Warning, the following content is sexually suggestive and explicit. Discretion is advised
I'm lying on top of you. Neither of us has a shirt on. Your hand is tangled in my hair, we're kissing passionately. Tongues tangoing. I trail butterfly kisses down your neck and over your collarbone. My hands, ahead of me are unbuckling your belt. I lick the circle of your belly button. It tickles, you laugh softly. Undoing your button and fly I ease your jeans down off your hips, taking your unders with them. Taking care not to catch the beast stirring within, I slide your pants the rest of the way off with my foot. Coming up to kiss you, my breasts drag over your chest, causing the nubs to harden. One last quick hard kiss as you rock your hips upwards trying to slide into me. Wriggling out of the way, I laugh and say I have other plans for you.
My fingers lightly skimming your thighs, I touch the velvety smoothness of your shaft, marvelling how something so hard can feel so soft. Feeling left out, I run my tongue up the same path my hand just took, flicking it lightly over that sensitive spot at the tip. I hear your breath catch and smile. Gently dragging my lips, I kiss up and down your hardness getting the lay of the land. A pearly drop of your essence beads at the slit. I lick it clean tasting you. I swipe my tongue on the underside of the mushroom head, feeling the rough bumps with my tongue. Grazing over that sensitive spot again. The beast fully awake, throbs for more attention.
Warm moistness encloses over you as I take you into my mouth. My hand stroking down with my mouth. Coming up, I gently apply suction on the way down, taking more of you in. Gripping tighter on the up stroke you feel the roughness of my tongue on the underside, as I settle into a rhythm. I use my hand to cover the area my mouth can't. The beast is much too large to all fit in.
You start to join my rhythm with your hips slightly at first then more powerfully as your excitement builds. Your hand in my hair guiding me to your thrusts. I feel the beast reach his maximum density and know the end is coming soon. You pull my head away suddenly saying "OK" my hand still working your shaft, I quickly grab some tissues and cover you to catch your wetness. I lay my head on your stomach, still stroking you as you enjoy the aftershocks of your orgasm
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Monday, January 19, 2009
12 Years
The large folded square of cardboard
Lays flat - waiting
Already creased to create it's 3-D shape
A box is taped quickly into form
Old towels, spare pillow cases
Are pressed into service as wrapping
For the delicate, breakable items
Preventing future damage when the day comes
Each glass, each china plate
Carefully covered and placed just so
Holds a memory or story of my life
Each piece stored a reminder of what was
As I pack, I wonder how things
Detoured so wrongly
Was I so blissful in my ignorance
Or did I simply pretend the bad away
Memories of our 1st house at Christmas
And the Castle water fountain I so desperately wanted
And received that year from a man who was loving, considerate
Active and interested in his family and home
Two years fly by and his first child is born
Another long year and yet another on the way
Two beautiful sisters for the already wizened little girl that came before
My hands so full, I fail to notice the increased absences
Children get older, absence longer and routine
I find myself feeling, jealous, angry and all alone
A reprieve - I get to join in and live a little
Life beyond my house does exist!!
Little things become BIG things
Jealousy rears its ugly head, but not by me
Nothing I do assuages the monster
Confusion leads to sadness, stress and finally anger
I stop biting my tongue - I scream back
I don't care I'm being mean anymore...do I care at all
Nights out inevitably end in the constant battle
Usually over something I've said or done - I can't win
Trapped, seeing no way out
Is this what I want my girls to live??
