Sunday 12 June 2011

another little slice of me..

perhaps i was always destined to find you and explore you like this..

Friday 10 June 2011

Listen to the man..

another Rumi gem

                 rope.
                bind you.
                  push.
                 inside you.
Sauna 
part 1

The door closes behind us with a soft thud and the familiar smell of
cedar that all saunas have fills my nostrils. Its warm, and the air is
good and dry. The little bucket that usually holds water for the coals
is empty so I leave again to fill it from a tap outside. She closes her
eyes and sits down on the nearest bench, She's thinking about what we've
just been doing upstairs in the hotel room, I know as much. 

Her thoughts return to us on the ubiquitous beige lounge suite. Mouth to pussy. Cock to mouth,. All liquids and sighing sounds.
Late afternoon sun filtering through the gauzy hotel curtains. The faint hum of air conditioner and traffic
far below, silence broken only by the sounds of skin moving slowly
over skin, and rhythmic heavy breathing.
She hears the door open and close again. "You're still wearing your swim
suit".   "I can fix that" she says.. and she takes the opportunity to slowly
peel her already damp swimsuit off and stretch out on one of the top
benches. I take a scoop of water and slash it across the coals, the
water disappears instantly with a sizzle and steam rises. We breathe
in and exhale slowly. I asked her if we could take a sauna one of
these days and so, here we are.
I am standing looking out the little window in the door.  "Does
anyone ever come down to the gym"? "No, not really, it's usually
pretty quite around here especially during the week". "hmmm, pity".
"What do you think someone would say if they saw us naked in here?"
"Dunno, can I join you perhaps". I chuckle and turn to face her as
I slide out of my shorts. My semi-hard prick sort of springs out
as they slide down my thighs. "I want you, god I want you."  I walk
past her to the far bench and as I do so I slide one of my
fingers along her thigh, up over her hips and along her torso to her
breast, my hand rests there an instant, giving the nipple a gentle
tweak before continuing up her chest over the collarbone and along her
neck. I sit down, just near her head.
"Its already getting pretty hot in here". "Mmmm I know, its good isn't it."
And this is how we are for a little while. You there, me here, thinking
about what we might do. Wondering where to start. I can hear you
breathing, I can hear the ticking sounds of the thermostat as the
little wooden room turns up the heat. Breathing. God, it's getting hot
in here.

I stand and walk back to the bucket. But instead of wetting the
coals I take another scoop of water and pour it slowly over her naked
body. "It feels so good." Cold water on her steaming skin. Sharp intake
of breath. Some of the water trickles down towards her cunt and mingles
with the moisture that's already begun to form there. Cool and hot,
both sensations at once.  I take another scoop and pour it on the
coals. The heat moves even closer, and it is getting harder to breath.
 She turns over to lay on her front and as she does I place my hand
on her luscious bum, I give it a little smack before letting my
fingers slide around to her crack. She spreads her legs a little and I can
feel my heart rate accelerate as I anticipate this first touch. I
take my time, just one finger slowly, ever so slowly eases its way
into her pussy and she exhales as I reach the knuckle.  I pause, and then slowly, ever so slowly I draw my finger out again. Inhale, exhale. "oh god"  she says. 

I can feel her pussy quivering.  "Again" she says. This time two fingers, sliding ever so slowly in. And she spreads her legs a little further…
Choice Cuts...#5

Rest My Chemistry
by
Interpol
A kaleidoscope of blue and truth delivered in such a way that it moves me, leaves me craving. Isn't that exactly what music is supposed to do?
Letter to a pretty girl..

wow.. now you have me short of breath.. i cant remember the last time someone wrote me such.. thank you, i love it. i see a little deeper into your heart and soul now..
i'm flattered, touched and honoured to be able to bring to the surface these feelings inside of you. who would have thought that the charcoal drawing would have a life of it's own.. so many years later.. maybe this is no coincidence.. it absolutely feels as if we were meant to explore eachother a little further than mere friendly pleasantries.
in, on and around.. we do fit perfectly together. it's the common ground. the sames. adding further want, beyond the physical. when together, we are free.. when the window opens we fly right out and into the night.. explorers on the sensory plains.. meeting unspoken needs with aplomb. like lovers do.. you and me.... me and you.
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Life
by
Keith Richards
fancy an unadulterated voyeuristic snapshot into the life of a rolling stone. this is it. in spades. what a life.