...Graphite Thoughts...

Going fucking nuts...

2011-10-12T17:47:00.000-07:00

Driving me crazy.. no one i used to read is here anymore. They're gone or have gone private. wow i am so out of touch. The cost I guess for not having the time to venture into the blogging world much. Jobs changed, times for me to sit and write changed, and apparently lots of other things changed.

miss those who I called friends..

A Whisper

2011-01-03T08:49:00.001-07:00

Her fingers traced the arch of his lower back. his weight on top of her felt good, comforting, to some extent. What wasn't comfortable to her however was the head of his throbbing cock brushing against her wet openness. She wanted him, and he was teasing, dealing with the anticipation was erotic but she was ready for that part to end.

Her fingernails found the firmness of his ass and she dug in. Pulling her hips upwards as she urged him inside her. She could feel the size of him, filling her walls with the heat that she desired. As he sank fully into her, a groan made it's way from her throat. Her lips pursed together close to his ear and tried to quiet another groan when his pelvic bone pressed against her clit.

His hips started to rise slowly, and she felt the inner walls of her wet pussy trying to suck him back in. She clamped down against him as he withdrew,
and harder when he pressed back into her. Filling her again, slowly. The wet walls of her pussy began to quiver and when his pelvis once again pressed firmly against her clit, those quivers washed over her entire body. her ankles traced the length of his legs as she opened herself to him. Her orgasm now tearing its way through her body.
Her arms wrapped around his shoulders and tightened. His hips rocking steadily against her clit and driving her her over the edge.

"Now," her quaking breath whispered into his ear "Fuck Me"

Taste.

2010-12-28T13:14:00.003-07:00

My eyes scan the landscape of her torso. the silky flesh that leads from her belly to the soft but erect mounds of her breasts. My mouth poised a fraction of an inch from her wet swollen pussy. I watch as her tongue traces the edges of her lips in anticipation. My warm breath falling over her mound. "Please" she asks. "Please" Gently the tip of my tongue touches her wetness, I trace the length of her swollen lips and then pull her clit into the warmth of my mouth. Her hips arch as my tongue flicks against her. Soon her fingers are there, holding the wet lips of her pussy open to my eager tongue. Closing my eyes, I drink in the taste of her lust.

yes it feels good to be here again. A short start, but a start none the less. ;)
Ryder.

Time

2010-12-22T22:24:00.003-07:00

Ya know,
I have missed this place. I have missed those who visited yeah, but this PLACE. Where things let go in my mind. Where thought's run vividly around in my mind. Where a thought becomes a story.

I have been told to get my ass back here and write. I think its time that I listen. To the thoughts in my mind, and to friends. ;)

Time allows me to visit here again.. Just writing this feels good. Really good in fact.

yes its time...

even the quote at the bottom of the page tells me that.

Seeking.....

2009-08-14T14:56:00.002-07:00

Do you want..
my breath, hovering at the nape of your neck
Do you want..
my lips lightly caressing your erect nipples
Do you want...
the tip of my tongue tracing the length of your abdomen
Do you want
me to pause at your belly button to exhale hot breath across your flesh
Do you want..
my fingers to trace the insides of your thighs,
Do you want
The tip of my tongue against your clit,
Do you want...
My fingers and tongue to meet
Do you want
to taste your desire
as I push my tongue gently inside you
Tasting what you taste
wanting what you want
finding you once again in my soul
finding your soul, once again in mine.
Do you want the things that I desire to give
in the darkness, in the light, in the heat of summers lust.

I Wonder

2009-08-04T15:47:00.002-07:00

I wonder sometimes, I wonder if she knows.
Can she feel the thoughts?
The incredibly ravaging thoughts that I have? Does she know when I think of caressing her, my fingers find their way into soft wet part of her lips. Does she know how I think of making her cum over and over? that I imagine tasting her desire as it coats my fingers. The way I would have her taste her own desire. Sometimes I wonder.
Can she feel it? How I imagine my cock slipping into her, then letting her lick the taste of us from it. Can she feel how hard my cock gets as I imagine fucking her. Fucking her the way she desires. Making her cum, the juices running from her, as her body convulses in pleasure.

I wonder these things at night, when my fingers become hers, when I groan against the dark sky and feel the warm hot cum spill across my fingers.

Savoring.

2009-01-12T17:49:00.003-07:00

Pungent and creamy wet, I nestle the tip of my nose against her clit and gently part her lips with my tongue. I will not be ravenous, but rather savor, the lust that grows withing her.

Last night in my mind.

2009-01-06T07:32:00.003-07:00

I sat last night, on the couch. The house silent and dark. I sat there, in the inky black of night,
and I thought of you. I imagined the silky soft feel of your flesh. I imagined you there, in the darkness just like I was, thinking of your imagined lover and while I watched, your fingers begin caressing the places he would touch. I let myself become that lover, thinking of the way I would
roll your erect nipples between my tongue and upper lip. I imaged your back arching as you rolled them between your thumb and finger, while in your mind you held me there, fingers laced into my hair. My fingers began a journey much like yours, slipping against the growing and tightening flesh of my desire. In my mind I was there, as your fingers moved slowly lower, slipping under the edge of your panties. Finding wetness and want, I watch as they press against your clit. A catch in my breath matches yours as you touch, in only the way you can. In my mind I watch your fingers, in my mind I feel yours. Both of us somewhere in the darkness, touching each other. I imagine our breath mixing in heated torment as your fingers slip inside. Each penetration of your fingers, matches a stroke of mine. I watch as your body tightens against the oncoming orgasm, my breath is short, and from somewhere inside I groan, feeling the waves of pleasure wash over you. In my mind I feel you tighten against me, and your orgasm becomes mine. I sat there in the darkness, the silence in the house broken by the rushed and shaken sound of my breath. I sat there, on the couch and thought of you.

Long time...

2008-10-31T16:30:00.003-07:00

Wow, june 25th. It's been a long time..
I have visited here very few times in that span of quietness,
sadly with nothing to write. I feel a change in the wind, after all life does follow a circle does it not?

inside..

2008-06-25T16:41:00.002-07:00

The thin slick film of oil allows my hands to slide effortlessly across her silken flesh. Ambient light cast over the scape of her body and I watch as my hands slide along the inside of her legs.

My fingers turn outward, yet my thumbs continue inside. As I reach the soft mounds of her ass my thumbs press against the creases inside her legs where thigh becomes torso. Gently I press against her. Her legs open further to me as her sigh becomes audible. She is wet, but time will pass before I touch her there. She will want me with all that she is before then. Her body will quiver when I touch, and ache when I do not.

This is the place I wish to take her, the place where this lady of silken flesh becomes a slut, when she sets the animal inside free, to be pleased by sexual contact.

Time

2008-06-09T16:15:00.003-07:00

Time,
From morning till high noon then into dusk.
The gray of shadows creeps slowly.
Then fade into the black of night.
The fire burned against the darkness
but alas the embers grow ever colder even as they are frantically fanned.
The light of fire to embers glow, then again into the night like black.
There is nothing left to fight the darkness,
there is nothing left of the embers.
There is darkness and it it surrounds.
It consumes, and it overtakes.
the darkness is here now,
what was is no longer,
What was here, is testament to only what was,
no longer for what may yet be to come.

Shower door

2008-04-16T06:46:00.001-07:00

As of lately, I am beginning to think my muse and my sex life live behind the shower door.
And they don't like to come out and play....

UGHH

Of Wine and Friends

2008-04-08T07:25:00.003-07:00

The Wine bottle, after surrendering its contents, sat in the center of the coffee table. Two glasses, stood close to it, also void of any content. If you took a picture, it would look almost like an advertisement in a wine magazine.

The chairs sat at an angle to each other, the table holding the empty bottle and glasses between.

They were close in their friendship. They always had been. Close from the time of youth, when they first met until now. Sure there was the occasional squabble over a boy or two, but they were small and uneventful enough to ruin their friendship.

The wine, on this night, they both found particularly relaxing. Their conversation scattered about, covering different subjects. It changed directions like a leaf floating down a stream. Once again the conversation takes a turn, some would consider it uncomfortable, but with these two friends, nothing seems uncomfortable. The husbands away for the night, and them in wine fueled chat; it flows freely like the wine from that empty bottle sitting between them. Freely I might add, like the wine from the previous two bottles, standing side by side on the kitchen counter.

“I almost wish the guys were coming home tonight” Sarah says. Her eyes turning thoughtfully toward the living room window, letting her mind wandering for a moment.

“The guys? Come on!” Tracy scoffs. “Why?”

“Well you know that wine makes me aroused, I just, well you know…” Sarah trails off.

“Is he really that good of a lover?” Tray quizzes. She has had a fantasy or two about her friend’s husband but would never confess it openly. It was just fantasy anyway no harm in that.

“I orgasm SO hard when we are together.” She starts. “He does these things to me that just get to me. He actually has learned to make me ejaculate.” Her face now heated in embarrassment from her sudden confession.

“Ejaculate?” Tracy now curious leans toward her friend. “Guys do that.” She states.

“No, women can do it too, some scoff at the idea but I don’t anymore.” She continues “His tongue and fingers are magical.”

Tracy’s minds flashes into one of her fantasies, wondering if those fingers are as magical as she imagines. Her stomach tightens, and she can feel the heat and growing wetness between her legs. Shifting slightly in the chair, she asks, “Just how magical can they be?”

“It’s hard to explain,” Tracy folds her leg into the chair. “I know what he does, but explaining it is difficult, I think it’s the fog I am under when he is doing it.” The smile on her face brightens just a little at the thought. “I think I could show it better than explain it.”

“Then show me” Tracy moves slowly from the chair to her knees on floor in front of her friend. “Then Show me.”

Unison

2008-03-25T17:28:00.003-07:00

Both of our eyes roll to the top of our heads at the same time. In unison, we have different reasons for doing so. Her's is to see my reaction, mine is the reaction, as the curve of her tongue gently slides the length of my swollen shaft. She smiles and her fingers gently squeeze as I groan and fall under her spell.

test 1, 2 test, test.

2008-03-24T16:58:00.000-07:00

Is this thing still on???????

Lessons of want.

2008-01-08T17:27:00.000-07:00

From somewhere as I cross between sleeping and awake, she comes. Her image floats gently into an existence that only I know of. In an amber evening light I sit watching her. Her long shapely legs covered in stockings that climb her thighs. The shear material clings to every curve. A garter belt wraps just at the curve of her hips, small straps of lace stretch downward, pulling my eyes focus to the soft creamy fleshed area where legs become hips. Her hands caress from her sides, across her navel and then move delectably downwards. I can not see her face as she has it turned downward. Her hair hangs gently on her shoulders, and flows even further, caressing her torso.

The click of her heels against the wooden floor seem to echo endlessly as she approaches. Her hair falls gently to the side of her face as she lifts her gaze toward me. Already the ache of lust has taken hold of me. I shift slightly in the chair as the thoughts I have cause me to swell. Her eyes now fixed upon me, become both gentle and at the same time indifferent to all but what seems to be physical appetite. The sway of her hips pronounced by each step, bring her quickly upon me. In her final step, she places one foot between my legs, as I sit. Her hair flows downward as she looks down upon me. My hand reaches out and I touch the inside of her seductive thigh. I caress upwards, meeting the bare flesh just above the top of her stocking.

My breath draws deep as my fingers brush against the hot uppermost part of her inside thigh.
Her fingers gently placed under my chin encourage me to look into her eyes. As I do so, I hear one simple sentence...

"How much could I possibly make you want me?" She asks.

I want her already, more than I can imagine. But imagination isn't enough.

New year..

2008-01-07T17:35:00.000-07:00

I think the last of my 2007 could be described as nothing more than a whirlwind cluster fuck.
Thank god, things are returning to normal. I have a shit load of reading to do, I feel I have missed out on quite bit.

There will be more here this year, (no it isn't a new years fucking resolution) its a statement.
There is much to do... and much to write, but I am off to catch up on the world of bloggers I hold near and dear.. After all First things first right?

I hope all of you had a better Holiday season than I... It wasn't all bad.. but holy shit....Am i glad it's over.

Now, off to read some ......

In the darkness

2007-11-20T09:21:00.000-07:00

I shift from sleep into daze. Slowly my senses collect and investigate the reason I have been drawn from slumber. Next to me she is warm, her flesh, soft and smooth presses against me. My eyes still closed, I listen to her breath.

In the darkness I can only hear and feel her. The lack of light enhances rather than limits this moment. Movement from the covers tells me she is awake. Her rest interrupted. I use the movements, and the sounds to mentally envision what she is doing. Her hands, I can tell, are caressing. Fingertips glide slowly over her abdomen, and upwards, brushing against her erect nipples. I hear the small change in her breath. A catch in the way she breathes, as she rolls her erect nipples between thumb and forefinger.

I lay silent and still next to her, movement and sound feed my mental images. Her hand slips from one nipple, and traces the line of her belly. It travels along the top of her thigh and inward. She turns her fingers slightly and slides them over her wetness, her breath rushes out. It is a fight of control for her now. Not wanting to wake me from sleep she holds her breath as even as she can. Carefully and slowly the edge of her panties is worked lower by her fingers. I imagine the silky soft flesh that is exposed, and the times my tongue has traced its surface.

The shift in the covers provides another arousing element, Smell. She is wet, and full of want. The aroma of her is pungent, she is creamy and very wet. Next to me her hand slips under the waistband of her panties and while bending her leg opposite me, they slide over her knee and in a moment she is naked.

Her fingers trace the inside of her leg to her wet waiting opening. Slick and wet she circles the bud of her desire. her breath once again changing even though she fight desperately for control over it. I begin a battle myself, swelling with desire next to her I want to interrupt, to take her. To fill her with the desire she imagines. Yet I lay motionless against her.

Her fingers hasten in movement. Her fingertips, press and circle, then slip into the open wet folds of heated flesh. Her hips raise slightly giving her fingers access. A small sigh become audible as her fingers slip deeper and move against the insides of her. Her fingers play in ways that only she knows how. Her body telling her where and how to touch, how fast, and how slow. Her reactions tell me even now, small secrets that I store for the times I make love to her.

The ministrations of her fingers is stronger now, as is the sensory overload she is directing. The peaks and plateaus are hers for the making. Her fingers work in unison with her body, and her minds finds the perfect lover in this darkness. He knees drawn up let one leg rest over mine. I wonder if she feels the hardness, and the wet droplets from my arousal.

Her fingers work against the spots where she needs to be touched and brush against those that react to teasing. Her breath shakes under her desire of control. She has reaches the point of no return, where, the valleys of arousal no longer give way. Her body tightens and her head presses back against the pillow. I can hear a soft moan and the newfound wetness of her fingers. I can feel her fight to control her quaking body, and her orgasm overtakes her there is silence. her body locked, there is no breath and no movement. Slowly this passes into a rush of breath, and her shivering body rolls tighter against mine. She lays next to me, letting the warmth of our closeness calm her. I wait for her to return to sleep, and I wonder if she will wake when the lover who I will find tonight arrives.

Can you?

2007-11-05T09:45:00.000-07:00

Imagine,
The warmth of my breath cascading over the flesh near the back of your neck.
Chills that rise to the surface as the heat of my open mouth presses where breath once was.
Can you?

Imagine,
The words I whisper in your ear. Words of the desire I have for the salty sweet taste of you. The tip of my tongue, replacing those whispers, tracing a line down the side of your neck and over your shoulders.
Can you?

Imagine,
The tips of my fingers along the length of your sides. How you would lean back against me as my fingers turned inwards brushing over your erect nipples before cupping them firmly in my hands.
Can you?

Imagine,
The desire I could build within you, my fingers cascading lower and lower. The palms of my hands pressing your hips against my hardness. And breath warm in your ear full of word that I want to do to you.
Can you?

Imagine,
My moan as I find your growing wetness, fingertips taunting your hips forward, seeking the touch I hold to a caress. The want within you, as I circle and trace
the delicate folds of you. My fingertips exploring wetness.
Can you?

Imagine,
Your fingers meeting with mine, pressing them against you. the wet desire of lust speading across our dancing fingers. The slickness of your fingertip circling your clit as I seek inside for the places that make you writhe with pleasure.
Can you?

