Friday, December 17, 2010
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Wednesday, November 17, 2010
I Can Still Feel Her Whispers (freestyled poem unedited)
I can still feel her whispers… Her words slowly exciting the hairs on my neck… Breathing her sweet spearmint into my ear as her words dance in my brain… Her wet tongue tickling my ear lobe between heavenly phrases… Her sticky lips leaving lipglossed evidence of our encounter behind my ear… Shots of her minty flavor blasting the pillow as she gasps at my thrusts… I can still feel her whispers… I can still hear her fingertips… Her nails playing the cords of my biceps as she rocks her hips to the beat of her pleasure… Fingerprints left along my chest in droplets of sweat… Her DNA forever apart of my fabric…I can still feel her whispers…I can still hear her fingertips…I can still taste her beauty…Her cinnamon skin massaging my taste buds…The sweet sparkle of her hazel eyes spilling into my optics…Her figure awaiting to be devoured by my greed…I want her more than you…I loved her more than you…You will never have her like I had her…You cannot experience her the way I experienced her…She engulfed me wholly…represented my entirety…You touch her and only feel her…I touched her and loved her…I’m slightly pathetic, but completely awestruck…I can still feel her whispers.
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
Wet Dreams: The Collection Volume 1 available now!!
Get your copy here. Thanks for the support and remember this is only the prologue the movement begins now!
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
Plastic (Wet Dream #3)
He sits at the table laughing with his agent. His agent is dressed in a fine black Italian suit with ash pinstripes that are hidden to the eye unless you closely inspect the garment. He on the other hand sits in a pair of denim shorts and a plain black tee shirt. Unimposing. Unimpressive. But everyone at the restaurant can’t take their eyes off of him. Throwing for over 4,500 yards and 40 touchdowns while running for another 10 tends to make you the center of attention no matter what room you’re in. He’s used to the stares. Their eyes radiate his skin. When he was younger he tried to avoid places where he could feel the stares until he realized the only places that occurred were at home and on the field. Home was too lonely and the field was limited to game days and practices. He takes a bite of his baked salmon while fake laughing at another of his agent’s jokes.
He sees her.
Her artificiality is intoxicating. Almost calling his name with a gentile whisper while her smile grabs his neck with a forceful tug. Perfect teeth with lush lips so enticing he can almost smell the mint of her lip gloss from where he sits. Long flowing jet black hair bouncing off her shoulders as she saunters to the bar pretending not to look at him. He knows she looked. They always look.
“The new shoe deal should be finished by training camp.” The comment snaps him back into work mode.
“I’ll let you do your job man just tell me how much and when I sign.”
“That’s why you’re the man. Alright I have another appointment to get to, but I’ll meet you later before your interview. You ready right?”
He hated interviews. He hated celebrity. He hated the “industry friends” longing for his real friends. He hated the “groupie love” searching for the true variety.
“You know I got it.” His agent leaves with a nod. Of course he’s got it. You don’t win 2 MVPs and a championship not knowing how to give an interview.
He takes a bite of his salmon with a few grains of brown rice when his attention is stolen by a kid with a napkin and pen. He signs the autograph and poses for a cell phone picture when he notices she’s looking at him. They always look.
He had to admit that despite all the effort she put into looking like it was effortless she was breathtaking. She had a style definitely worthy of praise, envy, or lust depending on who was observing at the time. She was a beautiful lie. Everything you want your soul mate to look like only it wasn’t hers. Clothing she may have purchased herself but with the hard glare she’s giving, another brotha probably spent the money necessary for her to look as stunning as she did. Korean nails, weave done by the Africans, grade A silicone, and pampered cheek bones she knew exactly what to buy.
He poses for another picture with an older couple before he drops some cash on the table and makes his way to the exit. He walks slowly anticipating his name being called from behind. Instead he feels a soft hand with manicured fingernails on his shoulder.
“So you were leaving without speaking?”
“Didn’t realize I needed to.”
“You didn’t notice me noticing you from across the room?”
“I did, but you’re so dolled up I figured you were waiting on your man.”
“You could be him if you want to be.”
He can’t deny that he recognizes how beautiful she is which has to be a sign of her success. Success in fooling the intelligent. Seducing the seducer. He never wants to meet the real her, and he’s pretty sure she never wants to meet the real him. Her stuff makes her feel good. Her…her…plastic. Her plastic makes her feel successful, and how that plastic makes her feel makes him know he can have her. Any time. Any place.
