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~~ OBSERVE ~~
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Don’t mind me hiding over here in the shadows, peeking through the keyhole. I’ll only watch for a little while as you finger her pussy and make her whimper under your touch. She begs for you to bring her to climax. But, you take your time. Teasing and playing with her emotions.
Do you know that you are also pulling at mine?
Can you see the Power you have?
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~~ LISTEN ~~
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Her breath is rising and falling heavy and thick like honey spreading across your thighs. No… wait … that’s mine. Hers is shallow and forced. She has rehearsed this part just for you. To keep you entertained. To keep you mesmerized by the show. Like a scorpion, her toxins can paralyze; forcing tales to be locked away forever in Walt’s vault.
The pulsing from around the corner is my Soul calling for you.
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~~ EXPERIENCE ~~
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It feels natural, this pulse … like a river flowing towards its destiny.
Jump in
Cool yourself
Refresh your mind
Relax into the water that is me.
Then no longer shall I have to peek into keyholes or from around the bend. Because you will have invited me in and offered me a seat upon which to rest my flesh. The flesh that heats so distinctly under your touch. The flames lick us both, but the water quenches our thirst. The air permeates our senses. Sticking to us like the cobwebs our lust just walked through.
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~~ INHALE ~~
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Dolce and Gabbana’s got nothing compared to our mingled scent. Breathe deep. Can you smell it? It actively accosts the very essence of our being. Yet, lies passively content across my throat. Rested and Happy.
Allow the wonder from wide eyes to tame malicious thoughts. For even sweaty little flowers smell sweet under the nose of Love.
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~~ SAVOR ~~
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Relish our lips pressed together. Familiar as watermelon tea, yet brambly as a wild raspberry bush. The perspiration on your brow invites my tongue with salty trails down your temple.
Aching nipples call silently for your attention.
They remember your mouth. Warm and wet.
The claim has been laid and documented with indelible ink.
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~~ REALIZE ~~
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Legs staked open for future inspection must wait for tomorrow night’s chapter. But know this … in the end … they lived happily ever after.
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Sensations
(blender drink)
1 ounce Sambuca
1 ounce Light Rum
not quite 1 ounce Lime Juice
1 ounce Cream or Half n’ Half
Add a half scoop of crushed ice to a blender. Add Sambuca, rum, lime juice and cream. Blend slowly for 10 to 20 seconds until thick and slushy. Pour into a chilled cocktail glass. Garnish with a small flower or flower petals.
Enjoy!
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When You look at me
what do You see?
someone You desire
and wish to set free?
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Or is it sex and lust
and eyes filled with trust
and a mouth that pouts
that You can’t live without?
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Are my lips full enough?
Are my actions tough?
Will Your Cock hurt me
with each rough thrust?
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Or is my pelvis too small
for Your Cock and Balls?
Will Your girth tear my skin
when You plunge within?
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my breasts are large
and they’ll hold You between
as You push and fuck them.
Will You lick them clean?
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The cunt You dream of
is between my thighs
Your Cock inside me
is it just the right size?
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When You look at me
do You see the beast
of Your deepest Fantasies
straining to be released?
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Hidden Blonde
1 1/2 ounces Myers’s Dark Rum
1 1/2 ounces Triple Sec
1 ounce Cream
Add rum, triple sec and cream to a cocktail shaker filled with ice. Shake until well chilled. Strain into a chilled martini glass. Garnish with an orange peel twist.
Enjoy!
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“Whoa!…
… is it me… or does he look really fuckable in those leather pants?”
“Oh, girlfriend. It is most definitely not only you. That is one fine specimen. Mm… Mmmm.”
He stood tall in the doorway, a halo of bright sunshine surrounding him like a god. One hand nonchalantly stuffed partly in his pocket, thumb crooked towards his groin. The other, gripping his motorcycle helmet casually at his side. I imagined those hands grabbing his cock and teasing me with it, stroking it until it too stood tall and proud.
My cheeks flamed hot, as vivid as my thoughts. I tried to will him to look at me as my pheromones stealthily flooded my personal space. Even my friend was surprised at the passion she felt radiating from me.