Imagine,
My arms holding you tight, as your body tightens in orgasm. Wave after wave taking you, as your press your hips back against me. Our breath in hurried and shaking song as I slowly press into you, filling each ripple and wave with the firmness and heat of my desire to please you
Can you?

I can.

Waiting

2007-10-29T16:45:00.000-07:00

The heat of her lips radiates against my exposed flesh. There is no touch other than the contact of our eyes while she watches my reactions. The heat sinks into my skin, and it spreads like fire, igniting in a chain reaction, rolling through me. Warm becomes hot and desire grows into lust.

I wait for her touch, unwillingly I wait, but wait I must. The ropes bite against the spreading warmth and growing desire. Reminding me that I am hers to do with as she pleases. My muscles tighten against the bindings, my will not strong enough to move them just enough that she might touch. The tip of her tongue parts her lips, and I groan. Struggling to stretch the ropes ever so slightly so that the pink warmth of her wet tongue touches. I can feel the breath of her giggle against my inner thigh, and I wait, against time, against bindings, I wait with swollen lust for a single touch.

From the back of the house (Part two)

2007-10-25T09:30:00.000-07:00

I stood transfixed by the image. She stood with her back to me, facing the mirror above the dresser. My mind screamed at me to climb down from the ladder and wait, but somehow I was frozen. Every muscle in my body locked tight into the place I was now standing.

The robe that I had caught a glimpse of before, stopped abound mid thigh. It's silky texture hung over her shoulders and from the mirror she was facing, I could see the way it hugged her breast. Her arms worked a brush gently through the mid back length of her hair. Searching for the will to move my legs, and remaining frozen in this moment of time pushed and pulled at me like in an almost rhythmic tide. Somehow, I just couldn't or maybe just wouldn't look away.

As she reached down to set the brush on the dresser I thought I had found the sense to move. She took that away in an instant as her eyes turned to the mirror, fixed on me, standing outside her bedroom window with a look of a child caught doing something wrong on my face. With our eyes fixed in the silver reflection of the mirror, my heart standing in my throat, her lips parted into a smile. Somehow that smile calmed me. As my senses slowly returned, I somehow managed to begin pulling the trim away from the outside of the window.

My eyes incessantly darted from her to the window . She leaned into the mirror, gently pulled a strand of hair thought her finger tips and examined it closely. After combing it back into place with her fingers, she reached for a bottle of lotion atop the dresser. she smoothed it across her cupped palms, and began working it against the nape of her neck. I watched as her fingertips disappeared under the silky fabric of her robe, down the neck line and across to her shoulder. As she reached once again back to the bottle, I switched my gaze away from her and back to the matter at hand. It was only moments before I would be transfixed, frozen again in time at back of this house.

Her robe fell open as she applied lotion to her abdomen. The lines of the open robe stretched tauntingly to the inside of her breasts. Her silken smooth flesh framed by the sides of the robe and the stark contrasting line of black panties. Turning slightly allowed her to place a foot upon a nearby chair. Her fingers gently wrapped her ankle as she began working the lotion along the length of her leg. Her hand inching the line of the robe further along her thigh, revealing even more of her flesh to my gaze. I imagined the feel of her flesh slipping underneath my finger tips. I imagined them dipping into the line of her panties, brushing against moist heat. I imagined her sigh as fingers slid gently over her awakening clit.

As if my thoughts had somehow reached her, I watched the heave of her breath as her fingers slid from view, to the surface of the black panties now hidden by the side of the robe. I watched her face in the mirror as her fingers traced. Her eyes closed and her movements became more pronounced. Her calve tightened as she pressed the ball of her foot against the chair. Her fingers diligently working against the bud of her clit. In the mirror I could see the tips of her fingers slip under the fabric, and disappear into wetness. Her other hand reached to the dresser as to steady herself.

I wanted to touch her, to taste the passion covering the fingers I wished were mine.
Her legs began to tremble as she worked her fingers against her wetness. Her pace increasing in unison with her breath. Her back arched slightly as her lips parted in a gasp for breath. I watched her orgasm rise through her. It took her slowly at first, then rose with a vengeance that over took her. Her legs trembled against its force. Her hand steady against the dresser. The orgasm quaking against her balance.
Peaking in waves of white heat, the moisture of her lust began spilling over her fingers. It pooled against her cupped hands and spilled against the inside of her legs. Waves of lust washed over her, the crashed against the surface of her flesh and her lips pressed tight against the sweet agony that enveloped her.

As her orgasm subsided and her breath began to return, her eyes turned once again to meet mine in the sliver reflective surface of the mirror. Her fingers closed the edges of her robe as she smiled once again.

I don't know how long I stood there, recovering from her orgasm after she had slipped into another doorway out of view. As I worked on cleaning up and packing my tools, I heard her car leave the driveway. Tapped to the window of the truck, a note, and a check for payment in full.

The note read simply;
Thanks, I hope to have you back again for other things I need completed around the house.

I have yet to bring myself to cash that check.

From the back of the house

2007-10-24T07:08:00.000-07:00

It was easy enough, show up, replace three windows on the back of the house.
One in the Dining Room, one above the kitchen sink and one in the master bedroom.

Knocking on the door, I was unsuspecting of the attractive woman who answered.
She showed me through the house, making small talk about the day as she showed me each of the windows.
As we single filed down the hallway, I could smell lingering aroma of yesterdays perfume.
Light enough to catch the aroma, although to light to be identifiable.

She apologized for the mess, (which i didn't really think was that bad) and walked me over to the window. We discussed the method of replacement. I would start at the dining room and work my way across the back of the house.

She offered me the use of her fridge, cold water and drinks if i so required, and told me to make myself at home wile she did other things.
I assured her I had plenty of drinks and lunch, and went out to gather the tools I needed to start.
Upon re-entering the house, she called from the hallway as I passed. Over my shoulder I could see her standing in a robe, while she announced that she was going to take a shower. Again offering whatever I needed from the fridge.

She stepped into the bathroom, and proceeded to start my day.
The first two windows were relatively easy, The third however would prove to be quite interesting......

Routine

2007-10-23T07:40:00.000-07:00

The business that I jointly decided to start has been at the very least successful.
The problem is that while i did this with a partner 50/50. I now do it alone.

It was not by choice for either one of us. His current health will not allow him the
time or the energy required to be 50 percent partner. So I carry the load until such a time he will return. I am confident that it he will. It's just a matter right now, of when.

I am weary from long days, and a few sleepless nights. But I still have my health.
In a visit with him yesterday, he confided, that he felt I was getting dumped on.
He is ill and worried that I might feel like he is letting me down.
I have one hell of a partner.

One thing I did notice is that as I focused my energy on the things that needed to be done,
(Life preempts witting) I forgot to give myself some down time. This is a danger sign to me.
Danger that while doing something for a living that I enjoy, I will burn out.
Danger that spending all my time thinking and worrying about work, leaves little time to
nurture a relationship that important to me.

I feel separated again, the thinking and analytical side, and the creative side are at odds.
No one but I can fix this separation, and I know what things I am missing. This blog is one of them.

I have fallen into a danger zone where my life runs me, not the other way around.
I am changing it today. I will make time, not wish for it.

Also a few months back, I had a friend ask me if I blogged. I haven't shared my blog with anyone one of my friends, but she mantioned that she had found one that seemed, to parralell my life, with extras tossed in here and there.
I denied it. And frankly I think it may have scared me away form this place just a little.
If that person knows, then this will be the validating punch in the ole blogger card so to speak.
I wont hide, I like to write. something that I forgot in the daily routines.

TGIF

2007-08-24T15:51:00.000-07:00

Today, I say, fuckitol and head into the mountains for a few days rest.
To my friends, I will think of you.

It has been far to long that I have decompressed in this manner.
There is a place....

Wednesday, May 03, 2006

There is a Place...

There is a place I want to take you.

A place where the sun is not filtered by curtains, but mottled by leaves overhead. Leaves that shiver nervously in a gentle breeze. The shade is interrupted by pools of light, highlighting the green cover of the forest floor in vivid warmth. The air here is clean, filling you with energy each time you inhale. There is a song in this place, and if you listen, while the treetops become the instruments of wind, you realize the dance, performed by shadow and light.

This is the place, I want to take you.

This is the place I want to take you into my arms.
This is the place I want your lips against mine.
In this place my fingers will tease your flesh.
This is the place my eyes devour your beauty.

This is the place I want to take you, take your flesh against mine, our bodies tattooed by the tribal, of shadow and light. Tracing you with the touch of my lips I will taste the delicate flavor of your skin. I will open you to me, as you watch the orchestra above, until you are overtaken by the feeling of my exploring tongue. Your fingers wander into my hair, gently urging me on. I taste you here, in this place, softly pulling you into my mouth. Savoring the wet pungent taste of desire. Your soft moans will be the lyrics, written by the fever of my touch. Your legs wrap around me, fingers clutching my back, I enter you fully as you arch to my touch. Slowly I glide deep within you, your breath whispers in pleasure. You can feel me inside you, I am hardened by want. Your arms tighten around me, legs pulling me tight as you shiver against me. This place fades away, for a moment in time, while pleasures crescendo washes into us both.

This is the place I want to take you.

posted by Ryder 3.5.06

Mmmmm

2007-08-21T07:50:00.000-07:00

The pungent aroma of her wet folds does something to me. As the tip of my tongue explores the edge of her panties, my fingers slip under their edge and expose even more flesh for me to taste. Flesh, delicate tender flesh, which I am slow to expose, yet so eager to taste. Her fingers join with mine then dip below the fabric that veils me destination. Caressing, they dip low, then return to brush across my lips. The taste of her mingles its way to my tongue. It is now that I crave her most. The anticipation of pulling her into my mouth, slipping my tongue into her soft wet heat, drives me.

As my hands run the inside of her thighs, parting her legs even further, her fingers slide low, and move away the barrier of cloth. My eyes focus on hers, and then shift lower. Her finger nails comb though my hair as I move closer, and as she lightly presses her hand into the back of my neck, I slip my mouth over the wet heated folds of her. And gently as I pull her into my mouth, her voice echoes the sigh I feel inside, as I explore her yet again.

One from the archives...

2007-07-30T08:05:00.000-07:00

A favorite of mine, reposted while I write behind the scenes. Things are slowing down a little.
Time to write is in the future, this, I greatly accept with a sigh of relief.

Hunger (posted 5/24/06)

I caress her with my eyes,
and touch her with my breath.

I hold her with my heart,
and kiss her with my soul.

Ravenous for the taste of her flesh,
a hunger that never dies.

I fill my lungs with the scent of her,
and it courses throughout my veins.

Gentle, soft, and delicate,
I restrain the burning hunger within.

To devour her completely,
to feed this insistent lust.

A dragons fire burns in my eyes,
and she offers me her sacrifice.

In frenzies of lust and passion,
I take her to be mine.

I use her to quench my lustful thirst
while loving her all the time.

Glass

2007-07-16T08:04:00.000-07:00

My eyes were focused on hers, my attention however was diverted to the tips of her fingers. They were tracing the edge of her silky thong. I watched as her eyes slowly closed, knowing her fingertips had reached below the edge of the thong, into wet silken heat. No longer willing to focus on her eyes, my gauze shifted to her circling fingers. Below the surface of material covering them, I watched as her motions teased and brushed her clit.

Her legs opened slightly as her fingers dipped lower. A moan came softly from under her breath.
Aligning myself with her, I whispered into her ear.
"Is that cock you're imagining hard?"

"Yes" her breathy reply.

"I bet it's thick too. Slick and resting just at the opening of your cunt."

"I want him to fuck me" her fingers slip once again into the wet heat between her open legs.

"I think he wants a taste of you first" I reply. The thought of a tongue slipping over her clit brings another moan. "Follow his tongue with your fingers, show me where he licks"

Her fingers trace from her clit downward, circling over her wetness, and climb slowly back to her clit. Her hips buck involuntarily when she brushes over it.

"You like the way he pulls your lips into his mouth don't you." I whisper. "when he sucks at your wetness, wanting to swallow you"

"Uh huh" her breath heated and quick.

"Is he touching his cock? his finger tips wet and slick with his desire?"

"He's hard" her reply.

"You want to fuck him, don't you"

"Yes" her voice almost begging.

"Wrap your fingers around his cock" I place a glass wand close to her fingers, it's bulbous end glistening and wet. Her fingers close on it's shaft, and trace it along the edge of her opening.

"Can he fuck me now" her whisper urgent and needy.

"Guide him" I whisper, "Hold his cock as it disappears inside you." I watch as her fingers press the swollen end of the glass rod inside. Her back arched as it pops gently inside. Her fingers move it deeper, then pull it away. Each time, the trust inward grows with intensity.

"He's going to fuck you hard isn't he?" I ask.

There is no response. I hear only the heated pace of her breath, and the slick wet sucking sounds of her cunt against the shaft of her imaginary lover.

Summer Blues

2007-06-18T06:57:00.000-07:00

Well, as summer continues it's ever growing onslaught of heat, i have just a few moments to sit here and write Something. Not what i want to write but a few minutes to write none the less.

I have been doing nothing but work, for the last month, seven days a week. The end is sight, If i can get through the rest of this month, my weekends should be mine again.

I miss this place, I miss my friends. Some also seem to be busy with their own summer lifes, but i miss them just the same. I never really had a large reader base, but you know who you are when i say "I miss you"

Something juicy did happen to me the other day i need to write about, and something else sparked a rather nasty little daydream. That will be a story before long I feel.

Enjoy the summer months, and if you have a partner to share it with, make sure to take time to remember why you are partners in the first place. If don't have a partner, take time to remember, (well, this is what happened to me anyway) If your looking you won't find it, when you stop, Love will sneak up and grab you from behind, and there will be no looking back.

So to you my friends, Enjoy the days of summer, and I hope to be around fro a visit sometime soon...

Ryder

2007-05-23T06:59:00.000-07:00

About two weeks ago there were some major changes in my daily life style.
The place I went to everyday for the past nineteen years, I left.
Sticking my neck out onto the proverbial chopping block as it were, I decided to try
working for myself. Needless to say, this step is taking some time to get used to. Among that,
I have had little time to come here, and I miss that. I will not however, give it up, I will just find a way to make a little extra time, and come here to let go. Funny how you come to think of blogging as something that becomes almost a daily routine, then when time won't allow, you feel cheated somehow. My creative juices are still flowing, Masquerade, has much more to post, but I wont do that until I read it again. ..

Kiss

2007-05-17T07:30:00.000-07:00

The taste of another woman upon her lips wets my kiss even further.

"Tell me about it" I breathe, our lips brushing as I speak.

"What if I show you instead." she replies. Her eyes darken in mood slightly, as the door behind us opens.

Number Three

2007-05-09T07:18:00.000-07:00

Tucked away and hidden, this is my favorite. Only a few know of it. There is no other purpose than aesthetics, and the feeling I get knowing it is there. It changes sometimes, black, black and silver, and sometimes cobalt blue. I am actually thinking of doubling it, one just below.

No sex for six weeks, .... I lasted about 1 day.

Like I said. Not work safe, and not blazoned on the body of this post. It might be the last, there is ink in my future I feel. The design is one I have worked on for almost a year. Before it is ink, it must be exactly what I want.
So there are the three, And someday, maybe the forth. I must admit I have had fun doing this small series, there may even be a time I do more. But one thing I can say to all those who HNT, hats off to you my fellow bloggers because when I hit the publish button for this series, ( more so this post) my stomach turned upside down. So, without anymore explanations, Tucked away and unseen.

Darkness

2007-05-08T15:52:00.000-07:00

Because I am physically unable to answer Suze's question about how my tongue ring feels against a clit, I can give some idea of the reaction I sometimes feel.

In the darkness, I savor her flesh. My fingers trace that which I cannot see. But other senses are in overdrive right now, making up for the lack of visual stimulation. The touch of my fingers, brings goose flesh to her inner thigh. Slowly I trace the curves and valleys of her abdomen. My lips grazing the surface of her flesh. I listen for her breath, when she draws it in, I mark the spot with the tip of my tongue and a long wet kiss.