He takes her hand and walks her to his Maybach parked outside. The driver opens the door and the two of them slip into the back seat as the driver shuts the door and stands outside.
She immediately tugs at his belt buckle and in moments his shorts sit at his ankles. She greedily devours his cock with strong jaws and a firm hand. He leans back in the spacious seat and enjoys watching his penis disappear into the back of her head only to reappear glistening from her warm wet mouth. She rolls her tongue around the head while stroking the shaft with loose fingers and whispers “I’m sorry I’m kind of selfish” as she pulls up her skirt and slowly eases her wet pussy down his long cock. She moves with a grace that he didn’t imagine her having. Slowly swaying her hips while her torso seems to remain motionless she closes her eyes and begins to sing to herself. Some incoherent song that seems to be meant solely for her enjoyment. The occasional moan peppered in with mumbled song lyrics heighten his arousal. He grabs her hips and begins to match her rhythm. He can feel her wetness drip between his legs. He can feel her pussy hug and release his penis as she rises just to the tip before allowing her pussy to devour the rest of his erection. She looks in his eyes and whispers “you really are the MVP can I take a picture with you?”
“Excuse me, but can I take a picture with you sir? I’m sorry to interrupt your meal but I mean your season was remarkable and we came so close to the championship again. I just want one picture with you.”
“No problem.” He stands to pose for the fan and drops a few bills on the table to cover his meal. He reaches the car and as his driver opens the door he feels that manicured hand on his shoulder.
“Hi I just wanted to come and say I’m a huge fan.”
“Thank you.”
“I was wondering if maybe we could meet for drinks or something one day?”
He looks at her smile. She is a success. He could have her just like he dreamed. He could make everything in his imagination happen if he wanted to. If he wanted to.
“I’ll take your number and give you a call when I get back in town.” She gives him a business card and smiles telling him to call her. He slides into the back seat as the driver shuts the door. He looks at the card hoping for a business name that isn’t to be found. Just a name and a phone number. He catches the driver’s eyes in the rearview mirror as he sits down.
“Any potential sir?”
He looks back at the card and shakes his head before reaching forward to hand the card to the driver.
“Naw just more plastic. Add it to the collection” as the driver pulls away and tosses the card out the window.
He sees her.
Her artificiality is intoxicating. Almost calling his name with a gentile whisper while her smile grabs his neck with a forceful tug. Perfect teeth with lush lips so enticing he can almost smell the mint of her lip gloss from where he sits. Long flowing jet black hair bouncing off her shoulders as she saunters to the bar pretending not to look at him. He knows she looked. They always look.
“The new shoe deal should be finished by training camp.” The comment snaps him back into work mode.
“I’ll let you do your job man just tell me how much and when I sign.”
“That’s why you’re the man. Alright I have another appointment to get to, but I’ll meet you later before your interview. You ready right?”
He hated interviews. He hated celebrity. He hated the “industry friends” longing for his real friends. He hated the “groupie love” searching for the true variety.
“You know I got it.” His agent leaves with a nod. Of course he’s got it. You don’t win 2 MVPs and a championship not knowing how to give an interview.
He takes a bite of his salmon with a few grains of brown rice when his attention is stolen by a kid with a napkin and pen. He signs the autograph and poses for a cell phone picture when he notices she’s looking at him. They always look.
He had to admit that despite all the effort she put into looking like it was effortless she was breathtaking. She had a style definitely worthy of praise, envy, or lust depending on who was observing at the time. She was a beautiful lie. Everything you want your soul mate to look like only it wasn’t hers. Clothing she may have purchased herself but with the hard glare she’s giving, another brotha probably spent the money necessary for her to look as stunning as she did. Korean nails, weave done by the Africans, grade A silicone, and pampered cheek bones she knew exactly what to buy.
He poses for another picture with an older couple before he drops some cash on the table and makes his way to the exit. He walks slowly anticipating his name being called from behind. Instead he feels a soft hand with manicured fingernails on his shoulder.
“So you were leaving without speaking?”
“Didn’t realize I needed to.”
“You didn’t notice me noticing you from across the room?”
“I did, but you’re so dolled up I figured you were waiting on your man.”
“You could be him if you want to be.”
