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Wander through my mind with me,
Won’t you darling,
wander with me?
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I can tell you need me,
what shall we do?
Be still my love,
I’m here for you.
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The pain the pleasure,
watch it unfold
across my face,
beneath your hold
on me, my love
the want is there
be free my love,
it’s only fair.
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Don’t burden yourself with unrest and guilt,
Surround yourself with this love we’ve built.
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Surround yourself with your desire for me.
With your want,
your need,
let it go,
be free.
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Because I’m here for you
whatever you need.
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I’m here for you,
come here and feed.
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One Enchanted Evening
1 ounce Banana Liqueur
1 ounce Mount Gay Rum
2 ounces Pineapple Juice
Grenadine
Add all ingredients, except grenadine to an ice filled cocktail mixer. Shake well. Pour contents into a tall glass. Top with a few drops of grenadine.
Enjoy!
Ruby found herself
panting slightly after her long climb up the face of the cliff. It was a very warm night, even though it was late October and she was a bit winded from the exertion.
A trickle of sweat ran down the side of her face and onto her throat. It awakened memories of her favorite way to kiss Sirus goodnight, with a long lick up his neck ending in a nibble and kiss of his earlobe. Ruby caught the drip on her forefinger and slowly traced its trail back up her jaw line. She closed her eyes and brought the wetness to her lips, tasting the salty sweetness of it.
A tear ran freely from the corner of her eye, but she didn’t bother to catch that drop of moisture. She let it fall unencumbered in its journey. It represented the reason she was climbing here tonight. To purge herself of Sirus. To offer up to the Gods and the Universe any prayers they might hear and take into their hearts. To offer her body, too. So that whatever creature who found her enticing, might feast upon her.
It was tradition in her family to do so when trying to overcome a stumbling block in life. It helped free the thoughts that were locked in circles in the mind. Give yourself up to nature during an October full moon and let the Cosmos take you, at its will.
Ruby stripped naked and sat on the granite foundation of the cliff. Her long auburn hair flowed in silken waves down her back. She breathed deep of the mild fall air, still holding the faint scent of sun saturated late-blooming flowers.
Leaning back on her elbows, she looked down at her ample breasts in the full moon light. Her nipples perked by the breeze cast mini crescent shadows in the brilliant silver glow of the night.
Her eyes traveled further down past her rounded belly, to her mound no longer waxed bare. This was another thing she consciously did to cleanse herself of the hold Sirus had on her. He loved her bare pussy and how she never allowed the tiniest bit of stubble to develop. She wondered what he would think if he saw it now, sleek strands returning to their natural growth.
She forced herself not to care. She was here to expunge Sirus once and for all, exactly the way he had done to her. He left her brokenhearted by cutting her out of his life completely. Tonight, with the help of Mother Nature, she hoped to do the same.
Ruby lay back, gazing up at the glittering stars and reached for her nipples. The skin on skin contact had her spontaneously pulling her knees together and bringing them to her chest. She delighted in the pressure her thighs put on her groin by the movement and found herself licking her lips.
Relaxing her legs to a prone position, she twirled her nipples between two fingers and drew her full bottom lip between her teeth, biting down gently. Her hips gyrated with each pull and twist of flesh. Her sigh whispered into the wind and called to the Gods.
Ruby moved her right hand to cup and knead her breast before gliding it over her waist. Spanning her hip bones with spread fingers, she gently pressed down with the flat of her palm. Her cunt clenched and another mewl escaped into the night. The Universe listened intently to her appeal.
Ruby reached down and tickled her slit with the tip of a finger before sinking it greedily into her core. She rotated it fervently as her hips revolved of their own accord. Withdrawing and plunging her fingers, Ruby’s cunt grew slick with desire and she bucked and jerked against her hand.
Releasing her other nipple and grasping the inside of her thigh, she dug her nails deeply into the soft flesh, drawing blood. The pinch was as sharp as teeth and Ruby peaked in orgasm from the biting sting. Her cry careened off the shadows, piercing the sky and put forth the call of her needs.
Rolling onto her belly exhausted, she fell asleep and immediately began to Dream. The Gods sent winged creatures to her… to draw and suck the agony and indecision from her Heart and she felt the pain of changed Love diminish with the slow drain of her blood.
The creatures fed from her sorrow, so that she could be reborn a new, contented Soul. So that she could follow what truly lived in her heart and once again be at Peace with the world.
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Bat Bite
2 ounces Rum
Cranberry Juice
Fill a rocks tumbler with ice. Add rum. Fill with cranberry juice. Garnish with a lime wedge.
Enjoy!
A shiver ripples
through my psyche, feigning a gust of crisp fall air. It bounces around my skin true to a piece of litter rustling down a Manhattan street.
Specters of You haunt me as thoughts push against flesh walls trying to escape their mortal restraints. Unsatisfied cravings fight for recognition, pounding relentlessly behind gelatinous orbs.
You can see beyond the flesh … can’t You?
How do You do that from inside my Soul? How is it that I feel Your touch from a light year away?
My core throbs under the induced fire mainlined through my veins. The swell of my bound wrist mimics Your imagined cock in its destination. The goal…to stretch as far as the skin allows.
I grit my teeth against the pain. Streaming verbal reminders of blue Hawaiian waters attack me externally, but those false diversions have no leeway over Your voice inside my head.