The tips of her fingers trace the edge of wetness, as I kiss and slowly lick the tips of them. Her ministrations, slow, as she opens herself to the caress of my lips. Her hips roll against me as I lick slowly along my path. Never parting the folds of her wetness, only touching with breath, and the tip of my extended tongue. When I draw it across her clit, her fingers move to give me even more access. As I touch and trace her, slowly the flatness of my tongue presses into her. She moans as I gently pull her into the warmth of my mouth.

As I release her, the silver ball of my tongue ring glances against the firm bud of her clit. Her body moves suddenly as if a jolt of electricity has moved though her. I savor her, her wetness, her warmth, her passion. The tip of my tongue circles and trades places with the tongue ring against her clit. Teasing her, the tips of my fingers wet against her opening, and as I curl the tips of them inside, her breath stops. I curl them slowly, alternating between penetration, and curling, as the silver little ball on my tongue, bumps against her clit. I will stay here, building her to the point of no return, as her wetness flows freely over my fingers. I caress and kiss her until the waves subside, then I will pull her close to me as listen to her breath in my ear, as we unite in the the passionate cover of darkness.

Number 2

2007-05-02T16:20:00.000-07:00

This one was during a rebellious stage. Funny thing is it was a silent way to rebel.
No one seen it unless I wanted them to. I think....

Most inquire about the pain.. It hurts less to bite your tongue, as most nerves live on the edges and not in the center.

Others have commented on how good it feels....
Funny thing to me is, I have never kissed someone else with a pierced tongue.
I have, used this to my advantage.. several times ;D

Giving

2007-05-02T10:50:00.000-07:00

"Fuck me" her voice a rushed whisper.

Once more I curl the ends of my fingers inside her. Her fingers gather the bedding tightly as she leans against the pillows, her body arched and her eyes focused on us.

"Oh... fuck me" she breathes.

As the heat of her orgasm spills over my fingers, I move closer to do as she asks.
Watching her bite her lower lip, I drive into the waves of her orgasm. To see her body tighten in the clutch of orgasm, feeds my desire to give her what she asks.

2007-04-27T12:02:00.000-07:00

Swollen, Throbbing with the pulse beat of my heart.
The surge of energy with each beat arrives like a wave.
It crashes through muscle and flesh and fades away.
As one recedes the other arrives, coursing its rhythmic throb.
Relentless in its rhythm, ever pulsing under the surface of my flesh.
It consumes moments of my thoughts, my focus only there.
The slightest touch intensifies the effect, throbbing becomes an ache.
My breath grows short in those moments; my eyes close against my will.

I guess I should learn to keep my finger away from closing doors.

Number One

2007-04-25T14:34:00.000-07:00

This was the first. notice its very untraditional location? Lets just chalk that up to rather copious amounts of beer, a bench grinder to make things sharp, and a contorted view in the mirror. (I think it was the smoke filled room?) It was an idea that about 9 of us had, and 5 of us carried out. For several years, it was never there, then one day on a whim, I put this one in. It was the First and Last time, I personally speared a part of my flesh with a sharp metal object. Well, deliberately anyway. But that is yet another story.

How many more are there? How many will you see?
So many questions, and so little time............

Slow

2007-04-17T13:06:00.001-07:00

The silk scarves wrap gently around her wrists and then knot snugly to the rails of the headboard. My fingers trace her exposed flesh. I am careful only to touch lightly, as if wanting to leave a small trace of air between her flesh and mine. Following with my eyes, I trace curve to crest, and crest to curve. She squirms when I trace the edge of her breasts, my fingers circle around her nipples, never over them. I watch the rise and fall of her abdomen, drawing a line from her chin to her belly button. There I circle and trace from side to side. The curve of her hips turns to my touch, and she moans as they slide to the top of her legs. I stretch my arm, tracing as far down her legs that my reach will allow. This brings my lips ever so close to her abdomen; my breath spills there warm and slow, spilling quietly over her.

I turn my hand at the end of my reach, and along the inside of her thigh, bring my fingers upwards. I can feel her muscles flex as her hips lift from the bed, seeking out my touch. Beside her, I lean close to her ear, and whisper "How slow do you think I can take those panties off?"

Her moan is that of excitement and torment in the same. The tip of my tongue traces the edge of her ear and I whisper again, "How slow?"

Kneeling between her legs, I watch my fingers trace the waistline of her panties. The index finger of each, touches her flesh at the center, and slips gently outwards towards her hips. When the mattress stops my movements, I move lower and trace the opening surrounding her legs. I am careful only to touch, never to move the fabric surrounding her flesh.

As I trace the low of her belly, from her navel to the edge of her panties, I notice the gooseflesh wash over her. Her breath is unsteady as the tip of my tongue traces and moves the fabric lower and lower, revealing her sacred flesh fractions of an inch at a time.

Time...

2007-04-11T14:16:00.000-07:00

I am increasingly worried that the light at the and of this tunnel I am in
could very well be that of the proverbial freight train. Buried in work, both
at work, and at home, I have had very little time lately.

A few drafts, and a few ideas, but the energy to complete anything right now escapes me.
and the Time Leeches feed their grumbling little tummies.....

I'm here, Hopefully not forgotten...

Ranting

2007-03-30T15:45:00.000-07:00

A rant for myself and someone I consider a friend.

I have kids. I have two of them to be exact. Why did I stop at two? Easy answer, I have a Son and I have a Daughter. Not surprisingly they are a very important part of my life. Part of my daily, and parental life. Do I choose to bring them here? A resounding no would be my answer. Why you might wonder; wouldn't I want my kids to be exposed to “other parts of me” Well, let’s talk about that.

I have exposed my children to many, many diverse and different things over their lives. Hell, I’m even proud to admit it. They can both listen to head banger music, and appreciate the angry sometimes angst filled nuances of it, but they can also tell you who Chopin, Beethoven, Mozart, and Pavarotti are. They can both tell you five different ways to start a fire if they are in a survival situation, and they can look you in the eyes and honestly say, they could make it for a week in the wilderness on their own. They read music, and one can speak a foreign language. Both played in concert and marching bands, one in a symphony. One has traveled to more places then I ever dreamed of seeing. Let’s see…If they give you their word, it means something to them and it sould also to you. They stand up for what they think is right, and they try to voice a legitimate reason for believing something is wrong. They will hold a door open for someone, and they will help anyone who seems to be in need. They appear to the rest of the world what we typically call WELL ROUNDED INDIVIDUALS.

So why not introduce them to the world of blogging? Or better yet the world of writing erotic adult oriented stories in the world of blogging? For the same reason I didn't teach them to disrespect people of other ideals, races, or creeds. The same reason I didn't GIVE them a religion. I let them find it on their own, in time as they became adults. The same reason I taught them that it is wrong to purposely hurt others.

Does blogging make me or anyone like me a Bad parent? I don’t think so. I think it makes me a “realistic” parent. Now, take someone with a needle in one arm, and a baby in the other? Them I would consider a bad parent, not a bad person, we all have our own trials, and sometimes we all fail. I am first to admit I have had my share of failures and pitfalls. Some one who locks their child inside a box so they can have some free time? Yup, in my opinion, BAD PARENT.

I have worked damned hard at being a parent, and I have worked damned hard a being what I would consider a good one. The thing is, what we choose to do in our PRIVATE adult lives should not condemn us to a stereo type. If I beat my kids, if I abuse their trust, If I put them in harms way, I am in my opinion a bad parent. Does the fact that I like to fuck like a Rabbit in the peak of mating season, and talk or write about it OUT LOUD, (not around my kids) make me a bad parent? You decide. But if in your mind it does, then next time you and your mate are in your bedroom, and your getting a little worked up sexually, you have one of to choices. Go get the kids, and let them in on the event, or leave the door closed, hell you might even lock it, and be an adult like the rest of us, protecting them from it. Then decide what in your heart, makes you a better parent than I or others.

Oh yeah one more thing.. My kids didn't need to hide in the closet with national geographic, and lingerie catalogs either. And a naked statue of a male or a female, that is anatomically correct, is not nasty and funny, it is art. BAD, BAD PARENT that I am, I did not hide sexuality from them. I helped them I hope, to somehow understand and accept it.

Now that I have had my RANT and your heart rings true with it, go offer your support over here, because in all actuality.. this RANT is a result and in support of a person and an Ideal..

Let Me

2007-03-29T11:30:00.000-07:00

Let me consider, your warm soft flesh
Let me dream, of its taste and its scent
Let me envision, the valleys and highs
Let me imagine, the things you would try

Let me enjoy, what your touch would be like
Let me loose myself, in the thought of you
Let me feel your arousal, from within my mind
Let me explore, the places you touch

Let me grow firm, at the thought of your presence
Let me groan, under the touch of your tongue
Let me release, your hidden lust
Let me touch, the places you must.

Let me wrap fingers, round firm velvety flesh
Let me imagine, your eyes looking up
Let me witness, these things in my mind
And I will show you, how my fingers keep time

Fervent

2007-03-27T12:20:00.000-07:00

The room is filled with dusk like light. Her breath, rapid and torrent, falls over the lips of her lover. Tongues slip slowly across the surface of slightly parted lips, wet meeting wet. The steely fingers of lustful ache, tightens its grip, low in the pit of her stomach. The tension it creates swells though her body. Filling her completely, it begins to pool in the wet heat of her cunt. Her body ripples in alternating tides of lust and pleasure. The sounds of ruffled clothing fill her ears as his fingers work against the waist of her jeans. His mouth nips and sucks at the flesh of her neck as he lowers his body next to hers. Sliding the length of her hips, his fingers push away the confining material of her jeans and her wet panties along with them. Cool air washes over her freshly exposed flesh, and as his teeth sinks into the nipple of her breast, a groan escapes her throat. Her body covered in gooseflesh, trembles as his lips fall lower over her abdomen, his hands forcing her jeans feverishly downward. As her leg lifts so he can remove them, her trembling hands instantly grip the back of his head, pulling the sudden heat of his exploring tongue deeper into her. The pleasures brought by the hungry and invading movements of his tongue, collect low in her back. As he pulls her into his mouth, his thumb presses slowly against the tight rosebud opening of her ass. It invades her slowly, as the muscles there twitch and strain against it. Her fingers tighten through his hair and her hips grind against his face, her clit pulsing with explosive energy. Her body no longer able to vessel the onslaught of his lust begins to tremble. Her lover knows her well, and as she rides feverishly into the edge of orgasm he curls his thumb and pulls the bud of her clit firmly into his mouth. The hardened silver ball of his tongue ring works against her. Through clenched teeth her groan is almost animalistic in tone. His tongue ring, like a weapon, presses over her one last time. With her back arched, and her face turned upwards, her cry of pleasure fills the room. Attacking her with relentless frenzy, she falls into orgasm. Hot wet liquid cascades from her. It covers her lover, and rolls down the inside of her thigh. He catches her weight in his arms and lays her gently onto the bed. Her shuddering body suddenly pressed against the bed by his weight. He finds her hands with is and as their fingers lace together, he drives his hardened shaft into her convulsing wet center. Her gasp is that of both pleasure and pain. Forcing her arms over hear head as he enters her, he brings her wrist within reach of the hidden shackles at each corner of the bed.

When I play "Tent"

2007-03-15T12:37:00.000-07:00

Sometimes I feel like a child. Hidden under the blankets we share, I am reminded of times when I played “tent” so long ago. But this, now that I am older, goes well beyond even that. This is what reminds me then;

I can feel the beat of my heart, and I notice the tremble of my hands. Much like the first time I hid secretly, under the cloak of a blanket, touching for the first time of female flesh.

These moments when my face is poised dangerously close to the wet folds of your desire. When the essence of your lust fills the air trapped around me. The scent permeates not only my lungs, but my flesh as well. The thrashing surges of blood gorging the hardness of my cock are the same ones that make my breath tremble in anticipation.

I write of it being the same, and yet in the same breath, it is different. It is compelling, this thought, that now, the anticipation I feel, can be made yours as well. Something that then I did not know how to give, but slowly, something I learned over time. As I watch the tip of my finger trace the wet glistening entrance to your soul, I give that anticipation back. Knowing as my breath unfurls in its slow tremulous outbursts, pouring over exposed flesh, desire builds not only inside me, but inside you as well. I tremble in the thought of touching you, and in that moment, when my flesh meets yours, it washes over me. Childlike much as if it is again my first experience of your flesh. I steal a taste of you, wet meeting wet, as my tongue slides where my fingertip once was.

Simply pulling the wet folds of your inner labia gently into my mouth, and rolling my tongue over them, causes my heart to race. It pounds in my ears as I explore with the tip of my tongue. Exploring your texture, noticing the heat that increases as I press it slowly inside, curling the tip as I withdraw and slowly slide it over the crux of your clit.

Yet it is the nature of a child to play, to see things in a different light. Flat and pressed tightly against you I slide my tongue from low to high, marveling at the tension in your legs and the jolt when I slide over your clit. I pause to watch as my fingertips once again slip to the entrance of you. Curiously watching, as even deeper yet they descend. Seeing the way your hips turn as they sink into you.

The pads of my fingertips explore inside, slipping and curling against the smooth inner walls. The slow rhythm of licking and kissing of your clit, falls in unison with the rise and fall of your breath, my fingers curling and withdrawing to once again push inward.

With fingers and tongue strumming the rhythm that you provide, the heat of desire melts away that childlike spirit. But it goes quietly so as I do not notice its departure. As if when the waves of pleasure take hold of you, the void is filled instantly with their crashing arrival.

Jumping on the bandwagon...

2007-03-14T07:10:00.000-07:00

Read my VisualDNA™ Get your own VisualDNA™

Amazingly enough it was pretty dammed close..

Dreams in Black and White

2007-03-09T13:01:00.000-07:00

The soft velvety texture of her flesh skims slowly under the tip of my tongue. I can feel her legs tighten slightly, tickled by the whisper light touch. The shift in her legs as I linger at the inside of her thigh makes me smile to myself. Lying on her back, her hips turn upwards seeking out the touch she desires. Her knees drawn tight to her torso, spread open to expose herself to me. Pungent and wet I catch her scent mixed with the soft remaining aroma of her bath oils. But I deny us both. I deny the urge from within to devour her. I deny her the pleasure of my exploring tongue.

I fan the burning embers in her core with the warmth of breath. Heat soaks into my lips from the closeness of her, but still, I wait. I will feed that passion that builds inside her. Slowly, with the caress of my breath and the touch of my flesh I will kindle her amber red heat of passion into the white hot searing lust I crave. My fingers slip through the small area of neatly groomed hair on her mounds. Finger tips brushing hints of touch over her clit. The breath of wanting words she feels on her wet folds, sink into her core.

I shift my place slightly showing her the firmness of my desire for her. Her eyes focus on my finger tips, as I slowly massage the swollen member that will quench her lustful thirst. Softly I draw the glistening smooth liquid of desire from its tip. Following with her eyes, she watches as I paint it wetly across my lips. With her hand cupped at the back of my neck she pulls me within reach. Her kiss is that of hunger, as she licks the surface of my lips before our tongues meet. On my knees before her as if to pray, my hands come to rest on her hips. With hunger in her eyes she watches as I slide the head of my engorgement through the folded edges of her offering. My eyes darkened with lust, drink of her flesh. As the juices of our lust combine, she watches, as I sink into her, as much as she pulls herself onto me. Our breath stops in unison as we are impaled and smothered in unison by the white hot cloud of lust.

Totally Different....

2007-03-08T08:20:00.000-07:00

Why men aren't Secretaries

Husbands note on refrigerator to wife:

Hi Hun,
Someone from the Gyna Colleges called,
they said the Pabst Beer is normal.
I didn't know you liked beer.
And when did you go back to school?

I cut my thumb on a can of whoop ass.

2007-03-07T08:04:00.000-07:00

I have a can of bullshit repellent that sits on a shelf by my desk. It is currently overpowered by the rather large can of whoop ass someone left for me at work. So while work kicks my ass here is one of my favorites lifted from the archives.