He can’t deny that he recognizes how beautiful she is which has to be a sign of her success. Success in fooling the intelligent. Seducing the seducer. He never wants to meet the real her, and he’s pretty sure she never wants to meet the real him. Her stuff makes her feel good. Her…her…plastic. Her plastic makes her feel successful, and how that plastic makes her feel makes him know he can have her. Any time. Any place.
He takes her hand and walks her to his Maybach parked outside. The driver opens the door and the two of them slip into the back seat as the driver shuts the door and stands outside.
She immediately tugs at his belt buckle and in moments his shorts sit at his ankles. She greedily devours his cock with strong jaws and a firm hand. He leans back in the spacious seat and enjoys watching his penis disappear into the back of her head only to reappear glistening from her warm wet mouth. She rolls her tongue around the head while stroking the shaft with loose fingers and whispers “I’m sorry I’m kind of selfish” as she pulls up her skirt and slowly eases her wet pussy down his long cock. She moves with a grace that he didn’t imagine her having. Slowly swaying her hips while her torso seems to remain motionless she closes her eyes and begins to sing to herself. Some incoherent song that seems to be meant solely for her enjoyment. The occasional moan peppered in with mumbled song lyrics heighten his arousal. He grabs her hips and begins to match her rhythm. He can feel her wetness drip between his legs. He can feel her pussy hug and release his penis as she rises just to the tip before allowing her pussy to devour the rest of his erection. She looks in his eyes and whispers “you really are the MVP can I take a picture with you?”
“Excuse me, but can I take a picture with you sir? I’m sorry to interrupt your meal but I mean your season was remarkable and we came so close to the championship again. I just want one picture with you.”
“No problem.” He stands to pose for the fan and drops a few bills on the table to cover his meal. He reaches the car and as his driver opens the door he feels that manicured hand on his shoulder.
“Hi I just wanted to come and say I’m a huge fan.”
“Thank you.”
“I was wondering if maybe we could meet for drinks or something one day?”
He looks at her smile. She is a success. He could have her just like he dreamed. He could make everything in his imagination happen if he wanted to. If he wanted to.
“I’ll take your number and give you a call when I get back in town.” She gives him a business card and smiles telling him to call her. He slides into the back seat as the driver shuts the door. He looks at the card hoping for a business name that isn’t to be found. Just a name and a phone number. He catches the driver’s eyes in the rearview mirror as he sits down.
“Any potential sir?”
He looks back at the card and shakes his head before reaching forward to hand the card to the driver.
“Naw just more plastic. Add it to the collection” as the driver pulls away and tosses the card out the window.
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
Sweat
She stares at the thermostat with disgust. Cold water and sweat glistens on her honey brown skin as she sashays over to her bedroom window sliding the painted white lock causing the painted seal to crack. She wipes her brow with the back of her hand while reaching for the handle with the other. She gives the window a firm tug causing the white towel wrapped around her body to slip to the floor. She ignores her exposure since the frustration of the painted shut window grips her. It’s hot. It’s too damn hot.
The maintenance man was supposed to fix the air conditioning a week ago, but all the damn thing does is hum annoyingly loud while breathing its warm breath on an already scorching apartment. She curses at the window catching a glimpse of her exposed curves in the window’s reflection. She stares at the city from her 13th floor window thinking of the life she puts up with to one day call herself an attorney. Small one bedroom apartment. Barely enough money to even qualify as a poor college student. In a new city that stays hotter than hell. But worst of all a new city without him. She thinks of him and spews another obscenity at the window again.
She yanks open the dresser drawer grabbing a long tank top out and wrestles it over her body that now glistens with more sweat than cold water. Her damp footprints along the hardwood floor seem to evaporate immediately leading from the bedroom to the tiny open living space. She pulls open the patio doors before slamming the tall oscillating fan in front of the door. She plops down on the couch rolling her head on the cheap imitation leather while attempting to wipe away the sweat with the bottom of her shirt. She glares at the fan with disdain as it elicits only a slight cool in the simmering apartment. Cursing as she stomps to the refrigerator she’s forced to pause to look at his picture. Damn he’s sexy. Why isn’t he here? Why couldn’t he come? She yanks open the freezer door to grab the ice tray, slides over to the counter to grab a glass, drops a few cubes in, and fills it up with water. She shuts the freezer door catching one last glance at his picture.