Why did I allow myself to be caged like this
What am I going to do about it
Closely examining my life
I face the discrepancies that don't add up
Pay attention to the air of entitlement that surrounds the house
The implied belief that I have contributed nothing
Changes, lots of changes
A job offer I love, a decision to no longer live this way
Threats, lies, bullying and lawyers, entitlement shifts to "poor me"
Discovering who your true friends are, and some new ones too
As I fill box after box, I try to decide
Have I just wasted 12 years of my life?? Beautiful children not included
For as young as I am, i feel old and worn out
I conclude that no, I have wasted my time...I've been learning
If anything the invincibility of youth
Still lingers, in the strength I've rediscovered
And even when I'm shaking in my boots
I'm the only one who really needs to know
Stubbornly, my heart refuses to let go
Of the hope that I have yet to find true love
My head, just a stubborn says, that fairy tales are for children
But my gut, remain optimistic with a "You never can tell"
Lays flat - waiting
Already creased to create it's 3-D shape
A box is taped quickly into form
Old towels, spare pillow cases
Are pressed into service as wrapping
For the delicate, breakable items
Preventing future damage when the day comes
Each glass, each china plate
Carefully covered and placed just so
Holds a memory or story of my life
Each piece stored a reminder of what was
As I pack, I wonder how things
Detoured so wrongly
Was I so blissful in my ignorance
Or did I simply pretend the bad away
Memories of our 1st house at Christmas
And the Castle water fountain I so desperately wanted
And received that year from a man who was loving, considerate
Active and interested in his family and home
Two years fly by and his first child is born
Another long year and yet another on the way
Two beautiful sisters for the already wizened little girl that came before
My hands so full, I fail to notice the increased absences
Children get older, absence longer and routine
I find myself feeling, jealous, angry and all alone
A reprieve - I get to join in and live a little
Life beyond my house does exist!!
Little things become BIG things
Jealousy rears its ugly head, but not by me
Nothing I do assuages the monster
Confusion leads to sadness, stress and finally anger
I stop biting my tongue - I scream back
I don't care I'm being mean anymore...do I care at all
Nights out inevitably end in the constant battle
Usually over something I've said or done - I can't win
Trapped, seeing no way out
Is this what I want my girls to live??
Why did I allow myself to be caged like this
What am I going to do about it
Closely examining my life
I face the discrepancies that don't add up
Pay attention to the air of entitlement that surrounds the house
The implied belief that I have contributed nothing
Changes, lots of changes
A job offer I love, a decision to no longer live this way
Threats, lies, bullying and lawyers, entitlement shifts to "poor me"
Discovering who your true friends are, and some new ones too
As I fill box after box, I try to decide
Have I just wasted 12 years of my life?? Beautiful children not included
For as young as I am, i feel old and worn out
I conclude that no, I have wasted my time...I've been learning
If anything the invincibility of youth
Still lingers, in the strength I've rediscovered
And even when I'm shaking in my boots
I'm the only one who really needs to know
Stubbornly, my heart refuses to let go
Of the hope that I have yet to find true love
My head, just a stubborn says, that fairy tales are for children
But my gut, remain optimistic with a "You never can tell"
Saturday, January 17, 2009
Fears of Eternity
I awake, to begin again
the same tasks as yesterday
and the day before
Tend to the needs and wants
of the small ones
then to my own
Days blurring into more days
one bleeding into the next
without end, without altering
Is this it?
is this all there is
or will be
Will the day to day drudgery
become the substance
of my days yet to come
Does the emptiness cease
the isolated feeling of sadness stop
or is this what I will become
When did hope and fairness
become a cruel jest
will I grow bitter and mean
I awake, to begin anew
the same tasks as yesterday
and the day before
the same tasks as yesterday
and the day before
Tend to the needs and wants
of the small ones
then to my own
Days blurring into more days
one bleeding into the next
without end, without altering
Is this it?
is this all there is
or will be
Will the day to day drudgery
become the substance
of my days yet to come
Does the emptiness cease
the isolated feeling of sadness stop
or is this what I will become
When did hope and fairness
become a cruel jest
will I grow bitter and mean
I awake, to begin anew
the same tasks as yesterday
and the day before
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
The Things My Sub-Conscious Show Me
I'm dreaming. I know I'm dreaming because the house, although mine, bears no resemblance to the real thing.