A Lover in my Mind

She comes to me in dreams.
Not always in my sleep.
Wisps of hair and silent foot fall.
The scent of flesh and sensuous air.
Bushing my flesh like a warm summer breeze.
Other times she arrives like the wind.
Rushing through me with vengeance.
She slides beside me under covers.
She can slip inside my thoughts.
She is ghost behind my eyes.
She dances on my mind with fire in her soul.
Passion is the warmth of her skin
The taste of her kiss is lust.
Her hands are deftly silent
Her movements can be of silk.
She is as soft as temptation
She can be hardhearted ache.
Her fingers close around me
When she takes me in my mind
Fanning fire with lust burning of passions rage.
She knows the loom of touch
I feel the glint, that ember glow in her eyes
When she has me on the edge
She smiles when I tremble, wanting nothing but release.
And when I sink inside her, surrounded by her heat
My body tense and muscles taut
She brings me to my end.
I’m seized with searing pleasure
Her orgasm tearing through my mind
Her fingers brush against my lips
To hush my torrent sighs
She wraps me in her supple bliss.
Then evaporates once again
She is a lover in my mind.

Recurrence

2007-03-02T13:13:00.000-07:00

She stood at the edge of the stream. The sunlight falling through the treetops dappled upon the earth, made this place shimmer with energy. A place she often came to think, or puzzle through thoughts that seemed to overwhelming at times. It settled her somehow, this magic little aperture in the trees at the streams edge. It always had. In the center of the stream was the monolith of this Eden’s garden she had found. The cool water pooled and eddied there, swirling gently as if to give rest to the leaves that rafted these waters before snatching them up and sending them down the next stretch of rapids. The large table like top of this monolith was always slathered in sunlight. It seemed as if it had its own sun, perpetually bathing it in golden warmth. This was her favorite place to sit. Even in the twilight moments of sunset, the rock drove away the cool night air by radiating the warmth of the day’s sun.

Even without the magic of this place the day was beautiful. The air clean and unsullied filled her lungs. As she made her way across the water tumbled stones to her destination, the table like surface she would sunbathe, he watched from a distance. Her knowledge of this place was uncanny. Speaking to her soul, this place told her of his presence. She could feel his eyes upon her. She knew of where he hid.

She sat at the stones center, its heat sinking into her flesh. Slowly under his gauzing watch she began to peel away her clothes. Bathed in the brilliant sun, she lay back into its warmth. Fingers of light and warmth spilled over her flesh, its energy tantalizing and invigorating. As her fingers crested the low of her navel, she thought of him watching. Glistening and wet in the sunlight, her fingers danced through the heat of her folds. Slowly, as she begins to feel the pleasure moving over her, in the back of her mind, she wonders, if this will be the day that he will come to her.

Simply

2007-02-28T15:16:00.000-07:00

In the dim lighting, I see the reflections of our surroundings in her eyes. My reflection is there as well. Candles and oil burners are normal here, in this room, as is the occasional stick of incense. The result is air filled with the soft sent of sandalwood and vanilla. It is again, our time, away from the household things that we chore our way though each night. The dogs, the kids, laundry, dinner that has been served and dishes that are done.

Most nights the water runs cold after the dishes and laundry. We were lucky tonight; the hot bathwater we soaked in was relaxing. It soothed the day’s edginess from both of us as we talked. Even though the conversation was about those daily rituals we mindlessly navigate, and the ones we will navigate tomorrow, it is relaxed and unhurried. It is our time.

I lay, propped on my elbow along side her. Our bodies stretched against each other, legs intermingled under the warmth of covers. Our conversation continues, interrupted from time to time by short stolen kisses. Random caresses and touching are also part of our conversation. Soon they become more stimulating and are accompanied by less time between. Our words dwindle giving way to deep breaths released in the form of sighs.

My fingers trace the line of her neck. Then I hold my hand against its warmth and I lean close to her. Our lips touch in a hesitant almost longing way. I can feel the warmth of passion fill me as graze the shape of her lips with mine. I am amazed sometimes that after the five short years we have been together, I still feel at times that I am experiencing my first kiss with her. I place my open hand in the small of her back and pull her body against mine. I can feel her breast press against my chest and somehow, the silken chemise feels like a barrier. Slowly while I work it over her head, the space between us lessens. Flesh touching flesh we hold ourselves against one another, savoring the warmth and the pleasure is brings.

As our fingers trace and explore each other with no particular destination, she slips further underneath my arms. My lips graze and taste her flesh. My breath warm in her ear, then my tongue tracing its interior. My hands slide the length of her waist, and my lips meet them at her erect and sensitive nipple. Her hand traces my back and cups at the back of my neck as she arches her back, my mouth pulling gently at her breast.

My kisses land randomly along her abdomen, and then turn back toward her breasts, my fingers tracing and caressing each sensitive inch of her sensuous flesh. Her legs lift and wrap around my waist. Urging my hips closer to hers. We both inhale, our breath mutually shaky as hardness and softness come together. Her fingers gain purchase on my back, her arms tighten around me in unison with her legs. As I slip an arm around her shoulder and pull her close, we merge. I sink into her slowly and lovingly, filling her with the hardness and heat she brings out in me. I feel her arms tighten further around me, her back arched and her hips turned as we move against each other. As our bodies echo each others, our pace grows slowly waiting for the crescendo of overwhelming delight to wash over us. When it does I can feel her arms tighten, her legs pull against my hips driving me deeper and holding me into her. The arch of her back, along with her gasping breath against my neck cause the push and pull of my lust to increase.

Her orgasm washes through her, tightening her body into a gasping tenuous state for only moments. I feel my self sinking into the warmth of her as deeply as I can, our bodies compress against each other. The swell and pulse of me fully inside her brings her yet another wave of orgasms. As I come, instinct buries me deep within her, filling her with the force of my life. I hold her tight against me during those moments, waiting for our breath to return. Soon we will return to a stretched out position, our bodies laying naked and pressed against each other as we fall simply and quietly into sleep.

Phantasm (Part II)

2007-02-26T14:25:00.000-07:00

The silence is thick in this room and my moan falls heavy and weighted into it. The fingers that I press against, slick with oil, curl and kneed the muscle in my legs. The tension rises in them rather than falling away as it is meant to. My hips press tightly against the sheet as I hope to conceal the arousal that now swells and pulses between my lower belly and the sheet I lay upon.

Her fingers work their way once again to the back of my legs, and the sheet rises slowly to my shoulders covering my exposed skin. I release a long slow breath as the sheet falls against me content that I have obscured the hardness of my desire.

I can feel her move around the table; her presence is nothing more than movement and breath. From the back of the table I feel her hands wrap gently over my ankles, and then they slide upwards over my calves. The sheet rolls gently away, and her hands stop to fold it high on my waist. Once again the rush of cool air falls between my legs in contrast to the warmth that I feel there.

Her thumbs press against the inside of my legs as her hands slide over them, her fingers grazing the rise of my ass and then tracing downward again. The next time I find them there they linger, inching the sheet slightly higher. I can feel the involuntary tensing of my perineum as her fingers move to my hips. I can hear a slight breath from her as she uses her fingers to push the sheet high enough the expose me. From where she stands I know it can only obvious that I am aroused.

I groan from low in the pit of my stomach as her thumbs press tightly against my perineum and slide, oily wet, onto my testicles. My hips roll upwards as she cradles them in her hand. The oil wet and smooth in the palm of her hand moves with her fingers as she coats my flesh. Her fingers curling and kneading each testicle makes my back tighten even more, rising my hips to her touch. Droplets of warm oil fall against me and roll agonizingly slow to her hand. I find her fingers pressing against my hips urging them higher off the bed, and as I press with my hands I bend at the knees drawing underneath me giving her access. With one palm placed against the low of my back the other wraps gently around the hardness I no longer care to conceal, I watch under the sheet as her fingers coat me in a shiny slick coat of oil. Her fingers trace its length and then gently squeeze and run back to the base, again pausing to gently squeeze. I watch her repeat this movement several times before I realize my hips are moving with her.

My breath becomes rapid and fast as I watch these fingers curl and stroke every inch of hardness. As if she could sense the burning sensation building in my hips her grip tightens and her movements increase in speed. My hips follow her pace, and my breath is replaced with gasps and grunts, like those of an animal. Slowly I can feel the energy store in the center of my hips. It collects and gathers there like a turbulent eddy. It swills and pools growing in intensity that is announced by my body and my breath alike. Her motions continue in a pace that can only bring the deep glow of rusty orange embers bursting into flames. I clench my jaw and gasp as the pool of energy releases itself in a burst. The spasms make my body curl even more. Her fingers swirl quickly around the tip of my engorged and now pulsing hardness. My warmth flows over her fingers and against her hand as she pumps against each throbbing pulse. Gasping for air I fall against the sheet, flat and face down I am spent. Only the pulsing energy of my orgasm remains, causing my body to tighten in a slow and lengthening rhythm. The sheet falls over me once again and as I try to recover her breath falls gently against my ear..

"Your massage will begin shortly, have a pleasant afternoon."

As I try to comprehend what was just whispered to me, I hear the door to the room click shut and the room is once again filled with the bubbling song of a nearby fountain.

Phantasm (Part I of II)

2007-02-22T14:35:00.000-07:00

The room is quiet. I can hear somewhere in close proximity, a water fountain bubbling its exotic song of relaxation. There is music playing almost inaudible in the background, fed through the speakers hidden somewhere in the ceiling. It carries though the air, breathy and soft; much like the wooden flute itself is being played. A piquant aroma blended into the air I breathe fills my thoughts with far of places.

Face down and naked apart from the thin sheet that separates my flesh from the cool air of this room, my eyes fall closed. My breath is slow and steady; my heart pulses into a slow and relaxed rhythm and I can feel it surge throughout my limbs.

A stealthy and gentle entrance into the room goes almost unnoticed. Then there is a sensation of warmth soaking thought the sheet into my back. Her hands rest there, quiet for a moment, and then as if time has started again they move. The sheet that covers me is pulled back, and the cool air rolls against my flesh. It is folded just below the small of my back. I can hear her movements as the warm oil spills into her hands and she begins rubbing them into my shoulders. The muscles there, like a slow yawn, release their tension. It is replaced by the invigoration of touch, the nerves tingle in this newfound environment.

Fingers and the palms of her hands work up and down my back. Sometimes only one hand rests still against me as the other brings a fresh supply of the warm oil. Her hands work diligently her fingers coming to pause just at the edge of the folded sheet. Without thought my body reacts to touch. The small of my back tenses slightly the results of which rise my hips ever so slightly from their rest. The line created by the folded sheet shifts slightly as her fingers press onward. Again instinct moves my actions; my next breath is long and deep. While I hold that fullness in my lungs, I realize that the pulsing beat of my heart takes a new residence. The rush of each beat throbs low in my hips and pulses against the sheet.

As the contrast of cool air and warm fingertips meet flesh, I feel the fold in the sheet edge lower and lower. The flesh of my scrotum recoils slightly to the cool air invading the space between my slightly parted legs. As her fingers trace gently over the rise of my ass and into the back of my legs, the insides of my thighs tighten. Desperately I try to hold the groan under my breath.

When her fingers turn inward, moving to the inside of my tensed thighs, it escapes. Deep from within my breath, I groan and press back against her touch…………

Conversations

2007-02-20T13:58:00.000-07:00

"Ultimately the bond of all companionship, whether in marriage or in friendship, is conversation." -- Oscar Wilde

She laughs. "It’s different when we are in that situation."

"Really different." My response, I’m chuckling as well. "It seems so strange when you just hear it."

It’s Dirty talk. That time and space when we transform from a couple making love, to a couple in love, who are engaging in the rawest sexual form of our relationship. Dirty talk, when we are fucking. We sound like a cheesy porn movie. Or at least we think we do.

"There are times though; you might say something that really gets to me. She continues. Like the other night when you told me what you were going to do." Even in our conversations about sex, we don’t state the literal, like we do during sex. The phrase she spoke of went something like; I should put my cock in this delicious ass of yours.

Close but if you ask me to put quotes around it, I would tell you I could not, because in those moments, Dirty talk, what we say when we are fucking, are truly hazed in memory. It however is something that happens to us, and even then our conversations will turn to it at times long after the heat of the moment.

I guess Oscar is right, conversation, even if it is dirty talk, when we fuck, or the conversation after, is truly a bond that strengthens us.

Veil

2007-02-16T18:04:00.000-07:00

It is thin at times, this veil I seek
Soft and sinuous, like that of flesh
It will hollow under fingers touch,

A veil so thin, it gives to touch of lips
So this, my breath, its surface does quaver
Rise and fall her breath uneven

Yet I can not see its other side
Too touch and breath, it will not yield
So thin this veil, I can not see, but feel

With questing fingers, I wrinkle its surface
I press, and gently, I breathe against it
It starts to slip and fall away

Breath and touch my lips combine
My fingers shadow in wetness
I can not pull nor shall I push

To move this veil in haste and want
Will turn this journey futile
This veil I find between lady and lust.

The Time Leech

2007-02-12T10:19:00.000-07:00

It’s back again. That occasion when life sinks it viscous fingers into my space and saps me of the opportunity and energy that I want to use for different things. Like tendrils of some alien life form, they sink deep into my life and the imaginary sucking sound they make almost becomes truly audible. I hear it. I hear it when I sit at the desk going over notes and ideas scribbled in the back of mind and some that are actually written in to a brief synopsis of thought. I hear it when the five minutes I do have, brings nothing but the desire to sit idle and numb if only for a few moments.

Although I understand that these things are accurately the truthful account of my life, I sometimes find myself despising them. They leech me of the creative down time I need, and often desire. Sometimes it seems uncanny that while I sleep, the downtime I loose oozes its way into the cracks an fissures of my subconscious. I wake from dreams that involve masquerade, the woman in the story (ah, she does have name!) asking why I leave her life hanging like some bouquet, dry and brittle, forgotten in the closet of my mind.

I haven’t forgotten her, and she has left me with many accounts that I need to tell. I explain that it is difficult at times to tell this story, when I am sapped from the days work, and the daily inconveniences of life. They happen, I understand and accept that. It doesn’t mean however I have to like it. What I dislike even more it the fact that when I do manage to sit at a keyboard, Those alien like tendrils begin that audible sucking sound again. I am left with a dust blown, wasted and dry feeling. One in which I wander aimlessly, seeking out that oasis of creativity.

There is much more that belongs here on Graphite Thoughts also. Moments when I can feel the light shift, the shadows of light and dark stretching across our bare and heat soaked bodies. When the raindrops on the sidewalk suddenly become like the spots in a gigantic dot-to-dot puzzle book. Images of passion and lust secretly waiting to be magically revealed.

While I wait for those alien tendrils to withdraw, and the coolness of that flowing oasis to manifest itself again, I watch the date of my last post, here and over at Ryder’s Mind grow old with the dust of neglect. I see them becoming much like the steps of the porch that lead me into the beginnings of Masquerade, Dry and gray, weathered from time. Soon I am hopeful, the time will come when those tendrils withdraw and the oasis is found. I know it will happen, it's just a matter of time.

Caught

2007-02-05T17:19:00.000-07:00

"What are you doing?" he asked. His view from behind her allowed him to see the open window on her monitor just before she closed it.

"Nothing." She replied, trying her best to sound as normal as possible. The creamy wetness between her legs obvious she hoped, only to her.

"You were watching a video weren’t you," His voice somewhat demanding of an answer. "You were watching someone fuck"

"No," her voice was shaking slightly. "I really… I really wasn’t"

"Listen to me." He said. "Stand up, I know what you were doing and you are not going to deny it."

Hesitant and struck somewhat off guard at his demeanor, she slides the chair away from the desk and begins to stand, his hand pulling the chair away as soon as her weight is off of it. The edge of the desk resting close to her thighs, denies her the ability to remain standing when his hand presses into the center of her back. "I’m having trouble," she began, only to be interrupted by his words again.

"You’ll think trouble." His fingers reaching around to the button of her jeans as he spoke. In an instant, her jeans were at her ankles. His hand pressing her torso downward, press her breasts against the cool surface of the desk. As she tries to lift herself away from the desk his hand increases the downward pressure in the center of her back. "You, need a lesson.." The thoughts of her staying late at work frustrated him. The times he would walk past her office, and she was there, working. He thought of the times he wanted to stop and say something. The times he went back to his office and imagined what he would like to do with her given half a chance. The antagonism in him transformed into the lust he felt at those times he was alone in his office.