He’s always done something to her. Even hundreds of miles away he still makes her hotter than even this bastard of a heat wave. She carries the remaining ice and glass of water back to her spot on the couch in front of the fan. She takes a sip of the water and feels the cool liquid course through her body. She grabs a cube of ice and slides it across her neck letting it transform into cool liquid dripping down her skin decreasing her body temperature. With air from the fan hitting the liquid, she closes her eyes as her nipples stiffen and she sits the glass down. Her mind returns to him.
She adjusts her leg on the couch and dreams he is guiding the ice across her body. Along her neck he places wet kisses as his tongue coolly drips down her collar bone. His hand slides up her calf and comes to rest on her knee as she gasps from his cold wet tongue trickling under her shirt onto her nipple. He moves the ice slowly from her neck just below her collar to her shoulder while creeping his hand up her thigh to the only part of her not moistened by the sun or the ice. He takes the melting cube and drips the cool liquid on her chest before placing it gently on her lips with a cool kiss sliding onto her tongue. He takes another cube from the tray and slides it up her other thigh while taking his hand tracing the lips of her shaven pleasure point. She moans at his slight touch arching her back in anticipation of his firm deliberate strokes. As she bites her lip he moves the ice cube to her face and gently places a finger inside her warm wet pussy before sliding it out rubbing her slippery nub. Her hips sway at his touch as the heat she feels is no longer external. He paints her pussy with his fingertips responding to her every moan with a slighter touch every groan with a firmer stroke every gasp with another cool wet kiss on her lips. His strokes become faster, stronger, lighter, firmer. She can feel the hot rush of excitement filling her body as she grinds along his fingers biting her lip in attempt to mute her pleasure as she releases a wave of heat and frustration. She opens her eyes to an empty room, an iceless ice tray, and a water glass sitting in a pool of condensation as her mind returns to him.
Damn he should be here.
The maintenance man was supposed to fix the air conditioning a week ago, but all the damn thing does is hum annoyingly loud while breathing its warm breath on an already scorching apartment. She curses at the window catching a glimpse of her exposed curves in the window’s reflection. She stares at the city from her 13th floor window thinking of the life she puts up with to one day call herself an attorney. Small one bedroom apartment. Barely enough money to even qualify as a poor college student. In a new city that stays hotter than hell. But worst of all a new city without him. She thinks of him and spews another obscenity at the window again.
She yanks open the dresser drawer grabbing a long tank top out and wrestles it over her body that now glistens with more sweat than cold water. Her damp footprints along the hardwood floor seem to evaporate immediately leading from the bedroom to the tiny open living space. She pulls open the patio doors before slamming the tall oscillating fan in front of the door. She plops down on the couch rolling her head on the cheap imitation leather while attempting to wipe away the sweat with the bottom of her shirt. She glares at the fan with disdain as it elicits only a slight cool in the simmering apartment. Cursing as she stomps to the refrigerator she’s forced to pause to look at his picture. Damn he’s sexy. Why isn’t he here? Why couldn’t he come? She yanks open the freezer door to grab the ice tray, slides over to the counter to grab a glass, drops a few cubes in, and fills it up with water. She shuts the freezer door catching one last glance at his picture.
He’s always done something to her. Even hundreds of miles away he still makes her hotter than even this bastard of a heat wave. She carries the remaining ice and glass of water back to her spot on the couch in front of the fan. She takes a sip of the water and feels the cool liquid course through her body. She grabs a cube of ice and slides it across her neck letting it transform into cool liquid dripping down her skin decreasing her body temperature. With air from the fan hitting the liquid, she closes her eyes as her nipples stiffen and she sits the glass down. Her mind returns to him.
She adjusts her leg on the couch and dreams he is guiding the ice across her body. Along her neck he places wet kisses as his tongue coolly drips down her collar bone. His hand slides up her calf and comes to rest on her knee as she gasps from his cold wet tongue trickling under her shirt onto her nipple. He moves the ice slowly from her neck just below her collar to her shoulder while creeping his hand up her thigh to the only part of her not moistened by the sun or the ice. He takes the melting cube and drips the cool liquid on her chest before placing it gently on her lips with a cool kiss sliding onto her tongue. He takes another cube from the tray and slides it up her other thigh while taking his hand tracing the lips of her shaven pleasure point. She moans at his slight touch arching her back in anticipation of his firm deliberate strokes. As she bites her lip he moves the ice cube to her face and gently places a finger inside her warm wet pussy before sliding it out rubbing her slippery nub. Her hips sway at his touch as the heat she feels is no longer external. He paints her pussy with his fingertips responding to her every moan with a slighter touch every groan with a firmer stroke every gasp with another cool wet kiss on her lips. His strokes become faster, stronger, lighter, firmer. She can feel the hot rush of excitement filling her body as she grinds along his fingers biting her lip in attempt to mute her pleasure as she releases a wave of heat and frustration. She opens her eyes to an empty room, an iceless ice tray, and a water glass sitting in a pool of condensation as her mind returns to him.