My first thoughts are of my girls. Where are they?? As I am pondering this I find myself crossing a living room, going through a short hall and up three steps to a landing. I look out the window of a backdoor. I can hear splashing and laughter and think, "Oh they're in the pool"
I'm feeling nervous and worried. I, reassured my girls are OK, make my way to the upstairs bathroom to get ready. I have a major gig tonight. The biggest one yet. And of course I'm terrified I'm going to screw it up somehow.
I hear a vehicle pull up. I haven't even started my make up and my ride is here. Dashing downstairs, I hang out the front door. It's the "Green Mobile". Aptly named for the lime green and white paint job on the outside. This does not look like any car I have ever seen. There appears to be no windows. The vehicle itself, resembles one of those sports cars that are elongated and low to the ground. The door, opening upwards, reveal several people already seated inside. Why the location of the door at the back right hand side doesn't bother me I haven't figured out. But the fact that the drivers seat was immediately inside, to the right of the door and faced the person seated across from him was a bit different. What struck me as odd was that the gear shift and controls were left handed. Considering that the "Green Mobile" was driven just like any other car, I didn't seem to find any of this overly disturbing.
I next thing I knew, I was walking through a crowd of people. This crowd was massive! There were enough people here to fill a football stadium. While I was walking there was a person saying "C'mon Nini, you're on". I followed said person to where I expected my equipment to be. On the way I notice one of my friends, walking up an aisle talking to a girl. Since I was already late, I watched him as they continue on to their seats. Hoping I would see him again later. I was happy he came.
I arrive to where I'm to do my show from. All I can see are these huge stereo type cabinets. they looked a lot like the old computers that took an entire room, from the 1950's. There were knobs and gages everywhere. Trying not to panic, I ask to be shown the controls for the mic's and music. I am directed to one of the particularly large devices. They were demonstrating how to adjust the volume by turning a big knob up and down. Still trying to wrap my head around this, I ask for my laptop so I can set up my play lists. On the floor to my right is an Atari era computer with large keyboard buttons and a small screen. I actually want to cry! I attempt to use this computer but the files either aren't there or aren't responding.
I blink, and I am now laying down in the back of an old station wagon. The show is over. I am berating the driver as to why the hell MY equipment was not there. I am very frustrated, definitely not happy with how the show went. I notice now that I am wearing no shirt. Looking around I see my friend from before. He's lying beside me twining his hand in mine. I can see the rings on his fingers, especially the tri-band on his thumb I like so much.
I realise he has my shirt. Sliding one knee over his waist, I lean down and lightly brush my lips over his. Smiling he reaches up and kisses me fully, his tongue touching mine, we're tasting each other. As I lay down on top of him I shift my weight and pull him on me. Deepening the kiss I skim my hands around his waist to go up his shirt. I touch pure, unadulterated, warm skin, above and below his midsection. Surprised I run my left hand lower, feeling the curve of his butt. Hitting elastic band of underwear, we both grab to pull it up. Looking into my eyes he says "Does this mean what I think it means?? I know we've waited a long time...." Reaching for him I pull his head down for a searing passionate kiss. He nudges my legs apart and presses his hardness against me. Even through clothes I feel him move in anticipation. Groaning, I know that this is not the time or place to be indulging such things.
As my conscious brain intrudes, waking me, I think "Well that sucks. Even in my dreams, common sense gets the better of me"
My first thoughts are of my girls. Where are they?? As I am pondering this I find myself crossing a living room, going through a short hall and up three steps to a landing. I look out the window of a backdoor. I can hear splashing and laughter and think, "Oh they're in the pool"
I'm feeling nervous and worried. I, reassured my girls are OK, make my way to the upstairs bathroom to get ready. I have a major gig tonight. The biggest one yet. And of course I'm terrified I'm going to screw it up somehow.
I hear a vehicle pull up. I haven't even started my make up and my ride is here. Dashing downstairs, I hang out the front door. It's the "Green Mobile". Aptly named for the lime green and white paint job on the outside. This does not look like any car I have ever seen. There appears to be no windows. The vehicle itself, resembles one of those sports cars that are elongated and low to the ground. The door, opening upwards, reveal several people already seated inside. Why the location of the door at the back right hand side doesn't bother me I haven't figured out. But the fact that the drivers seat was immediately inside, to the right of the door and faced the person seated across from him was a bit different. What struck me as odd was that the gear shift and controls were left handed. Considering that the "Green Mobile" was driven just like any other car, I didn't seem to find any of this overly disturbing.