The tension in her body rose with each moment passed. She also had watched him. The office down the hall from hers, so easy to get to but there was always a fear of rejection. That, she mused to herself was obviously unwarranted. He was here, and he lusted after her as well. The wetness between her thighs increased with the thought. She was afraid and delighted at the same time. And yes, the video she was watching had her hot as hell but this was not what she had bargained for. Some how that fear propelled her though; it propelled her into the heat of this moment with him.

His hand arched through the air and landed square on her ass. His fingers dug into her flesh before the sting could even set in. She could feel the gushing increase of wetness between her legs. She attempted once again to lift herself away from the desk. Her attempt to face him in his fit of lust failed. "Stay there" his hand pressed once again downward, her nipples hard against the desk surface. As his fingers curled into the line of her thong and snatched it downward, she inhaled. Her fingers wrapped tight on the edge of the desk as he sank two fingers into the wet burning need of her slick folds. When his fingers pressed into her g-spot, his thumb raked roughly across the swollen nub of her clit. She gritted her teeth and gasped in the sudden sharpness pleasure.

His hand on her back disappeared and she could hear the slip of leather as his belt pulled free from the loops on his jeans. Her hips rocked into the pressure of his fingers as he sank them even deeper inside her. She was wet, and she was on fire. The buckle if the leather belt clacked against the top of the desk as he reached for her arm. His thumb circling her clit as her hips rocked in agonizing lust.

"A lesson," she barked through a clenched jaw. "Yes, I think I might."

Waiting

2007-02-02T12:15:00.000-07:00

Every inch of my skin has been oiled, rubbed and massaged. I lay stated in mind as her fingers slide and roll over the muscles in my back and legs. My breath, steady and calm gives rise and fall to my chest. Breathing in as her hands roll over my back, I try to increase the pressure yet at the same time I fall even further from tensions grip.

Time has slipped from this room I am in, the warm air and soft light calm me. I am tranquil in this place, as the palm of her hand slides over the oiled slickness of my inner thigh. In a languishingly slow and light touch her hands continue upwards, fingers brushing against my perineum. My lower back tenses slightly, lifting my hips to her hand. Pressing back against my movements, her thumb sets in motion a slow ache that builds into the base of my cock. The sensation of her hand inside my knee urges me to bend giving her better access to the area she now gives her attention.

I lift slightly as she traces downward, one open palm resting on my back. What she does with the other makes my hips willingly lift even further away from the bed.
Her fingers curl around the base of my growing cock. Wet and slick with oil, her fingers slide its length and force a groan of desire from my throat. Her movements are slow and deliberate. Curled gently around me she pulls her hand over the swollen head and downward once again to the base. The warmth of more oil spills along my perineum and into the palm of her hand. Leisurely in her pace, she spreads it across the taught sensitive underside of my now fully erect cock.

The warmth of her fingers once again curl around me. I roll to her touch, my leg over her shoulder and her idle hand resting on my abdomen. She looks to my eyes and without words I know to lay back and close my eyes. The soft palm of her hand slides the length of me. My breath is deep, feeding the increasing pulse of my heart. An increasing pulse that is contrastingly different than the pace of her hand. Each time her hand moves the urgency in my desire builds. As my hips work against the strokes of her hand she presses her body against me, stilling my movements. It is her cadence that I must follow.

“Relax, and breathe deeply” her voice a whisper that only slightly overrides the pounding rhythm in my ears. Desire fills my mind and the pulse of my heart feeds the tautness of my over stretched member. She wraps her fingers snugly and her pace of push and pull holds me trembling at the edge of orgasm. Her intent to keep me there grows evident in the back of my mind.

The burn in my thighs spreads into my lower back. It carries itself through me and grows in strength with each movement of her hand. I wait for the crest of this edge she holds me on yet it will not come. Not without the will of her cadence. I gasp a single word "please".

She uses her fingers to continue the push and pull. Never changing the cadence she uses to hold me prisoner to her will. Her fingers tighten over the head of throbbing member, causing my back to spasm uncontrollably. My hips buck and move against her hand and she adjust her cadence to match. I search my mind for images to help me reach that point, where the burning and tightened muscles of my body expend their energy in bursts. I can not find it.

I try to hide the level of arousal I am at but my body defies me. Each movement, each breath, betrays my attempt. She waits when I am close, and continues moments later. Watching with almost cunning eyes, she waits for me to break. She waits for the darkness in my eyes. The dark haze of an animal trapped. She waits for the urge that lives inside me to rise and take over. That urge that rises for one thing and one thing only. Release.

I never said why..

2007-02-01T12:43:00.000-07:00

Re-doing my one year post really made me start reflecting on some old thoughts, even to the point of going back and reading the old journal again. Sometimes, I think of her, the woman that I said helped me to heal. I think about her, and I wonder sometimes. I wonder if she understands. If she understands what it meant to me. When it ended, which was my decision, I never really gave her a reason. An explanation of WHY. Through tears she wanted one, but at that time I couldn't find words to provide one. I couldn't do it any more. Lousy reason, lousy, feeling it was all I had to offer.

It was more than I had ever wanted in a relationship. (I can hear the cries of you fool right now.) But after a time it was hurting me inside more than it was fulfilling me. The times I had spent longing to touch her. The nights that went empty in my room after the cell phones died. I don't think it was our choice to fall like we did. It was something that just happened. It changed our lives. It changed mine I am learning, forever.

I remember that helpless feeling of being so full, and yet at the same time so empty it was crushing. I fought that. I fought it with every ounce of energy I had at times. the last time I saw her, something in me broke. I couldn't find what it was I had been trying to save anymore. It was the distance. It was the fact that maybe if we were lucky in the time of 6 months to a year, we might see each other again. It hurt, knowing that time and distance was there. A hurt I could also hear in her voice. Her voice, hurt. I heard that hurt in her voice grow strong at times. I turned that hurt inward, directing it at myself, hoping somehow I could absorb hers. Hoping somehow, that if I bore the distance and time on my own, she wouldn't feel it. I failed, miserably. I failed to share. In doing so, I lost the battle against myself. I wasn't strong enough to share and I wasn't strong enough to do it on my own. I was cowardly enough turn from the hurt, blaming hers on myself. I didn't want her to hurt, I didn't want to be the reason. I also wanted more, I wanted to hold her hand, I wanted to kiss her in the morning, and in the evening. I wanted to walk with her in the rain, in the snow. I wanted to watch the sunset and I wanted to see the sunrise in her eyes. I needed more, and I wasn't strong enough to wait.

So at times like this, that I reflect back and wonder. Maybe, what I should have said was just that. That I wasn't strong enough. That I just wasn't strong enough to wait. I couldn't uncover myself from the blankets of loneliness that stacked one atop the other, growing strong enough in weight to stop my breath. I wasn't strong enough.

Yes, I have healed, moved on, so they say. But inside I still wish I could have offered a better explanation. She deserved it.

DUHHHH?

2007-02-01T09:15:00.000-07:00

While I was Planning to publish a post today , I have decided to make better use of my time..
I'm off to read about something called,

WORDPRESS

Sorry, I am unable to complete the process of putting up with this SHIT any longer. Error Code: BL-ogger-Sux. Please tell us what YOU were doing at the time of this error.
Uhhmmm LET. ME. THINK..........

drinking coffee? (yes)
Having mind blowing sex? (I Wish)
Plotting an evil corporate take over? (Doubtful)
Making excellent use of my time at my computer? (Well, I was trying..)

I was trying to read a blog DUMB ASSES!

Stay tuned, more error codes are regularly scheduled through out your Day!

Reflections of Flying time.

2007-01-30T08:03:00.000-07:00

Monday, January 30, 2006

So it begins

One year ago today..

So ultimately I ride this spinning sphere we call home screaming along time and the universe, living the best that I know how. Sometimes I succeed, other times I fail.

I still ride, I still fail, and sometimes when it all comes together I somehow succeed.

Here you will find bits and pieces of rants, raves, confessions, dreams, and fantasies.

Why did I start this blog? Good question, maybe I can provide an answer that satisfies both of us, as I really haven’t provided a concrete answer for myself.

I still don't have that Concrete answer, but the ideas remain pretty much the same.

Maybe its basic need, I have kept a journal before, privately, while going through some rough spots in my life. It’ helped, but I think it’s sad to think that if someday someone was to sit and read the narrative of my life, written by myself, all they would read is what was fucked up and never hear the things that weren’t.

I have read back through some of that private journal, Its shocking to see the changes. It is also refreshing to know they occurred.

There are lots of things good in my life, not all the pages of things in this life I live should be recorded as negative.

I wrote quite a bit about my failed marriage, yeah it failed, but it wasn’t all bad. Knowing still, that it was going to fail, wouldn’t stop me from doing the same things again.

I lost who I was during that time, and found who I was at the same time. I learned I was a romantic, hopeless romantic to be exact. But I quickly realized that that wasn’t a bad thing. I met a woman that inspired me, healed me, and sent me on a journey that ultimately let me know it’s ok for me to be truly happy. Although that relationship is now a thing of the past, it shaped my future in ways I didn’t think possible. I am truly grateful for all that it brought to my life..

So why write?

Somehow it’s always been something that interested me. Reflection for myself, which I have now for some reason decided to share out here, with others that care to read…

So read on, or find another, but read. I feel it keeps us close to the fact that there are others out there, like us.. just like us. Or perhaps we may learn something more of ourselves through others.

I have learned, I have shared, and in doing so I smile at the friends I like to think I have made over the past year. I learn more everyday in this vast community we call blogging. I read words that make me laugh, words that make me angry and words that can make me hurt. I've experienced more than I had imagined, and still, I look forward to more. I look forward to not being finished. I look forward to finding more words, the ones not yet written onto the future pages of the narrative of my life.

I lift my glass to another year, new friends, and new words..

I Like it .. I like it Alot!

2007-01-26T10:13:00.000-07:00

New look, from there to here. still some work to be done, like getting my links back, which is also a good time to update them.

Matters of the Mind.

2007-01-25T12:59:00.000-07:00

There is a new place for my words to rest. Stories that draw me to their ending with a eerie pull at my imagination. Some begin with a single post, Some reside in a small spiral bound pad waiting for me to bring the ideas scribed there to life. There are others as well, littering the landscape of my hard drive in caverns of folders long unexplored. I will say it is my journey of sorts, for even I do not know what the future of it brings for this new place. Unclear as it is, one thing remains, the pull I feel there now is very strong and it grows.

A story that was born here, matures in its life elsewhere... It matures and grows in Ryders Mind

A Knowing Glance (final)

2007-01-22T18:57:00.000-07:00

Parts one through Three are below...

Surrounded in the heat of her mouth my thoughts begin to swim. My legs tremble to hold me upright against the closed door. Instinctively my fingers begin to curl in to her hair. My hips begin jutting forward and pulling away slowly as she tightens her lips around me. My breath is heated and rushed; confusion is no longer part of my thoughts as I lustfully enjoy the sensation of this woman’s mouth.

As her mouth tights, so does my body. She uses this playfully bringing me dangerously close and then backing away. I pull on her arm to make her stand and we kiss deeply. Our mouths open once again to explore the taste of each other. Our fingers work feverishly at the confining clothes we wear. As her skirt falls to the floor I push the back against the bed. Lust rushes through me as I devour the wet heat that she opens to me. The high heal she wears urge my indulgence in her onward as she pulls them along my back. My fingers explore inside her as my tongue slips hungrily over her swollen clit. Her back arched and her breath heated I feel the rise of her orgasm. It rushes into her with a sudden and overwhelming swiftness. The juice of her passion wets my hand and the edge of the bed.

Possessed, I climb between her open legs. My swollen cock rests against her opening a single moment. Our breath, in torrents of lust mixes between us. Slowly I press into her. My back arched to fully gain access to her. Our pace slow and steady at first begins to quicken. Her fingers dig into the sides of my hips as she begins to control the pace. The room is filled with the rhythm of our flesh meeting over and over. My hands move along the outside of her legs and pull her hips o the edge of the bed. We fuck feverishly. It is lust that consumes us. Her hands pull herder and faster with each thrust. My hips respond in concert with her wishes. Soon we are both consumed with our own desires. Our pace is frantic. Her body begins to break the edge of orgasm and I drive deeper and harder with each thrust. I want nothing more at this moment than to fell her wetness clench around my swollen cock. Her hands now clench my hips and pull me into her. I feel the tightness begin, and crescendo. Waves roll their way through her as I pull her hips against me.

As her orgasm washes in wave after wave, I lose myself. The burning rises in my lower back and my hips convulse involuntarily as I come. Our gasping breath fills the room.

We lay suspended there for what seemed only like moments before she began to move around and get dressed. The door of the room clicking once again softly shut behind her.

When I return to the room I am greeted by the sight of my wife and the woman I had lusted after standing together in conversation. My eyes meet hers first, them my wife. Once again I witness a knowing glance but this time I have reason to return it.

A Knowing Glance (III)

2007-01-19T12:34:00.000-07:00

This was actually already written "after the door clicked shut" I stopped the post there because it was an ending I liked. Just leaving the rest up to you. If you liked it that way.. read no further. But I digress, there were two more posts written and meant to follow. Based upon the reaction, and after reading it again, combined with the fact I have started nothing else.. I decided to continue.
Part one
Part two

A heart beat is the only sound I hear, it is mine, and mixed with the rhythm of my breath it fills my ears. The woman I have watched in lust all evening stands in front of me. My wife has knowingly left me here with her. The unexpected turn of events this evening sends my thoughts reeling. Again I find myself struggling for something to say. "She fucks as good as she tastes" echoes in my mind.

As she begins a slow and steady movement in my direction I find myself completely at a loss for anything to say. My mouth is dry and even swallowing at this point seems to take a certain amount of effort. As she draws closer to me I begin to smell the softness of her perfume, then the smell of the clothes she wears. The scent of her flesh begins to mix into the air. She stops just in front of me and smile lightens her face. As I attempt to draw my lips into a smile, I notice a mysterious darkness in her eyes. It speaks silently without words and sends shivers through the low of my back.

The heat of her breath radiates onto my lips as she moves her mouth teasingly close to mine. My mind is riddled with thoughts that swim together in a kaleidoscope of emotional color. The tip of her tongue traces the edge of my bottom lip moving kaleidoscope of emotion changes in color to yellow then red. Heat builds in the core of my body and washes through me. My cock bucks against the restraint of cloth as her hips press into me. Her words are a whisper. A breath felt on the surface of my lips.

“Want more?” She antagonizes me with her lustful words.

I press my lips against hers, mouth open, and our tongues explore the taste of our kiss. I need speak no words, she has my answer. Her open hand presses against my chest causing me to step back. My body pressed against the door. Her other hand diligently works to free my swollen cock. Her fingers wrap around it causing it to tense just as quickly as my breath draws in. Her teeth pull at my bottom lip as she breaks our kiss. I can only moan with the thoughts that race through my mind.

Her body lowers against mine as she kneels slowly. Her fingers wrap around the swollen overheated base of my cock as her eyes trace back to my gaze. My legs tremble uncontrollably underneath me as I brace by back against the door.

"My turn to taste" she whispers to herself, although just loud enough for me to hear.

My eyes watch, my heart races, as the tip of her tongue extends gently under the head of my cock. The moist warmth of her mouth surrounds me as my head tilts back against the door. I groan under my breath as her lips slide the length of my shaft, her tongue curling against its slick smooth underside. I hold myself desperately against the door as I hear her voice once more.

"Mmmm..." Her voice resonates through my flesh.

My heart vigorously pulsing blood through my body sends a pulse beat I can feel against the heat of her mouth….

The ending, I will post Monday.

Spilled.

2007-01-18T08:48:00.000-07:00

So far, this week has had me busting ass to get no where fast.
My creative juices spilled everywhere except where I like to apply them the most, HERE.
Hopefully, after a weekend I plan on being relaxing, I can redirect my creative energies to more fun and interesting things.