Damn he should be here.
Saturday, July 24, 2010
While I Have You/Should You Leave
While I have you it is my every intention to show you the warmth of my love…the scorch of my heart…the fire of my desire for you…while I have you it is my every intention to show you that you are the most beautiful woman in the world…desirable physically…irresistible emotionally…meant to be with me spiritually…while I have you it is my every intention to please you with all of my being…hold you under star filled skies…kiss you gently on lazy mornings…smile at you lovingly throughout my day…while I have you…while I have you…but should you leave I hope that you find him…I hope that you find the one that makes you feel better than I can…the one that holds your hand 100% of the time instead of just 99…the one that makes your smile brighter than the halogen induced one I give you…the one that eliminates your fears instead of just consoling you while you have them…the one that makes you shiver at his irresistibility…savor his sexuality…cry at the thought of your possibilities…I hope that you find him…I really do…I hope you find the perfected version of me…that belongs with the already perfect you.
Thursday, July 15, 2010
Fireworks
They laugh in unison as Uncle Larry has the family in stitches again. The family sits on the front porch watching the kids throw single black cats at the curb while others shoot bottle rockets and roman candles at the heavens. He touches her knee as she wipes tears of laughter from her eyes and look into his. He smiles at her and she returns the same amazing toothy grin he fell in love with. She looks back to his nieces, nephews, cousins, and friends of his family as they play with explosives while their parents sip Coronas and fight over the remaining ribs on the table.
“Come with me I want to show you something” he whispers in her ear and grabs her hand to pull her towards the front door.
No one notices them leave but his father who simply raises his glass of lemonade in her direction as she slips past the screen door.
“Where are we going” she asks in a soft voice unable to hide her Memphis accent.
“Just trust me” as he pulls her behind him and out the back door of his parents home.
“Get on” he instructs as he throws his leg over the 4wheeler in the massive backyard overlooking the stream.
“Where are we going” she pleads.
“I thought I asked you to trust me. Do you?”
“Of course I do.”
“Well let’s go.” She looks into his eyes and smiles before gazing at the setting sun over the stream.
He starts the engine and the ride hums its throaty tune as he speeds across the field that serves as his parents yard. She wraps her arms tightly around him and holds onto his chest allowing his heartbeat to soothe her and the vibration from the 4wheeler to excite her. He continues to speed towards the stream and he can feel her tensing up behind him as he smiles before making a sharp turn leading to the other side of the barn. He stops on the other side and shuts off the engine.
“I used to come back here by myself all the time when I was growing up. I used to sit behind this barn where I knew no one could see me and stare off into the sunset imagining what my life would be like when I grew up.”
She stares out at the last bit of sun peeking over the horizon and says “it’s beautiful out here. I never got to see things like this in the city. I don’t see how you ever left this.”
“I’m glad I did. Otherwise I wouldn’t have met you.”
He pulls her to him and leans down to place his lips upon hers. She feels right in his arms. She pulls her lips away from his and places her head on his chest while holding their embrace.
“I used to dream I’d make it to the pros and have a big mansion with tons of money and cars with a beautiful woman who loves me by my side. I never quite made it there, but the most important part of that dream has come true.” He backs away from her and stares in her eyes as the crickets sing their song. He grabs her hand and slowly drops to one knee pulling out a symbol of his affection.
“I’ve never wanted anything more than I want you now. I love every part of you and I don’t want to live another day without knowing that you will be in my life forever. Will you marry me?”
Her tear-filled eyes answered his question in a way more powerful than the cracked yes that was able to escape her lips ever could as she jumped in his arms kissing him deeply as he pulls her off the ground and spins his future wife ecstatically. He sits her on the four wheeler and looks deep into her eyes. He places his hand on her face and whispers “you’re the most beautiful woman in the world and tonight you’ve made me the happiest man in the world.” She looks up at him and grabs his hand “come with me I want to show you something.”