I next thing I knew, I was walking through a crowd of people. This crowd was massive! There were enough people here to fill a football stadium. While I was walking there was a person saying "C'mon Nini, you're on". I followed said person to where I expected my equipment to be. On the way I notice one of my friends, walking up an aisle talking to a girl. Since I was already late, I watched him as they continue on to their seats. Hoping I would see him again later. I was happy he came.
I arrive to where I'm to do my show from. All I can see are these huge stereo type cabinets. they looked a lot like the old computers that took an entire room, from the 1950's. There were knobs and gages everywhere. Trying not to panic, I ask to be shown the controls for the mic's and music. I am directed to one of the particularly large devices. They were demonstrating how to adjust the volume by turning a big knob up and down. Still trying to wrap my head around this, I ask for my laptop so I can set up my play lists. On the floor to my right is an Atari era computer with large keyboard buttons and a small screen. I actually want to cry! I attempt to use this computer but the files either aren't there or aren't responding.
I blink, and I am now laying down in the back of an old station wagon. The show is over. I am berating the driver as to why the hell MY equipment was not there. I am very frustrated, definitely not happy with how the show went. I notice now that I am wearing no shirt. Looking around I see my friend from before. He's lying beside me twining his hand in mine. I can see the rings on his fingers, especially the tri-band on his thumb I like so much.
I realise he has my shirt. Sliding one knee over his waist, I lean down and lightly brush my lips over his. Smiling he reaches up and kisses me fully, his tongue touching mine, we're tasting each other. As I lay down on top of him I shift my weight and pull him on me. Deepening the kiss I skim my hands around his waist to go up his shirt. I touch pure, unadulterated, warm skin, above and below his midsection. Surprised I run my left hand lower, feeling the curve of his butt. Hitting elastic band of underwear, we both grab to pull it up. Looking into my eyes he says "Does this mean what I think it means?? I know we've waited a long time...." Reaching for him I pull his head down for a searing passionate kiss. He nudges my legs apart and presses his hardness against me. Even through clothes I feel him move in anticipation. Groaning, I know that this is not the time or place to be indulging such things.
As my conscious brain intrudes, waking me, I think "Well that sucks. Even in my dreams, common sense gets the better of me"
Saturday, January 10, 2009
Wistful Thoughts of Someday
Hold your hand, fingers meshed, in front of everyone
Catch your eye across a crowded room, and make a kiss at you
Come up behind you and wrap my arms around your waist
Sing with you
Finally witness an new piece of work
Steal your cigarette, make you earn it back. Pucker up!!
Watch a movie with you, snuggle up on the couch
Lean back on you, your arms around me
Have a tickle war...and a pillow fight
Fall asleep with you, preferably on you
Hug you for no reason
Smile into your eyes
Listen to your heartbeat
Have you read more Shakespear to me. Yes, I like the sound of your voice...Stop laughing!!!
Make plans
Nice, lazy kisses that last forever
Comb out your hair
Watch you sleep
Just be with you!!
Catch your eye across a crowded room, and make a kiss at you
Come up behind you and wrap my arms around your waist
Sing with you
Finally witness an new piece of work
Steal your cigarette, make you earn it back. Pucker up!!
Watch a movie with you, snuggle up on the couch
Lean back on you, your arms around me
Have a tickle war...and a pillow fight
Fall asleep with you, preferably on you
Hug you for no reason
Smile into your eyes
Listen to your heartbeat
Have you read more Shakespear to me. Yes, I like the sound of your voice...Stop laughing!!!
Make plans
Nice, lazy kisses that last forever
Comb out your hair
Watch you sleep
Just be with you!!
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