A Knowing Glance

2007-01-12T10:31:00.000-07:00

(Part one is the post below.)

I push gently on the door and open it slowly. The light in the room spills over my hand, then my arm. My eyes scan the room as it is revealed to me inch by inch. I don’t know what I am expecting to find if anything, but my heart is beating with the pace of excitement.

As I scan the room, I spot first my wife, then her. She is against the wall, her body pressed there by my wife’s. Their lips pressed together in a very passionate kiss. Somewhat stunned by my findings I stand still, trying to remember to breathe.

As I watch them embraced in their kiss, my wife’s hands slide seductively down the side of this woman. The hem of her skirt curls into my wife’s seeking fingers. Her hand slips underneath and slide along the inside of her lover’s thigh, revealing more and more of her creamy flesh.

Her breath catches when my wife’s fingers reach their destination. I can not see past the material of the skirt, but I know my wife’s fingers are pressing into her. Moving along the wetness, and seeking entrance. Her lover, backed against the wall, moans gently under her breath. Her knee bending slightly as she offers access to her growing desire.

I stand, half hidden and half exposed behind the open door, my body suspended in unexpected arousal. I am transfixed by what I am witnessing, unable and unwilling to close the door, or open it any further. The rapid increase in my heart rate, and the unsteadiness of my breath, steal my somewhat concealed state. As I shift my body in a feeble attempt to hide, my wife’s eyes turn to meet mine. She turns back to her lover, whispers something in her ear, and then kisses her gently. Her hand returns the skirt to its original length as she turns once again towards me.

Concealment no longer an option I step through the door. My wife meets me there, standing close to me. While my mind searches desperately for something to say, her fingers, slide along my lips as if to hush me. The scent of her lover invades me, and the taste of her covers my lips. I can not move, as my wife smiles at me, curls her hand at the nape of my neck, and her tongue softly explores my lips. Her kiss is wet, and tasting. She shares with me the taste of passion. Her eyes once again meet mine. As she steps around me into the doorway, her voice is soft, knowing and sure. Pulling the door closed behind her she speaks but one sentence..

"She fucks as good as she tastes."

A knowing smile is shared between them as the door clicks shut.

Part III

A Knowing Glance..

2007-01-11T13:56:00.000-07:00

The room is filled with friends and family. Conversations run a gamut of subjects from daily news, to old remembered moments shared between friends. She is talking to one group and me to another. I can not help but notice her, and my attention seems to wane from the conversation. I listen half heartedly, concentrating my focus in her direction.

As she moves from guest to guest I keep her in my line of sight. I am fixated by her sensual shape and her erotic deep blue eyes. My mind wanders over her flesh, of which I subconsciously imagine the taste of. I imagine her exposed, naked in my presence alone. Imagination getting of me what it could, I felt the presence of my growing want. My cock swelling more with each moment I mentally have my way with this woman.

As I move carefully about the room, seeking a place I can comfortable adjust my now obvious state, her eyes meet mine. Heat flushes through out my body, embarrassed by the fact that she has caught me watching her. More embarrassed by the lustful thoughts I hope she has no idea I am having. I turn my eyes downward, then back to hers and smile.
The smile I receive in return brings with it a clash of paranoia and hope. It is seductively given as if somehow she secretly knows the thoughts dwelling inside my lustful mind.

Her telling smile cuts into me with the keenness of any well honed edge. My heart races into my throat as she turns to my wife. A wife to which I have openly admitted, that I find this friend of hers extremely attractive.

My mind reels through their conversation. I imagine the words that are said, and the ones that are not. Desperately I try to find the appearance of normalcy as my wife turns her gaze to mine. Gooseflesh crawls its way over my flesh as I look into her gaze. I smile and shape my lips into a kiss, something we do often when separated by distance. She smiles, and moves her lips in the same fashion. Then here eyes change. Her smile changes, and as I watch the two of them talk, they quietly move to the hallway and disappear.

Feeling somewhat un nerved I am suddenly engaged in another conversation among friends close by. My thoughts slowly let go of the two women I had just been watching. My subconscious mind however, lifts my eyes to that hallway, time after time.

Soon I wander in that direction, looking deeper in to hall trying to determine their whereabouts. Soon I am able to make an exit and move deeper into the hallway, wondering what I was so nervous about anyway. So I admitted that I found her attractive, much in the same manner she had mentioned the attractiveness of some men.

In the calmer air of the hallway I hear them behind a closed door. The sounds alternate between muffled voices and laughter. Slowly I step closer, my hand carefully touching the door handle. Without a second thought I begin to turn it.

Part Two.

Silence.

2007-01-10T13:53:00.000-07:00

There is nothing to post today. What was going to be here can wait.

Based upon the current news, I think there is nothing more that I could do than honor a fellow blogger with a few moments of silence.

Time to think, Time to mourn, Time to reflect.

To those of you that knew her, I hope one memory can bring a smile in this difficult time.

Ryder...

Cool Silver.

2007-01-03T10:54:00.000-07:00

"Let’s see how you look in silver." Her smile seems almost devious to a point.

"In silver?" I ask. Curious as to what she might be up too.

I am instructed to roll to my stomach, and obligingly do so. Trust is something that comes easily between the two of us. I fold my arms under my head and close my eyes. My cock is already hard from foreplay and as it presses into the sheets, small jolts of electricity crackle up my back.

Her hands are warm, as they slide over my shoulders. She begins moving them over my middle back. I take a breath and let it out slowly, tension leaving my upper torso with each exhale. I hear a familiar snap and realize she has our bottle of massage oil in her grasp. The drops settle in the center of my back, and as she begins smoothing them into my flesh I wonder what this has to do with silver. Her hands pressing the slick oil over and into my back make my thoughts fade as quickly as they had come.

Her hands travel the length of my back, and continue lower, softly brushing over the cheeks of my ass. My mind drops further into relaxed bliss, enjoying the attention she is now giving me.

Slowly and with a single finger, she traces the line running down the center of my back. She continues drawing that line until the pad of her oily fingertip slips over my anus. My hips turn involuntarily at the new sensation. Gently her fingertip circles, dipping occasionally to apply pressure on my perineum. This new attention brings a different tension into my body, and I sigh as it moves through me.

Without removing her touch, I feel movement that tells me she’s reaching for something.
Through hazed thoughts of pleasure I see a small glint of silver in her hand. Then I feel it, the cool sensation of something high on my back. Its firm cool pressure slips along my spine, slow enough to bring goose flesh over my sides and back.

"What’s …" my thoughts disappear as its cool firmness reaches its destination and presses against my anus. The pressure increases slowly, the cool firmness gently rolls around, and as I exhale, it presses slowly inside me. I realize my knees are drawn under me, as the penetration suddenly changes. The sensation of coolness fades, and her hands move slowly to the insides of my legs. The plug gently reminds me it is there with each involuntary twitch of any muscle.

My arousal now riding on overdrive almost makes me come as her fingers wrap gently around my shaft. Slow and agonizing pleasure overcomes me as her lubed fingers start slipping over my now bucking cock. Capable only of moaning my approval, she continues. My hips rock in time with her strokes, and as my breath becomes broken and hurried, her fingers move away. I concentrate on my breath, slowing it and my desire to come back to a dull roar. The inside of my thighs burn, my perineum twitches involuntarily, causing the plug to send jolts of pleasure into my lower back in an almost perpetual cycle. Every ounce of my concentration fights to contain the explosive tension building in my body. The urge to come subsiding slightly, she rolls me onto my back. Her eyes meet mine momentarily, and then as she turns her back to me, her legs straddle my hips.

My heart pounds inside my ears as I watch her fingers gently encircle me. Slowly her hips lower, her fingers moving the tip of my cock against her anus. She moves it slowly back and forth teasing me for moments, just before she relaxes her legs. I watch as disappear inside her, her fingers now tug gently at the plug, and she moves slowly up and down along my shaft. Each rise and fall of her hips, press the plug against the mattress. I grit my teeth, and breathe heavily in a desperate attempt to maintain this feeling as long as I can. As she slips a finger over her swollen clit, and her hips move in a rhythmic rise and fall with mine, I feel her orgasm begin.

The spasms that move through her tighten around my engorged cock. I gasp as the tension is no longer something I can contain. With each movement, the plug sends jolts through me. My perineum begins to spasm as I come and with each spasm, my anus tightens around the plug. It is as violent as it is erotic, as each sensation feeds the next. My mouth open, and holding my breath I wait for the moment I can gasp for another breath. Her body leans back against mine, and I hold her warm against me. My body shudders in aftershocks from time to time as we lay silent in trust and warmth.

When I am somewhat calm again, she gently retrieves the silver item, and shows me this.

I think I am going to develop a new attraction to silver, and I can't wait for her turn to experience this cool silver.

Foolish

2006-12-28T13:07:00.000-07:00

Honestly..
I was foolish enough to believe that things would slow down a little after Christmas.
Still here, still LOTS of things to write.
still though, life gives me more of what must be done, than what I want to do.
So once again it's off to the races. I really hope to have something that seems like a worth while post soon.

A simple Wish

2006-12-21T14:08:00.000-07:00

I have seen a theme started by and idea from Os. Three wishes, One for each blogger of your choice. Well, even though my participation in HNT has currently added up to the total of Zip, Nadda + Nill, it made me think.

.. Its been almost a year of Graphite Thoughts.. and when I first started this blog I had no idea what would come of it. Now, although it is a small one, I have some sort of idea. One thing I do know, is the things I have gained or learned from it.

The most prevalent is Friends.
Some faceless, maybe, but friends just the same. Most of whom I will never have the honor of standing face to face with.. For all of you, and if your new here, welcome, and please feel included.....

Sometimes in the hurried and fast paced world we live in, I will hear some one say "Take time to stop and smell the roses", or "to enjoy the simple things in life." Alas, I also am guilty at times of forgetting these things. Aren't all of us? The amazing thing is, we always seem to be able to remind others, but forget to remind ourselves. I would like to think this is an invisible network of checks and balances that is built into our human spirit. That if I should forget, someone will remind me, and if someone else should forget, that I might remind them. So With that in mind,

Firstly,
I am Wishing you all, that one moment, when everything seems to come together, and you realize, you are surrounded by loved ones. No matter how distant they may be, they're are still loved ones and they are thinking of you also. That single moment of peace that sweeps through you , makes you're heart swell with pride, and your eyes tear. May that moment find each one of you, no matter what you call the holiday you are celebrating.

Secondly,
I wish each one of you my first wish twice over.

Thirdly,
I am wishing you all, no matter what you call this holiday and it's season, All the best that it can possibly bring.

I know, that at some point in time, while I celebrate with my family of loved ones, there will be a moment that I also reflect upon you. The friends I have made, here at this tiny speck called Graphite Thoughts.

Merry Christmas, and Happy New Year. See you on the 26th.
Ryder...

Reflections

2006-12-19T11:02:00.000-07:00

So, it is with crossed fingers that I begin the rest of the holiday season. After some down time last night, I started reflecting on what this Christmas means to me personally.

There will be some missed friends and family, and I’m sure there will be a moment or two that will become overwhelming. (Five services in one month does that to a person) Over all though, I am really starting to look forward to the days ahead.

Christmas Eve is a big deal for our family. It has been ever since I can remember.

I can remember the family gathering, and the spread my grandfather used to lay out before us. Days, he would spend preparing Italian cuisine that stretched as far as the tables would allow. And when I was little those tables were very, very large. I learned very early that eating nothing on that day, until dinner, had its definite benefits. Arriving hungry always made granddad happy.

Although he is no longer with us, the tradition is. It is my mother now, who spends her time shifting to and fro around bubbling pots of red sauce and other yummy delights.

Some day, I hope the responsibility becomes mine. Along with the fact I have an almost adverse passion for cooking; it would be an honor to be the guardian of that family tradition. Not to mention it would be my house filled with those wonderful aromas for those few days before Christmas.

I realize that it’s those aromas, and the gatherings that make the pain from loss go away. It pulls our family drawstring a little tighter. Maybe that’s why I am always in the kitchen. It’s the gathering place for my family, no matter whose house it is, and in mine, there’s always something yummy in the workings. Heck I’m known to make a big pot of chicken soup, just to fill the house with that warm cozy feeling it brings. Besides, its always better on the second day anyway.

If it comes to pass that I indeed get to spearhead family gathering in the future, I hope I can live up to the legacy set before me. But then I can’t help but wonder how anything could go wrong with me under the watchful eye of my granddad.

So, if the aroma of some of the best kept secrets in Italian cooking appeals to you, C’mon over, sit for a spell, and enjoy the flavor of love. Something my granddad taught me to cook with at a very early age.

il gusto di amore!

Lacking

2006-12-18T13:19:00.000-07:00

Posts here have been slow lately and for that I am sorry.

Today I attend my fifth funeral in this month. It has been hard to get into the spirit of anything as of late. I really hope this is the last one for a very long time.

Translucid

2006-12-13T10:57:00.000-07:00

Light and shape blend into shadows
They feather from light to dark
Neither beginning nor end each hath.

Breath begets the rise and fall
The shape of shadows changing
Blending mount and plunge

Root of one too core of other
Separate they can not be
Shadow, light forever bound

Solid and supple they fuse
Devour one, of the other
Host arranged of each

Hard and soft surrounding
Fused in moments time
Shaft of light and valley shadow

Heated breath and touch of flesh
Rigid and acquiescent merge
Summits and shadows united

The feel of it all

2006-12-12T11:50:00.000-07:00

So I have had an epiphany. Well, an idea anyway. While masquerade originally started as a fun little post or two, it has turned "so eloquently put" organic.

Although I will continue to write it to it's end, I feel it no longer goes with the "feel" of this blog.
I will take some time, build a new home for it and when I have that little goal accomplished it will show up on my side bar as a link. It also will be in more complete form so that you need not read back to remember what was happening.

So the last posting (on this blog anyway) of Masquerade is below, more will follow in time I assure you. (if you have been following along and care to follow further)

But this blog, and its "feel" will remain as it was before the unexpected and organic growth of Masquerade.

So enough of my rambling, and on with our regularly scheduled programing.

Quench

2006-12-11T15:54:00.000-07:00

Liquid, warm, and moist, the affirmation of her passion covers my fingers.

I look into her eyes while I draw the taste of her across my lips.

Her breath draws deeper as I slide my tongue low, along my lip.

Contrasts

2006-12-07T12:55:00.000-07:00

I watch the gooseflesh pool across her skin, following the path of my tenderly caressing fingertips. The room is quiet and I hear her breath in rhythm with the rise and fall of her chest. Each curve of her body, every valley and rise, holds a treasure for me to explore.

I drink in the vision of her with my eyes. My touch marvels at her softness, and the warmth of her body. I listen to her breath as it changes with my touch. The soft scent in the air is hers, a remnant of the warm bath I had drawn for her earlier in the evening.
My hand open and warm moves along the inside of her thigh. When her hips rise to my vanishing touch I smile.

We affect each other now; affinity between us mingles with the warm air that surrounds us. Her rise to my touch brings my touch to her rise. I explore her slowly, cautiously searching and marveling in every response I find. The tundra of her sexual landscape is ever changing, providing my senses with renewed wonderment each time I explore her.

My breath floats over her flesh, and in anticipation of the salty sweet taste of her flesh my mouth begins to water. My lips curl against my tongue, wetting them only moments before I rest them against the side of her neck. Her shoulder drops as my lips part and my tongue wets each trailing kiss. At the moment those kisses fall high on the back of her neck; I hear a steady rush of breath giving rise to her chest. My hand moving the length of her side comes to rest cupped gently over her breast. Her nipple turns firm and erect pressing against the palm of my hand. I tease it with my fingers, coaxing a breathy moan to escape her parted lips. The arch of her back increases as the warmth of my mouth pulls her firm nipple into it, sensitive to my lightly circling tongue.

Her fingers comb into the back of my hair and in motions contrasting with the arch in her back, as she presses desire against passion. They mix in a motion of push and pull that echoes between us. It is the rise and fall of her breath; it is the falling line of my kisses and the rising bend of her knees. It is the push of her hips and the pull of her desire. It is the pull of my fingers and the push of my desire. It is desire pushing into passion, and passion pulling into desire. It is the push of hunger and it is the pull of honey.

