Thursday 28 July 2011

An exercise in division
and Acceptance
pt II

I’ve tried to take onboard her words and be the man she wanted. I’ve gone and changed many an unhealthy aspect of my character, in the hope that she would see something new.. in the vain hope that she would be proud of me.
Silly boy.
I have nothing in her eyes that’s worth keeping. My future is certain, from her perspective. Certainly not with her. She leaves me subtle reminders without ever saying so. This is how sweet she is. Instead of bluntly letting me know. 
So I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. I shouldn’t have asked. Why all of a sudden, after 7 years, should I expect anything less, or, for that matter, anything more. Any love she had for me has bled away silently. In its place has crept a new impatience, one she cannot speak. At least not yet.
But I understand now. I need to go. Our time is up.
You needn’t worry, nor concern yourself with how you leave me. For I am exactly the same way as you found me. Searching. Yearning. Dreaming. Escaping. Never quite able to commit my body, mind and soul to any one thing. Destined only to wander through fields of uncertainty, of constant ebb and flow, alone, apart from all those fellow wanderers.
It was never going to be her lot.
I should have listened to the sage.

excerpt from my diary
Snap...
At first she was a little apprehensive, she hated being subjected to discipline, of any sort….
But he had a certain manner, assertive touch.
She was willing to do anything he suggested, and to be honest…
It felt good.

image by the man.. Saudek
fantasy / words.. bhp

Tuesday 26 July 2011

choice cuts # 8

Aroused
by
Tom Vek
one of many solid tunes on this long awaited and much anticipated follow up album.
i think he delivers, in his own unique way.
but you be the judge. x

Friday 22 July 2011

yet another slice of bhp..
An hour later the effects had trickled in nicely. Meet me in the darkest corner, I'll be there.
Listen to the man..
All changes, even the most longed for, have their melancholy; for what we leave behind us is a part of ourselves; we must die to one life before we can enter another.
Anatole France
french poet, journo...  

An exercise in division
And acceptance

It’s not about us anymore, she said. At first the words didn’t quite hit the mark. But now, a day later they are ringing in my ears. It’s not about us. She’s well past believing in anything that I have to offer. She’s trying to tell me that she has found another, or atleast needs to free herself from me in such a way that she can. It’s not about us anymore. It’s all about her. She has no need or wish or want of me, and it’s her gentle way of helping me see. It’s all about me. If I'm to ever raise myself in my own estimations, I must let her be. The only thing left to do is leave. 

an excerpt from my diary
 

Thursday 21 July 2011

on the road...
       i cannot live without
                    in one of a myriad cafes in Tirane, Albania
Choice Cuts... #7

Black Night
by
Dodos
track #1 on the new album 'no color'
good stuff me thinks

Sunday 17 July 2011

Currently reading...
Sinfully Sensuous 
A Journey Through The Erotic
by Cheeky Minx
Bed time stories from the seductively sublime mind of one Cheeky Minx, author of the blog 'Love Hate Sex Cake', with lashings of ultra-sensual visual treats to boot.
Hard Copy by name and nature.  
listen to the man..

"If the path be beautiful, let us not ask where it leads".

Anatole France
french poet, author, journo, nobel prize winner

Wednesday 6 July 2011

another slice..
Surrender to me your secrets, in here they hold no weight
And allow me please a sample, all i need is but a taste..
listen to the man...

"if you can find the trigger that kicks off the idea, the rest is easy"

LIFE
by
keith richards
no introduction needed
Choice Cuts #6..
Cattle and Cane
by
The Go Betweens
Quite possibly the one song that takes me back, right back, to a far away place. Where the sun always shines.
Kreuzberg - Berlin
self portrait #1
Choice Butts.... #3
So i got a little amorous, i couldn't help myself..
and by the way, those tiny shorts you put on didn't help.
Sauna
part ii

In and out, sliding slippery fingers in to the hilt and out to the
tips. The delicate rhythm of my arousal pushes her further, closer to
the edge. She wants to breath harder but the air is so hot that to take
deep breaths almost scorches ones throat. So short shallow breathing
sustains her until she feels that she might pass out. She can feel her pulse in
her temples, and sense blood pumping urgently in all nerve centres
right up to her very eyeballs, the pressure mounts.  She blinks her eyes
rapidly to keep from blanking out, and gasps for air. She nearly comes,
orgasm threatens on the outer reaches, consciousness slides, her vision
blurs slightly, she's slipping, just let go… but instead she says,
'If you keep doing that I'm gonna come and I might just pass out.'
"Let's take some air," I say.
We burst from the hot box, clothed again and drag ragged breaths
of cold air. We almost stagger limp limbed out into the pool area and
slide into the relief of the pool. We are alone and there is nothing
to prevent us from continuing our activities but the desire to
heighten the tension by practicing sublime restraint keeps our hands to
ourselves while minds work furiously to devour the other. We glide
about in the water barely looking at each other, I swim dangerously
close to her and one of my legs glances off her upper thigh as I
glide past. The surprise contact feels like a mild electric shock felt
deep inside my gut.  Submerged a different kind of pressure compresses
my senses and heightens the effect of cool water on still warm skin. I
hold my breath and swim the length of the pool at the other end I bust
out of the water starved for oxygen once again. I catch my breath and
say, "Let's go back in". She agrees.
'You go in I'll just be a minute, I want to use the bathroom'.  She tells me.
She pushes through the swing door and into a small bathroom with a large mirror.
and pauses to gaze at herself, a slight flush showing through her tan,
erect nipples push against the wet fabric of her bikini, long
dripping wet hair. She looks deep into the mirror and takes stock of the
situation. 'What's going on?'  she doesn't care to answer that question so
pees quickly and heads back to the sauna.
The heat embraces her upon entry, and she finds me sitting at the far end on the top
bench already naked semi erect prick with its glistening tip all eyes
on her.
'My turn' she says, peeling off her swimsuit. "Please" I reply..
she moves towards me.

She begins by leaning in towards me and quickly, without lingering
licks the glistening pre-cum from the tip of my cock. 'There is
nothing smoother or sweeter in this world.' she offers...
Instantly my body pumps more blood to my cock and it springs up a
little higher. Readying itself for her touch. She admires its shape and
curve; the smooth taut skin with its bluish veined bulges arouses her
whilst she thinks of what to do next.
'I want to feel my tits around that taut member.'  and she moves closer, my anticipation growing.. She sits on the lower bench facing me, her chest level
with my cock. She takes me gently in her left hand and pushes me slowly
back so my cock is pressed against my abdomen, i lean back even
further and spread my legs a little. My balls glisten with sweat,
she leans in to taste it. Salty and fresh with a touch of
chlorine from the pool. She takes one of my balls in her mouth
and slowly rolls her tongue over and around, sucking softly, pulling
gently. I moan, sound vibrates right down into my balls. She lets go, looks up and catches my intent gaze. I nod, and rest my hand softly on her neck, a hint to continue. She obliges.
She stands and leans in further, she arches her back a little, and presses
her breasts together to form a cleavage, and in doing so creates
a tight space for my prick to slide into. In and out. My hands grip the edge of the bench and I feel her hot breath in bursts on my skin. Senses overloading as my cock slides up and down,
slowly, very slowly. She's very careful not to push me too far, she knows me well. She pauses when necessary, as she senses the tension reaching a critical point.  Slowing right
down, she stops, and it subsides a little. She keeps me poised on
the edge, just as I did her. Heavily breathing on the very brink
almost ready to pass out. She reverts her gaze from my cock to my eyes..
'I'd love to feel you explode in my mouth.'......