‘Do not let the pain exist’
but it does
‘No arguments, you can do this … for Me’
only as You wish
‘Relax…’ You coach me with silent words. ‘Breathe…’
I dance on the tightrope between conscious and un. But You don’t let me fall.
You wouldn’t.
You can’t.
I trust You implicitly, unfoundedly and this alone bears responsibility. The net of Your perceived love keeps me safe. Keeps me sane. Protects me from harm.
I convulse in an orgasm I never felt coming. It explodes unbeckoned, but not undesired. The pain is gone, replaced with rapture. I feel Your hidden satisfaction and it comforts me.
The mind is a powerful visionary. It conjures hands to caress, lips to kiss, the long wet stroke of a lick on Your neck just below the jaw line from chin to ear.
I sense You through the murky haze. Mortal, yet not.
I ride invisible fingers in their journey around my cunt. My juices slide unrestricted down Your palm and Your thumb on my clit presses buttons rarely found. Another climax runs rampant through fractured Dreams.
My breathing is labored and I am wild with emotion as I feel Your lust in the hard cock that presses firmly against my thigh. This is what You want from me, what You need… unbridled passion at Your command. My behavior turns You on … and therefore it turns me on. The continuous circle of energy We share is profoundly unique to Us and although it exists everywhere, only We thrive on this particular current.
Your head is suddenly between my thighs and I look down to see Your wild-eyed desire staring back. Barely constrained beautiful dark thoughts radiate from Your gaze, pouring over me and my breath catches in my throat.
The air from my lungs expels in a long, slow blissful sigh as You tenderly press Your ethereal tongue to my distended slit. I can hear Your delicious groan as You taste me. I can see the hunger in Your eyes. Your sounds evolve into a feral growl as You push Your face into my soft, inviting cleft. What remains of Your composure is nearly scattered like marbles across the floor.
With vibrating physique, You close Your eyes to concentrate and regain self-control, refocusing Your attention from Your thick, throbbing cock back to my cunt. I watch as You traverse the terrain that is my body, moving knowingly around unfettered barriers. All the arduous work is in the past. Today is purely for pleasure.
The inferno You ignite with the flick and plunge of Your tongue and the steady sucking of my flesh singes my core. I ache for release from the scorching blaze breeding inside me. Throwing my head back into the pillow, I scream. I plead. I beg. I need to come.
Please, make me come.
You abruptly remove Your face from between my thighs and I am flooded with a crippling feeling of abandonment. I raise my head uncertainly, searching for an answer.
Did I offend You… begging for climax?
A soft rumble of laughter tumbles around Your throat as You unnaturally hear my thoughts …
‘How could you possibly offend Me? You give Me precisely what I need, even when I don’t request it of you.’
Your prowl up my body has me straining for contact. I covet the feel of Your skin as You pause briefly to kiss my belly button and suckle each nipple. You proceed until we are face to face, then lock Your intense hazel eyes onto mine. Our colors match and we can see ourselves reversed in the other. Indescribably Linked.
Lowering Your torso and guiding Your rigid member into my saturated cunt, I welcome You openly. Unrelenting tears of relief, Love and gratitude stream down our cheeks as our accrued emotions boil over with each cerebral stroke of cock and cunt.
We will go on forever like this … in memory … for We are now and finally wholly One.
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Sweet Nothing
2 ounces Vodka
1 ounce Coco Lopez Cream of Coconut
2 ounces Pineapple Juice
4 ice cubes – crushed
Mix all the ingredients in a blender until frothy. Pour into a chilled martini glass. Garnish with a pineapple wedge.
Enjoy!
To my treasured Readers:
A most unfortunate incident has me feeling less than erotic. Sadly, this is currently affecting my mindset and has dampened my creativity for the moment. As I rely heavily on your thoughts and comments, both public and private, I wanted to share with you a brief explanation and beg your patience in my return to erotica.
In the meantime, please visit all the other storytellers listed on my e[lust] page. You will find much pleasure amongst them.
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The spindles
that we thought were securely nailed into the railing of the 2nd story balcony, were being firmly squeezed into the soft flesh of each of my palms.
That was good
… except for the fact that …
the spindles and I were splayed spread eagle on the earth 15 feet below the place where we actually belonged.
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I didn’t even know I fell until the thud.
Back flat on the ground,
legs tangled in the branches of bushes,
spindles in each hand.
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What am I supposed to do with these… stake a Vampire?
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Just get up off your ass.
OK.
Nope.
That right arm has a dead fish flopping around on the end of its shoulder.
Hospital.
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One six inch steel plate inserted into my upper arm.
Two metal screws securing the plate to the bone.
Three is the broken rib’s number.
Four days in 2 separate hospitals.
Five inch incision.
Six MRI’s.
Seven X-rays.
Eight Angels to revive me (twice) from respiratory failure. Yes, that means I stopped breathing.
Nine hours of hell recovering from pain medicine too strong for my body.
Ten hours of emotional torture.
Eleven nurses, attendants and surgeons putting my ragged self back together.
Twelve BillionGazillionTrillion Points of Good Thoughts, Wishes and Love
blanketing me forever forward!
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Update: October 15, 2010
I just found out that, in reality, there are 7 screws in my arm… but, the poem will remain as originally written due to the fact the actual numbers will screw-up the synchronicity of it!
(pun intended)
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