“Where are we going” he asks.
“Now it’s your turn to trust me.”
She leads him to the barn wall and pushes him against it. She places a soft kiss on his lips before whispering “don’t move” as she backs away from him and slides the flip flops off her feet. She slowly pulls the tank top over her head as her breasts bounce fully in her fire red bra. She unbuttons her shorts and slide them over her hips as they drop to the grass. She turns her back to him and inches her boy short panties down her body as she bends over to step out of them. She turns back to her future husband and grins that same toothy smile that he feel in love with as she seductively steps towards him while reaching around to release her bra and expose her perfect breasts. She places a single finger on his lips and snakes it down his chest to the buckle of his shorts. Undoing the restraints his shorts drop to the turf as she crouches down to pull his manhood from its hiding place beneath his boxers. She kisses the head of his full penis and strokes the shaft with her hand before placing her warm wet tongue on the tip and rolling it along the head and placing it in her mouth. He lets out a moan and drops his head back into the wall of the barn closing his eyes at the work of the future Mrs. She works the head of his penis before slowly sliding her tongue along the shaft and massaging his balls with her hand. She works her tongue back up the shaft of his cock before taking him in her mouth once she returns to the tip. Slurping him with a slow bob working him inch by inch into the warm softness of her mouth she takes him all in and offers a soft hum before pulling her mouth off of him and rapidly stroking his shaft while sucking the end of his penis. He looks down at her before raising his hands to his face as his eyes roll into the back of his head. she sucks and strokes him with hunger until he loses himself as she sips all he has to offer. She raise from her crouch and places another gentle kiss on his lips as she turns to walk away from him while looking down at her ring in the new moonlight. She stands her beautiful naked body on the 4wheeler and looks into the sky as explosions of red and white cover the night canvas before looking back at her soon to be husband who can’t take his eyes off of her.
“Come with me I want to show you something” he whispers in her ear and grabs her hand to pull her towards the front door.
No one notices them leave but his father who simply raises his glass of lemonade in her direction as she slips past the screen door.
“Where are we going” she asks in a soft voice unable to hide her Memphis accent.
“Just trust me” as he pulls her behind him and out the back door of his parents home.
“Get on” he instructs as he throws his leg over the 4wheeler in the massive backyard overlooking the stream.
“Where are we going” she pleads.
“I thought I asked you to trust me. Do you?”
“Of course I do.”
“Well let’s go.” She looks into his eyes and smiles before gazing at the setting sun over the stream.
He starts the engine and the ride hums its throaty tune as he speeds across the field that serves as his parents yard. She wraps her arms tightly around him and holds onto his chest allowing his heartbeat to soothe her and the vibration from the 4wheeler to excite her. He continues to speed towards the stream and he can feel her tensing up behind him as he smiles before making a sharp turn leading to the other side of the barn. He stops on the other side and shuts off the engine.
“I used to come back here by myself all the time when I was growing up. I used to sit behind this barn where I knew no one could see me and stare off into the sunset imagining what my life would be like when I grew up.”
She stares out at the last bit of sun peeking over the horizon and says “it’s beautiful out here. I never got to see things like this in the city. I don’t see how you ever left this.”
“I’m glad I did. Otherwise I wouldn’t have met you.”
He pulls her to him and leans down to place his lips upon hers. She feels right in his arms. She pulls her lips away from his and places her head on his chest while holding their embrace.
“I used to dream I’d make it to the pros and have a big mansion with tons of money and cars with a beautiful woman who loves me by my side. I never quite made it there, but the most important part of that dream has come true.” He backs away from her and stares in her eyes as the crickets sing their song. He grabs her hand and slowly drops to one knee pulling out a symbol of his affection.
“I’ve never wanted anything more than I want you now. I love every part of you and I don’t want to live another day without knowing that you will be in my life forever. Will you marry me?”
Her tear-filled eyes answered his question in a way more powerful than the cracked yes that was able to escape her lips ever could as she jumped in his arms kissing him deeply as he pulls her off the ground and spins his future wife ecstatically. He sits her on the four wheeler and looks deep into her eyes. He places his hand on her face and whispers “you’re the most beautiful woman in the world and tonight you’ve made me the happiest man in the world.” She looks up at him and grabs his hand “come with me I want to show you something.”