“Take it easy there, hon. Do you want all the dogs in the neighborhood to smell you?”
“I know,” I whispered. “I can’t help it. He is so fucking sexy! Look at him! I want to crawl all over his body and feel his hands in my hair. I want to lick his neck and nibble his ear as he grabs my ass and just uses me up.”
I shivered in my chair, never taking my eyes from the red and black vision as he walked to the ice cream counter and leaned into the glass, perusing his options.
His leather ensconced body creaked with every movement reminding me of the big brass bed my parents kept in the spare bedroom. The springs that groan with each shift of weight and announce to the whole house what is going on behind closed doors.
Like the time my then-boyfriend and I spent the weekend. I kept warning him to go to sleep, but his wandering hands just kept wandering. I remember them grazing around the flesh of my breasts, tenderly cupping each one. His tongue teased me with gossamer trails on my neck. Down into the hollow just above my collar-bone, where he planted his lips and sucked. My gasp rivaled the creaking bed springs as I arched under his body.
“Sshhhhh… be quiet,” he murmured, naked flesh gyrating into mine. Coiled metal squeaked a pulsing beat to my panting lungs. Open mouths rushed hot breath into hair sticky with lust.
Air pungent with sex, engulfed our bodies, stifling outside realities. No intrusions tonight. We are an island on this down filled universe, rousing ancient calls to Aphrodite.
She is the only one in existence with us. The Goddess of Love. Temptress of Carnality. We seek her truths in the most redeeming way.
Passion gorged ears are deaf to ecstasy’s escalating din as grunts join the melody of creaking springs and gasping breaths. Touch is our only perception now. Slick skin. Fevered flesh. Pushing cock. Pulling cunt. Greedy mouths. Grasping fingers. Climbing neurons light the fuse. That slow burning spark that steadily creeps towards explosion. hot. Hotter. Scorched.
An ice cream parlor chair scrapes the floor behind me, rousing my reverie. And I realize I’ve been staring at Mr. Leather the whole time. I finally look away and into the eyes of my friend watching me close.
She takes my hand and pats it. Then with a sly grin, pushes her chair away from the table and walks out of the ice cream parlor, leaving me to stew in my libertine blast furnace. My swirling thoughts melt creamy like my milkshake.
“Excuse me… would you mind if I sat here with you?” The evocative smell of motorcycle leathers hit my nose as I look up into sapphire blue eyes.
“Um… not… not at all..” I stammer, nectar flooding my panties. I wonder what he thinks of old brass beds?
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Leather
2 ounces Gin
1/2 ounce Triple Sec
1/2 ounce Sweet Vermouth
1 teaspoon Lemon Juice
Fill mixing glass with ice. Add gin, triple sec, sweet vermouth and lemon juice. Stir, so as not to bruise the gin. Strain into a martini glass. No garnish needed … Leather is more than enough.
Enjoy!
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“What do you require to live up here?”
“I am not certain. I have never been out of my Father’s house, I do not know what it takes to live on one’s own.”
“What of medical needs… are there any?”
“I thought my Father wrote you of these things. Other than the typical doctors and dentist, I have no special aesculapian needs.”
“Dietary?“
“No… I am capable of eating what is considered normal foods.”
“I have specific … sexual … requirements. When your Father agreed to our arrangement, did he mention them?”
“Yes actually, he did. They do not seem odd. In fact, they seem quite intriguing. And I am interested in learning what pleases you.”
“Good. Very good. Let’s have our first lesson now… on the phone, so you will be ready for me immediately. Does that suit you?”
“Yes, of course.”
“Excellent. When you come to live with me, there will be times I may wish to use you at only a moments notice. Does this frighten you?”
“Absolutely not. Should it?”
“Perhaps.”
“I see. If it is something to be frightened of, would you like me to remember that and act accordingly?”
“No. I never wish for you to be alarmed at anything I do. Anxious, yes… but fearful, no.”
There was a long pause in the conversation then, as he tried to formulate his next thought and phrase it as delicately as possible.
“Before I ask you this next question, I want you to know that I will never maliciously hurt you. Do you understand?”
