Confusion Tears

I don’t know, can you even call them that?

Am I confused or lost? Are they the same?

Hmmmm… And there’s double meaning to it, too…

What did *you* think I meant when you read the title of my post?

I meant the crying kinda tear, but after I looked at it a second time, it could also mean the ripping kind of tear.

Maybe that explains why it hurts so much – are my eyes crying because my heart is torn?

The Love of a Musician

You play my body like a harp

Plucking my consonant heartstrings

Strumming my musical pleasures

A cadence of body beats

Our moans a choral symphony

Harmonizing in melodious union

The gentle tintinnabulation of your fingers

Caressing me to a crescendo

Diminishing to a lullaby

Words inspired by:
The Love of a Musician
by Ivan Koulakov

 

Meaningful Moments?

Sometimes I really struggle with sharing an experience/encounter here on my blog.

And I wait…

Sometimes for shame, but other times because I don’t know how to write about it.

Or I simply don’t remember enough…

I used to think it was because I waited too long to share my moments.

Sex Lies

(I drafted this some time last summer with the intent of filling in all the dot-dot-dots, but I think I like it better this way… 😉 )

Sex can be deceitful

If you have sex too early…

If you have sex too late…

If you only have sex…

If you never have sex…

Sexual energy builds tension but it also adds tension…

Yet the intimacy of it is vital

To feel the touch of another…

To combine with another soul…

It replenishes one’s self…

Tomorrow Night

When you come over tomorrow night, let yourself in.

I will be sitting at my desk working.

Don’t say anything.

First you will greet me with a kiss.

Then you will strip down slowly as I watch.

Let me admire you, Heavenly.

When I am ready, I will turn you and spank you until both your ass cheeks are burning red.

When I am through, you will go straight to your drawer and get your butt plug and the lube.

You will get on your hands and knees in your spot and face away from me.

Spread your legs wide so I can see your perfect little asshole.

Lube up your plug as much as you need and insert it for me.

I want to see everything.

Then, get comfortable and relaxed so you can wait for me to finish working.

The Park

I’m heeeeere!

I’ll be out in a minute. Everybody’s still here playing poker and drinking. I thought most of them would have gone home by now, but my Mom’s even still here.

It’s almost midnight. Wow!

I know, right? We can go up the street to the park and hang out until people start to clear out.

But it’s almost midnight.

And…?

A minute later, the car door opened and he got in.

Craving You

I can’t wait to feel your skin… Your body and flesh in my hands… Trembling at my touch…

The way your moan feels on my neck, in my ear… Like a caress of breath because you are so close to me…

I can’t stop thinking about last Saturday night, how you put me to bed so sweetly with your words… Like you were here with me…

The silence between us, quietly holding us together…

I can’t wait to sink my body into yours and feel your heartbeat…

Feel your energy, your emotion, your passion, your heat coursing through me…

From a Man’s Perspective

We’ve just gotten our cocktails as I find your thigh under the table… Smooth under that nice loose summer dress. You smile those bedroom eyes as I sweep my hand up, up, up and then circle back down the top. As a little tease.

I still have a smile on my face from last week when you took me over the top with your oral ministrations… Cycling up and down with lovely stroke, nibbles to my cockhead, sweet massage of my balls, and all as you smiled up at me. Oh god baby, that was good!

We chat about things as I pull my hand up the inside of your thigh. You part your legs reflexively; I push down between a little and find that warm pocket and nestle the heel of my hand a fingers in. Nudging and pressing, stroking over top of two thin cotton layers.

Speechless and Senseless

Speechless…

I hate how there are tons of things I want to write to you; about you.

But when I start to put the thoughts to words, the ideas just seem stupid.

Aftercare…

Part 1, Part 2

..My blindfold is amazingly secure! I still don’t know what time it is or where I really am. I can hear the birds with their early morning wake-up calls, but that could be anywhere.

You take a step away from me, leaving my back open to the morning chill. After the 30 lashes and the powerful fucking, the cool air is nothing but a relief. I let out a deep sigh and relax into my bindings, my body sagging a bit. An amusing thought pops through my mind, I wonder if we woke up the birds.

You approach me from behind again. Only this time it’s more ‘clinical’. I can feel that your pants are fastened securely where they belong and it doesn’t take long for you to untie my bindings. Once released, I practically collapse into your arms, thankful you’re there to catch me before I hit the ground. My legs so weak, I fear I wouldn’t be able to get up again.

Your arms wrap around me from behind and your lips caress my ear as you say, “I’m so proud of you, my pet. You took your punishment quietly and majestically. Now, let me take you inside for reward.”