed a fucking that I would feel for days. His strong, muscular legs acted like machines, his ass the engine as he rode me like no one ever had. I screamed both in pain and pleasure, teetering on the edge of unconsciousness as the sensations rolled through my body. My ravaged pussy was taking the beating of its life and I didn’t care. I wanted more and more … “Oh God, fuck me Daddy!” I said between gasps for breath. “Yeah, you like Daddy fucking you hard?” “Yes, yes, YES!!!” I screamed in reply. “Hard – as – you – want – to – Daddy!”

Never in my life had I experienced anything like this. I had to cum but was afraid to. It was going to be a powerful one and no matter how I tried I couldn’t hold it back. The climax hit me like a freight train. Wave upon wave of intense heat coursed through my body. My pussy walls rolled and fluttered, contracting and gripping his cock like a vise. My legs were shaking involuntarily, as he kept driving his cock into my pussy again and again. I felt blackness begin to envelop me but I fought it off.

I wanted to feel him cum, feel the heat pour inside me.Sweat poured off his face and body and mixed with mine. Our bodies were bathed in silky wetness. I saw the muscles in his stomach clench and knew he was about to dump his load. “Daddy’s going to CUM." His screams seemed to reverberate around the room and I screamed a moan as I felt his seed pour into my quivering hole. He grabbed onto my hips and hammered his cock into me, making sure every last drop of his sticky cum found its way into my cunt. For what seemed like an eternity he kept thrusting, an endless supply of cum filling me then pouring down into the crack of my ass.


Then daddy kissed me, and said, "Welcome home princess."

I met a man....

You play the game well,
You tease, torture, tantalize

you are the Master-The Master of Disguise.

You know you are in control:

You know all the moves,just what to do.

I'm dying to give up power.

I want to surrender myself to you.

Tear down these walls

I've worked so hard to build.

Hold me fiercely

'Till all my doubts have stilled.

Take me gently,

Break my chains,

Remove my fears,

Let trust remain.