“Yes, I know this.”
“Good. Now then, when I lay you on your belly in our bed and I pull on your hips, raising you up, I will slide 2 pillows beneath your pelvis to hold you there. Will this be comfortable for you?”
“I cannot imagine why it would not be. Yes, it should be fine.”
“I want you to spread your knees when I do this. To open yourself up to me.”
“Yes, I understand.”
“And, I wish for you to reach back and take hold of your ass cheeks and spread yourself wide.”
“Yes.”
“When you feel my thumb, do not jump from the cold lubrication I have put on it. This is necessary to do, so you will not have pain.”
“I shall try not to react suddenly.”
“I will tease you a bit, rubbing circles. Then push gently until your muscles relax. Slowly, I will insert my thumb a little at a time, drawing back and inserting a little more, until you can accept my whole digit.”
No words came from the other end of the receiver, only the softest sounds of labored breathing.
“My thumb pushes into you slowly, as I feel your hips respond with a push back. Do you think your hips will push back?”
“Oh, yes,” came the breathy answer.
“That is wonderful to hear and it was the response I was hoping for.”
“Tell me more, please?”
“I will continue pumping my thumb into you, my pretty one. Harder and faster, until you are wild with desire. And when your moans grow uncontrollable and your ass is juicy with need, I will remove my thumb and replace it with the head of my cock. Your body will still at this new invasion, but I will be gentle … at first.”
The mewl through the phone lines was almost imperceivable, but he could hear it, and was impressed with the response. He beamed with anticipation for their union.
“My cock head fills you and your tightness feels so good that I expand even more. I push steadily against your resistance … relax little one… let me in.”
“Oh, god… yes… enter me further!”
“I push again … and suddenly … I slip completely inside. My hips are pressed against your ass cheeks.”
The groan in his ear was loud this time and the panting that followed made him smile even more broadly.
“Are you touching yourself as you listen to me, my pretty one?”
“Yes.”
“I slide my cock slowly from you, almost all the way out … but, not quite. The head still remains inside. You push back at me, panting and gasping. Begging me… please … please. And I am willing to oblige your request. Gladly.”
“Oh… yes … please…”
“Your hips are mine now and I pull them into my groin. My flesh slaps your soft buttocks. Faster. Faster.”
He fondled his cock as he spoke into the phone. Hard, callous pumps on his aching flesh. The cry of release in his ear spurred his strokes. Stronger … faster… until, he too climaxed with a grunting moan.
They breathed heavy with each other for a moment, until he finally spoke.
“Ah … it seems to me we are quite well matched, don’t you agree?”
“Yes. I do believe so. I shall tell my Father that I am ready to be shipped to you.”
“Perfect! I look forward to it.”
Thanks to Kate O'Brien for the inspiration!
Click the photo to be taken to Kate’s site!
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she’s perfect
3 ounces Italian Prosecco Sparkling Wine
1/2 ounce Chambord Black Raspberry Liqueur
1 ounce Cranberry Juice
1 ounce Orange Juice
Fill a rocks glass with ice. Add Prosecco, Chambord, cranberry and orange juice. Stir gently. If you feel you need a garnish… do so with an orange slice.
Enjoy!
When You fuck her…
Do You pull her hair?
Do You hold her wrists behind her back,
as if You care?
Do You take her from behind,
as she is up on her knees?
Who is on top?
Is it You?
Or is it she?
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When You fuck her …
Do You think of me?
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When you fuck Him …
can you feel His mind?
Or is it only His cock
that takes up your time?
Do you bite His shoulder?
And suck on His lips?
Do you caress His beard?
And pull on His hips?
When He comes home at night,
does your heart soar free?
Does your face light up like a Christmas tree?
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Or when you fuck Him …
Do you think of me?
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Red Mermaid
1 ounce Gin
1 ounce Cointreau
1/2 ounce Orange Juice
1 Fresh Lemon Juiced (1/2 ounce)
Add ingredients to a cocktail shaker filled with ice. Shake well. Strain into a chilled martini glass. Garnish with a stemmed maraschino cherry on a cute little pink cocktail skewer.
Enjoy!
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