Honor

2006-12-01T13:34:00.000-07:00

The air was cold, stinging cold. The thick layer of clouds above us contained a fissure that the sun blazed through. It covered a blanket of Red, White, and Blue draped over the last resting place of family, of friend. Brilliant its warmth covered that flag. Cadets of the Air Force Academy stood diligently at his side. Their faces were somber, almost surreal in their stone like gazes.

Each fold in the flag was carefully creased, sharp and cutting. A field of blue covered in stars of white, held before us to view. The volley was of 21. They echoed in the silence of the daytime sun, rolling into the hills and fading into silent glory like the man they were meant to honor. A man that had served, not in this time, but another, a time we remember as World War Two.

I couldn’t hold myself any longer, when those distant hills consumed the volley of 21 in silence. A silence that was now broken by the call of Taps, 24 notes that bring forth the culmination of every emotion I feel. 24 notes, just those 24, which finally allow the tears to fall from my eyes.

He served long ago, before the time of my being. But I couldn’t help being reminded of those like him. Those like him, who are serving now. Those, who still remain in harms way, answering their call to duty. I reflect on those that I have known, along with those that I have not, and the ultimate price they have paid.

Farewell thee, Join with those who have served with you, before you, and greet the ones that shall serve after you. And may you be welcomed into the loving arms of your wife, and the loving family that awaits you.

I will never forget.

Friendship, Strength, Compassion, Honor.

Smooth

2006-11-30T12:50:00.000-07:00

My eyes follow the razor carefully. It glides over my skin effortlessly, moving through the slick base of shaving cream. Her fingers guide and control it with loving care that she, as well as I, have learned to trust over time. The room is warm, and the silence of the evening is broken only by the sounds of us breathing, and the occasional swish of the razor in the bowl of water on the nightstand.

Her attention is focused intently on her task. Eyes never leaving the area where she works the razor. The light in the room is from a single bedside lamp. It is light enough to see, but void of any harshness.

I watch her in this soft light. The concentration on her face, in her eyes. I watch as she studies her work, and plots her next move. The reflection in her eyes is of me, and I like that. I see myself in her eyes, wishing, I could see myself through them.

Her tongue slips gently over her lower lip, and I laugh. Her cause for concern is sudden;

"Whats so funny?" she asks. Putting the razor in the bowl for the final time.

"you," I reply "You're licking your lips"

The wet washcloth is warm against my flesh. She smiles as her fingers wrap the cloth around my now growing member. The heat soaks into me, both soothing and arousing at the same time.

"Well," she says, placing the cloth on the nightstand beside us. "I suppose it's because I've been thinking..." her voice trails into a whisper as the tip of her tongue touches the base of my shaft.

Insistent

2006-11-27T14:11:00.000-07:00

Legs open to me, ankles restrained at her own will, I feed on her lust.
Her fingers tighten around her ankles as my tongue pushes into her.
Her wet folds hug eagerly against my tongue as I slide it upwards against her clit.
Slowly I slide a finger into her ass; her groans deep and throaty fill my ears.
Her back arched, and her head back, I fuck her with tongue and fingers until she explodes.
My fingers replace hers as restraints holding her legs open, my cock parts her.
Her fingers tighten against the edge of the table as if she is pulling her body against mine.
When she is close, I tell her to come, my cock rhythmically pistons in and out of her.
When she does, I bury myself into her, pressing back against the constricting waves of her orgasm.
I open her legs as I grip her ankles, her wet juices flow along the inside of my thighs.
"Yesss.." I gasp, my thighs burning as I spill myself into her. Insistent, the sound of our breath fills the room around us.

Compelled

2006-11-22T13:18:00.000-07:00

I looked, there are two little words I personally am thankful were missing on the end of the third post of Masquerade. The End...

Somehow this one isn't over; it has once again spilled itself upon the page of pixels I stare at from time to time. It breathes its own life now, inside me. It is something I need to finish.

If it's something you felt comfortable leaving at the last post, and want nothing to do with continuation, you are going to be, I'm sorry to say, disappointed to some extent, because I will let this continue until it runs dry in my thoughts, and finished in my mind. My journey is to find out what that means. So now you know, there is more, sorry if I just ruined what you thought was a good ending.

But now, I pose the question, to the few of you who read, and the lurkers are included..Are you content where it was left? Or is the curious side of you wanting to know.. Where are the two little missing words going to appear? I know I am more than curious, I am compelled.

I wait for your thoughts.........

Window Across the Way (III)

2006-11-21T12:39:00.000-07:00

Part One
Part Two

Sam's fingers moved teasingly under Chloe's thong. She was wet, making it easy for Sam's fingers to slip inside her wet folds. As her fingers began to move she felt Chloe's soft moans quiver against her swollen clit. The sounds of her pleasure combined with the delicate exploration of Chloe's tongue built inside her slowly. Her legs quivered as she wavered towards the point where the sensation took over and her body simply exploded.
She let it build inside, slowly; the quivering sensation that started low in her hips then climbed her back, warm energy that balanced her on the edge of floating consciousness.

Chloe could feel this energy; thick like syrup it filled the room. Sam's body quivered at the edge of orgasm. She held her open mouth against Sam's clit and pulled it into her mouth. Sucking gently as her fingers sank into wetness.

Sean could see Sam's tension reach the breaking point. The strain in her legs, the tightness in her back, He knew her orgasm was strong, he had experienced them before. Watching it was however was newly erotic to him. His breath was shortened as his fingers began to move more diligently.

Sam, legs shaking could no longer support herself. Her body fell against the softness of Chloe's. Sam pressed her lips against Chloe's tasting the fullness of her lust as they kissed. Her lips began to wander the naked creamy flesh before her. Her lips bushing the rise and fall of each breath that Chloe took. Her hands turned Chloe and as she hovered her mouth above the offering of her lover, her eyes looked to the window. Chloe's hips lifted upwardly. Sam watched the dark window knowing Sean was watching. She lowered her gaze, and her tongue brushed softly against Chloe's swollen clit.

Sean watched as his girlfriend devoured the woman she was with. He imagined the wetness of her lips, the heat of her tongue as she slid it gently over and inside the parted legs of Chloe. He watched as Sam used her fingers to bring Chloe over the edge. He watched as Chloe came at the hands of his girl. As his own orgasm washed into him, Sam looked again into the window, smiling to her silent partner in the window across the way.

End….

The Window across the Way (Part II)

2006-11-15T11:46:00.000-07:00

Part One

Sam's fingers inched their way further underneath the contrasting line of flesh and fabric. Her tongue slipping in circles with Chloe's as they continued their kiss. A kiss that was broke only by Chloe's gasp of breath, when she felt Sam slide her middle finger through, and into, the slick wet folds between her legs. Her chest rose fully against the heat of Sam's body and her fingers tightened around the blankets surrounding her. Sam took advantage of the arch in Chloe's back and moved her lips to the small firm nipples arched so deliciously under her. Her teeth raked lightly over them and with a roll of her tongue, they became tight and erect.

Sean watched as his girlfriend's finger slid from under its hiding place and traced Chloe's nipple with its wetness, only to be licked away by a feverish tongue. He watched as she again dipped her finger into the slick wetness of her lover only to spread it across her own nipples and shift slightly so that it too could be licked away. He sat in the window, his heart pulse echoing in his ears. He sat and he watched, his cock pulsing in his jeans with perfect unison to the thrumming in his ears.

Chloe's apprehension was over come by desire and that desire was running on instinct. He watched as Chloe's tongue gently touched Sam's moistened nipple. The taste of her lust on another woman sank into the low of Chloe's back with a new found heat. Her lips parted as she pulled it delicately into her mouth. What she wanted now, was the taste of another woman on her lips. Her fingers ached with restraint as she slid them along her lovers' sides. Instinctively she let them converge just under the button of her lover's belly, and then slid them into the top edge of her thong. They slid back and forth, held between the warmth of skin and cool satin material, exposing the mound of short trimmed hair they covered. Chloe's mouth began to water. She slid her body underneath Sam's, inching her way with kisses and licks tasting of salty sweet flesh.

Sean's breath became stilled as he watched her. Chloe cupped her fingers behind one knee and guided Sam into a kneeling position above her. She traced the inside of Sam's thigh with parted lips and the tip of her tongue. Her heart racing as she moved closer, becoming even further lost in this new experience.

She could feel the heat against the softness of her cheek as she kissed the crease of her lover's thigh. Her lips turned to cover the moist open flesh she hungered for. Sam looked down as Chloe's tongue parted her swollen lips. Her hands reach to the head board for support as her hips quivered against the slowness of her partners tongue.

Leaning forward and resting her hand under her thigh Sam opened herself to pleasure. Unconsciously even further opening the view from the window. Her eyes closed almost unwillingly to the pleasure of Chloe's exploring tongue.

Sean watched with heated eyes. The exposed flesh of the lovers in the window was feeding the bulge in his jeans with a fervor. His hand slid idly over the bulge in his jeans, thumb and finger working against the button at his waist line. He shifted in his chair as the tips of his fingers circled the base of his engorged shaft. They slid slowly over its length as he watched Sam reach behind her and brush against the swollen clit under Chloe's thong.

to be Continued.....Part Three

The Window across the Way

2006-11-14T09:33:00.000-07:00

Sam slid cat like over the soft curves of her prey. Her head poised low and cunning, so that her long hair would trace over the rise and fall of her partner's satin smooth breast.

Chloe's breath caught slightly as Sam's lips pressed wetly against the hollow pulse of her neck. Unknowingly she turned her neck slightly outward, offering it to the warmth of those seeking lips. Never had she thought this would be her, wet from the desire if a woman, she loved it. No, she relished it.

Poised over her, Sam's dark and mysterious eyes scanned the length of her torso. She couldn't breath steadily, it was rasping and feverish. Her hunger was exposed by breath alone.

This mixture of satin and silk, this creamy smoothness of female flesh twisted in heat and passion drove Sean crazy. Sam knew it, she knew it very well. The open curtains and the glow from his apartment told her all she needed to know. He was watching.

Her bed was turned in the room, so the window looked onto the foot of the bed. His room looked into hers, and often she provided his entertainment for the evening. This she smirked, would be a show he would not soon forget.

Her fingers slid over the delectable curves, downward with her gaze. Then as she flattened her palm against Chloe's lower stomach, her fingers slid under the darkened material of her thong. When her breath released, it filled the silence with a simple soft moan of pleasure.

Sean groaned at the same moment and leaned closer to the window. The bulge in his jeans grew tighter as he shifted his weight in the chair. His fingers absently ran inside the length of his thigh. His thoughts transfixed on the view in the window opposite the small courtyard of the complex.

Chloe was wet; her nerves heightened every touch, every breath. Sam was a gorgeous and cunning woman. Pressing the right buttons, and playing a game with her until the desire was stronger than her apprehensions. She had given into her, giving into her first time with another woman. Sam's touch was exquisite, sending chills and heat, threadlike though her flesh. Her nervous eyes met with Sam's as she hovered over her. Her lips pressed against Sam's as their tongues explored the taste of each other.

Sean watched the passion grow in the soft golden light of the window. The candle light filling the room and gently dancing over the flesh of his girlfriend and her new found lover.

To be Continued .......Part Two

Testing

2006-11-10T15:26:00.000-07:00

My breath wavers between lust and desire. My will to be close without touch is fractured. The embodiment of my prize, her taste, lingers upon my lips. I can feel the heat of her against their surface. My finger tips skim the curves of her belly. The tension in her sides lifts the low of her back away from the bed. The catch of her breath and the short pause before it rushes outward seem to consume time, it is silent, and yet my heart pounds in my ears along with the rush of my breath. My finger tips scan the goose flesh she wears like brail. I focus my touch to their surface, as if I can distinguish each individual goose bump.

I loose another thread of my will as my palms slide along the silky delicacy of her sides. They tuck gently into the arch of her back. This simple act brings me poised, to the edge of my lust. Her gentle curve arches over my hands, hips resting along my forearms. The vision of her, the desire I carry, and the faint moan in her escaping breath collide against me. Slowly I part her with the tip of my tongue. Her legs draw upwards and her heels press against my back.. My mouth waters as I pull her slowly into my mouth.

I have stalked over her flesh, hunted the landscape of her desires like a predator. I feed my desire, by quenching hers. Her hips move in unison with my exploring tongue. I take my fill of her, eager and hungry I devour her. Her fingers guide me to her open legs; her trembling hands grip my hair. I devour her as she surrenders to me. Her body quivers as she is transported from this world to the next. Orgasms ripple through her. They ripple like rings emulating from the broken surface of water. Each ripple follows the previous, growing in strength as they reach outwards through her body.

My lips remain close to her flesh as I glide myself over her. Her legs wrap tightly around my hips, and her hand cups the back of neck. As I sink into her, the will I test becomes that of fractured glass. Her fingers drag the length of my back, her nails grip my hips as she pulls me into her. The fractured barrier of my will shatters around us as I drive into her.

P. oh S.

2006-11-09T07:11:00.000-07:00

"Oh so you're a blogger?"

"Nope, I'm a Problemer"

"A Problemer? What the hells that?"

"Well you see, It like this.."

Blogger Problem

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i removed the error code out of respect for those searching it.

All I can really think of to say at this time is ;

AAAAARRRRRGGGGGGGGGHHHHHH

If I was this "Problematic" I wouldn't have; A job, Kids, A wife, A life. Come ON!, already, can we get this shit together?

Testing

2006-11-06T15:52:00.000-07:00

I challenge myself to move as close to her as I can possibly get, without touching.
The warmth of her reflects back against the surface of my lips. It amazes me at times how my desire for her can unsteady my breath, as it reverberates back to me in a shaky sonic pattern.

My senses vibrate on the edge of touch. My breath, heated, falls onto her, then spills between the paper thin distance between her flesh and mine. I wonder how long this self inflicted torment can last before my desire will grow to great. When it becomes so strong I can no longer will myself only to touch her with my breath. I enjoy it here, this veil of heated desire between us, and the effect it has, on me, on her.

My lips parted, an open mouth, so close, so incredibly close. Her scent courses though me. It fills me with desire, with want. Her breath unsteady like mine draws sharply inward as the tip of my tongue touches. Lightly, I move it, slowly tracing her heated flesh. My will is fractured but not broken. Lightly I trace, imagining a barrier thinner than the eye can see. I could press my tongue into her, engulf her with the heat of my mouth, the inferno of my passion, but I wait. I slip along the surface of her, my open mouth taunting. My fingers brush low on her belly while my arms wrap her waist.
My tongue journeys this divide of lusty wetness, climbing and traversing from side to side.

My fingers move to each side of her and press. I hold her open to me, to my touch.
My breath shudders again as I flatten my tongue and I draw it against her. My lips press against her, my tongue no longer flat, parts her.

To devour her would be so quick, to give in to animalistic lust. My breath brushes her again, her heart pulses a deep breath through her. Like a predator, feeding on the hunt itself I wait, I will devour her, slowly, giving in to each fracture of my will, testing its limits, testing hers.

Dream

2006-11-03T10:09:00.000-07:00

Her sighs tell him many things as his breath caresses her flesh. A brush of his lips against the small of her back and she pulls at her restrains. He senses the muscles in her thighs tighten. Impassioned breath cascades along her thigh, pooling gently between her legs. Tension permeates through her into the restrains that resist her movements. His tongue flicks against the inside of her leg. A breath deep and slow is released as he blows warmly against her wetness. Her back arches lifting her hips as far as she can. She struggles through whimpers of aching desire until he stops. Slowly he moves between her legs, careful not to brush against her. He leans over her; with his breath in her ear he brushes the rigid stiffness of his cock gently across her ass. Her hips press back against firmness with desire and want.

"Not yet" he breathes into her ear. Slowly he pulls his hips away. Her body sinks into the bed for a moment of rest. Her mind searches the darkness for the next touch to her flesh.