“Where are we going” he asks.
“Now it’s your turn to trust me.”
She leads him to the barn wall and pushes him against it. She places a soft kiss on his lips before whispering “don’t move” as she backs away from him and slides the flip flops off her feet. She slowly pulls the tank top over her head as her breasts bounce fully in her fire red bra. She unbuttons her shorts and slide them over her hips as they drop to the grass. She turns her back to him and inches her boy short panties down her body as she bends over to step out of them. She turns back to her future husband and grins that same toothy smile that he feel in love with as she seductively steps towards him while reaching around to release her bra and expose her perfect breasts. She places a single finger on his lips and snakes it down his chest to the buckle of his shorts. Undoing the restraints his shorts drop to the turf as she crouches down to pull his manhood from its hiding place beneath his boxers. She kisses the head of his full penis and strokes the shaft with her hand before placing her warm wet tongue on the tip and rolling it along the head and placing it in her mouth. He lets out a moan and drops his head back into the wall of the barn closing his eyes at the work of the future Mrs. She works the head of his penis before slowly sliding her tongue along the shaft and massaging his balls with her hand. She works her tongue back up the shaft of his cock before taking him in her mouth once she returns to the tip. Slurping him with a slow bob working him inch by inch into the warm softness of her mouth she takes him all in and offers a soft hum before pulling her mouth off of him and rapidly stroking his shaft while sucking the end of his penis. He looks down at her before raising his hands to his face as his eyes roll into the back of his head. she sucks and strokes him with hunger until he loses himself as she sips all he has to offer. She raise from her crouch and places another gentle kiss on his lips as she turns to walk away from him while looking down at her ring in the new moonlight. She stands her beautiful naked body on the 4wheeler and looks into the sky as explosions of red and white cover the night canvas before looking back at her soon to be husband who can’t take his eyes off of her.
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
Driven
The rain crashes violently against the windshield...the sky a sensual mixture of darkness and streetlight...you clutch the steering wheel tightly while rolling your neck...breathing deeply...you're coming to see me...the national weather service couldn't stop you...neither would my pleadings...you need me...yearn for me...a small pothole gives the car a jolt that surges through your body...you imagine it's me grabbing you from behind...helplessly you await my next move...a gentle stroke of your hair or an aggressive kiss of your neck...you don't care you just can't wait to be there...the hum of the tires on the slick road induce moans...the slippery rubber gliding across the warm summer road serve as metaphors...my hands gliding across your soft body covered in warming oil...massaged...kissed...explored...2 exits away...the headlights from oncoming traffic bring you back to your leather seats...the way they hug you...make you feel as though they were made for you and your soft cheeks only...just like my embrace...you begin to soak as you make your first left...mere moments away from the intoxicant you yearn for...the anticipation builds in you and your body begins to throb...pleasure replacing loneliness...satisfaction replacing imagination...my lips replacing your fingertips...the car screeches at your destination...your door flings open...the rain cascades on your caramel skin and soft hair...your breaths deepen...the moisture calms you...the moon light excites you...your steps hasten...and you ring the doorbell
The Angry Kitty
I can hear you purring from across the room...your decision maker carrying a fake smile...a fraudulent passport to misery...she has neglected you...buzzed you with battery operated imitations...unsteady fingertips...nothing will work but a master...someone to take the purring kitty...the angry kitty...no inhibitions just a singular goal...pleasing the kitty...licking the kitty that can't lick itself...touching the kitty in the way it yearns to be touched...entering the kitty...inch...by inch...by inch...until the kitty sings a new song...not a song of frustration and anger...rather a song of pleasure and awe...awe at the master...the tamer of angry kitties...purr for me kitty...purr for daddy
Thursday, June 3, 2010
Untitled
Is it worth it…am I worth it…am I worth your nights alone…am I worth your tear stained pillows…am I worth the tremble in your lips…because I can make you tremble between your hips…am I worth giving up your future…am I worth giving up him he and them…is it worth it…are you worth it…are you worth the headaches…are you worth the second guessing…are you worth all of the friction…just because you’re my physical addiction…are you worth giving up my dream…are you worth it…am I worth it…the poetry is worth it…the words are worth the questions…the loneliness…the tears…the pain…the poetry is worth it…the headaches…the pain…the mistakes…don’t make me chose…it is worth it…am I
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