Dots of warmth scatter across her back as warm scented oil drops from the bottle. They collect in spots and lazily slide down the curves of her back. A few find their way along the inside of her buttocks tickling their way to the inside her legs. A fingertip catches one and draws it back up. He continues tracing her flesh, joining the spots of warmth that have rained and pooled on her back. A finger becomes two, then three then a palm smoothly warming the oil into her skin. Across her shoulders and down the center of her back he traces. A stifled moan escapes her lips revealing how aroused she has become.
His fingers slide though her moisture, exploring her folds until he has found her clitoris. Slowly he circles it with a finger tip.

"Don't stop." Her breath is heated.

His fingers slip slowly inside her, thumb pressed against her clit. His fingers curl inside her again and again. Her hips undulate in rise and fall against his touch until he hears her gasp inward. His fingers rock against the spasms of her orgasm, moving with each wave of pleasure as it latches and releases its grip on her body. Her lips are drawn tight. Her body locked in a grip of silent pleasure. Ropes tighten their bite as she comes, wetness covering his fingers. His pace slows as her body relaxes, and his kisses caress the small of her back as her mind comes back from the rushing tide.

Holmes

2006-11-02T09:51:00.000-07:00

Blogger Problem

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NO SHIT SHERLOCK!
??????

Flattered

2006-10-25T07:50:00.000-07:00

Damn, Was I surprised to find Limits was listed by Chelsea Girl on Fleshbot.
I didn't know I had it in me. LOL
I am honestly flattered, to say the least.

Well look at that....

2006-10-23T14:22:00.000-07:00

Damn, Every single person in my blogroll made a new post today.
even the ones I know are no longer there. How they do that, I wonder?

well, BlogRolling, all I can say is buh-hull-shit!

Limits.

2006-10-19T11:05:00.000-07:00

My cock bucks each time the tip of her tongue flicks over the rim of its swollen head.

Her eyes, something in them validated by the grin she now wears, look up at me.

My breath is ragged, and my back tired. My hips still lift involuntarily from the bed, begging wordlessly in body English that I can no longer hide.

Her hair tickles the inside of my legs as she spills the heat of her breath over me. It pours fervently across my flesh. Simmering undertones of goose flesh crawl to its surface. Mixing in an icy hot concoction that paints my flesh like the swath of a brush.

I hadn't noticed the thin straps of nylon belting slipping under the mattress until it was far to late. She had used my lust against me, enthralling me blindly into her desire. My arms and legs now confined to a frozen mid air rendition of a jumping jack. The straps stretch me across the mattress like a medieval rack.

What is stretching however, is my mind. Her finger nails etch their way down my sides. My teeth clench as she slides them inside my thighs. Fingernails bite at my flesh, causing it to draw tight against the warm pooling eddy of her breath.

The closeness of her lips tease my rock hard cock. Her breath thrumming the taught skin. Her words intertwine my conflicting realities. She begs longingly to taste, to feel the firmness of my cock on her tongue. While I want nothing more, than to give just that very thing, The bindings that she uses to stretch me from ankle to wrist, deny me that ability.

She begs for what I can not provide, and I struggle against restraint to do so. She denies me, and yet begs me in the same moment, with the same words. I am stretched. She asks of me again, wondering how I could deny her, how could I deprive her of what she wants of me? I am stretched. What she wants, I can not give, What I give she will not take. My muscles stretch against the straps. My mind stretches against the clash of realities. In my mind I can hear that dungeon like device echo across the stone hall in a "CLACK" that further tightens its grip on my reality.

Her lips brush against the side of my cock. The agonizing distance between us is a breath. I can not move, and she, will not. The glint of light in the pre come now trickling down my shaft, matches the spark of her eye.

My mind races faster than time allows, everything slows in comparison. I can hear the rhythm of my heart, the beats warrior like against the drums of my ear. ka-thump, I hear my breath rush inwards.. ka-thump, I hold it on my lungs..

Her hands slide firmly against my chest, pressing me backward into the bed. her knees straddling my hips slide open, and she begins lowering herself onto me. my hips flexing to meet her, drive her away, and I groan. I must now remain perfectly still or she will stop I am told. Her lips part wetly over the head of my cock, as her knees part slowly, sinking herself onto me.

The burning rises slowly in my hips. As slow as she moves her wet opening along my cock. The burn is slow, as are her movements. It builds and builds, time races by me in slow motion, each stroke of her hips increases the burn like a pump. It rises each time she moves. My arms and legs strain against the nylon straps, the tension they provide now has some eerie form of relief about it.

Her lips part with the tip of her tongue, and her head arches back. The rage in my body fights to lift my hips violently into her. but I can not, she will stop. the fire in my hips now burns white hot. I need to move, to drive into her, to find release, oh god such sweet, sweet relief. I watch her wet lips swallow the length of my cock, she devours my flesh entirely. The burn becomes all that I can bare, it rips across my body like a broken rope, its lethal end whistling through the air. My cock throbs again and again inside of her. The pumping, involuntary thrust of my orgasm triggers hers. Her hips grind against me as I fill her, and I watch her lips, wet from the lick of her tongue turn slowly open as her body tightens against itself. I gasp for air, as her limp body falls against mine, resting.

Languid

2006-10-17T09:42:00.000-07:00

The window runs in silvery beads of curtain formed by the rain outside. the softness of the overcast sky lends an almost surreal softness to the lighting in the room. Noise, subdued by the gentle falling rain, calms the day into a lazy haze. The comfort and warmth inside surrounds us both. As we find ourselves mixed in flesh and warmth under a large comforter.

Hands slip teasingly along the warm softness of flesh. Savoring the elegant curves and stunning soft shadows cast from the hazy dream like world that wraps around us.

I have no strength that holds me from the desire to touch you. Your flesh, salty sweet, and soft to the touch of my exploring tongue enthralls me. Lazily I slide my body the length of yours, tasting and kissing each delicate spot of flesh that slips past my lips. Your fingers comb the back of my hair pausing sometimes to brush against the back of my neck.

Your breath, as my tongue slips along the delicate folds of your wetness sings to my ears. The taste of you present on my lips always arouses me. As your legs open to the soft and gentle caress of my tongue, I savor you. Exposed to me, in trust I take you into me. Each time my tongue moves, it is for both of us. The shivers is sends through you are also mine. The soft voiced moans in this hazy calm echo though us.

I savor your openness, seduced by the intoxicating layers that are you. Passion is not hurried right now, as it has slowed itself into a gentle lull with the day. I am lost in the sounds of your pleasure. Silent breath and exploring touch build tension in your body. As I continue to explore you, my fingers slip gently inside. One, then two. My lips press languidly over you, wanting, tasting, exploring.

As your body begins the journey of release, my fingers curl inside. My tongue and lips pulling your clit gently into my mouth. I can feel your back arch as my fingers become moist like the soft rain outside. Wetness covers my fingers, liquid silver beads stride along my fingers as you catch your breath. The window nearby blurred in soft light and shadow reflect how you feel.

My body next to yours, holds you in warmth as you come back to this place. Our eyes meet, speaking silent words among us. As slowly as we had began, my body parallels itself again with yours. Our hands meet and fingers lace, bringing your hands above your head. The length of your legs encompass me and gently your heels press into my lower back. You surround me in heat, in wetness and I moan. We rock our hips to languid time. Savoring the gentle pace of a rainy day.

Autumn's warmth..

2006-10-12T09:39:00.000-07:00

The amber warm light washed over them as they lay naked under the brilliant display of stars in the sky. The warmth of the nearby fire lapped warmly at her exposed flesh, followed by the warmth of his hands, as he explored the curves of her body with caressing fingertips.

Her body rested on top of his, back arched against his chest. His hands wandered her breasts and along the sloping curves of her sides. His breath pooling warmly, close to her ear.

Her eyes closed and she let his hands wander her. Her hips gently rocked against the hardness of his swollen cock. Fingers caressed her, tracing the swell of her abdomen, then lower into the mound of neatly trimmed hair above her wet opening. Her hand traced the length of his arm, fingers finding his. Fingers laced together, his hand moved lower. Her fingers rested against his, feeling them move into her, becoming wet with her. Her body ached from his touch, it ached with desire, it ached with want.

His fingers, wet, played with hers, then guided her middle finger along with his, inside. Their fingers traced her clit, hands moving in unison. Always there was the sensation of him behind her, hardness, the arms that wrapped around her, the breath against the back of her neck. and their fingers, wet and exploring. She sank into him, her body melting with his.

Her knees drew upwards, giving into the ache, giving into the fingers that explored her. It was ache that drove her hands lower, fingers cupping the warmth of him. Her hips lifted slightly allowing her access to the swollen shaft pressing against her. Fingers traced its length then moved it between her legs.

Her hips rocked slowly, as she held his cock against her. She rocked against its length, fingers pulling the tip against her as it bumped her clit. His hands cupped her breasts, his hips moving with hers as she pressed against the length of his swollen cock. Her wet fingers, the hardness of his cock and the warmth of the fire washing her skin, pulled her deeper and deeper. Her breath quickened each time she slid the length of his shaft. She wanted to feel him inside her but resisted, letting the sensations build to the point of breaking.

She could wait no longer. the desire to great to deny, took over.
His hips tilted slightly, her fingers pressed against his cock. Her breath caught as he entered her. Her fingers sliding against the sides of his cock as it pressed its way inside. Its tip pressing inwards and upwards filling her.

She moved against him, her fingers never leaving the point of contact where he entered. She could feel his hardness, she could feel her body clinging to him as her hips rocked against him. The ache in the low of her back built with each movement. It grew in warmth and spread through her. She lifted herself, sitting upright, grinding her hips against him. The swollen shaft of his cock sank into her. Her hips moved back and forth, grinding it inside.

Her face turned upwards as her back arched. Her body tightened around her, waves of her orgasm took her breath. They moved through her forcefully and subsided slowly.
Wetness covered her fingers, spilling over them and onto him. His hands had found their way to her hips, holding her there. She felt the swelling of his cock just before he came. The spasms of his cock rippled inside of her. Her hips pressing against him, driving him deep inside. She leaned back against him, his arms wrapping her tightly.

They lay naked in the starlit sky, washed with the warmth of Autumns fire.

WTF?

2006-10-11T14:23:00.000-07:00

It seems as though my daily reads have vanished.
Blogrolling must be snuggeling up to blogger now.
Think I might jump back to the good ol links format.
what burns my ass is that it seems to be working elsewhere...??

so again.. WTF?

Autumn's Warmth

2006-10-10T08:32:00.000-07:00

The cool night air was washed away by the heat of his breath. His words tenderly spoken, floated across her ear with a warmth that only she could understand. Her eyes were slowly scanning the darkened sky above. The horizon was contrasted with a line of the not so distant trees and breeze blown leaves. The silhouettes of them, larger than life against those trees, seemed to dance as the flames from the fire behind them brought shadows to life. His arms, warmly wrapped around her, tightened slightly. She smiled to herself, realizing again that the brush of his warm breath sent shivers across her flesh. She leaned into him, his warmth, and his touch.

He held her firmly in his arms. With her back to him he breathed in the subtle trace of her soft perfume. The scent of her perfume, her shampoo, the soap she bathed in, all combined into an intoxicating aroma that floated on the coolness of the evening air. He watched the same stars, wondering how they might look through her eyes. Nuzzling his face in the nape of her neck he whispered.

“Pick one”

Her eyes darted from star to star, the brightest, the softest, and ones that seem to pulsate faster than others against the liquid black ink of the sky. She drew her breath deep, picked one that caught her eye, and gazed at it.

“Got one.” She softly spoke through her smile.

He turned his face upwards from the nape of her neck, eyes slowly scanning the sky. He shifted his eyes from point to point. Meeting the angle of her gaze he watched the sky and once again tightened his arms around her. He could feel her heartbeat against him, and the swell of her chest when she inhaled. His right arm extended in front of them, index finger pointing into the pool of stars. As his finger traced from one to the next he listened to her breath, he felt her heart beating against him. He fixed his arm in one location and her breath caught. He felt the slight change in the pulse of her heart and he stopped.

“Is it that one?” He asked, his left arm pulling her closer.

She smiled, snuggling her body deeper into his. It wasn’t the exact star but one next to it. She took a deep breath, and let the night take her.

“Yeah,” she sighed. “Now take me to the blanket by the fire and make love to me.”

His arms never left her as he turned them toward the fire. His steps easing them closer to the blanket.

They had spent the day side by side spellbound by the vivid warm indian summer sun as it washed over the trees bathed in the colors of fall. There was no thought of it's ending. No thought of where they might be as the sun slipped slowly behind the horizon.

He stretched out beside her on the blankets near the fire. His head propped up on a bent arm.

She watched the light of the fire warm his face. It reminded her of the same golden color that warmed them in the afternoon. Her open hand cupped near the back of his neck as he leaned to kiss her. Their lips, close enough to feel the breath of each mix, finally touched. It was their first kiss of the day, and the seductive tension between them culminated in it. Her heart raced, adrenaline flooded her body. every nerve and muscle was alive. The kiss ended as slowly as it had began. It was like an invisible tie between them, thier breath mixing and hanging thickly between thier lips.

His fingers traced the line of her jaw. The pad of his index finger rested on the spot under the pout of her lower lip. Gently he held her there, tracing her lips with the tip of his tongue as he kissed her. When he moved away she saw the reflection of fire in his eyes. The fire's reflection that burned beside them, and one that rose from somewhere else. It was deep in his eyes, flames that were not a reflection but flames from a source of thier own. She felt herself become instantly wet.

To be continued...

Graphite Thoughts.......

2006-10-06T10:10:00.000-07:00

So this is it, Number one hundred.
I started thinking, when I realized that I was approaching this number, that it should be something fantastic, a piece of art that I would be proud to say I penned.

Guess what. each post here is something I am proud of, some are better than others, some are personal, some are fantasy. Yet somehow, they are all me. They are, a cumulative representation of what I enjoy and what I dislike. They are my words, knitted together in my fashion. Yes, I am proud of them. All of them. the number One Hundred made me forget that why I write, is what I enjoy most. The translation of my thoughts, into something that relates to the best of my ability, dreams, hopes struggles and fears. Like any other blog, on any other subject, a post is an accomplishment. Whether it tells us a story, or confides in words our hidden selves it is truly an accomplishment.

I have always been effected by the written word. The magic they create, and the feelings they can bring forth. So this, the one hundredth, is a post of thoughts, feelings, like any other post in the blogosphere. Something shared, something I am proud of. Something that has brought new friends, ones I may never meet face to face, but those I consider friends just the same.

Each of us, that journals, In public or private should be proud. After all, they are OUR stories, our memories. To be read by others, or secretly jotted onto a page and then disposed of when and how we see fit. They release us from the pain, bring us to the edge of our chairs, and make us think. All these things, are life. Eloquently they remind me that all of us, in the inevitable moment when that arrow hovers over the publish button, take a small breath, and then give the words to whomever shall have them.

So now that the 100Th is finished, I can do what it was I intended. I can write, because I enjoy it. That, my friends is exactly what I intend to do. If I wait for the 100Th, it may never happen. That single thought, started this post, It also ends it. While we wait in life for the perfect moment, we shouldn't let the others pass us by.

Thank You for blogging, for sharing your words with me. Equally, Thank You again, for letting me know that some of you enjoy mine.

Ryder~

Buried...

2006-10-04T06:16:00.000-07:00

Yes, I am still here, busy as all get out but still here.
I haven't had as much time as I would like lately, things are
busy but that's good. I'm not particularly fond of being bored.

I have a plethora of things to write about, just no time in which
to do it. And believe me, you DO NOT want to read my drafts, my fingers
are much better suited for other things than a keyboard. *EvilgriN*

I also noticed that this is post number 99. the 100Th ought to be something special shouldn't it?

IDEAS.. IDEAS.. IDEAS I have some, but I ask.. what are yours?

Witness

2006-09-27T14:01:00.000-07:00

In the quiet still of darkness she sleeps beside me. We are warm against each other, as we always are. I think it was the quickness in her breath that pulled me from my slumber but I couldn't tell you for sure. As my thoughts begin to move into the land of the awakened I listen. The quickness of her breath, a moan orchestrated with the bending of a knee. Her dream. I am a witness.

Sounds, ones I have heard many times when we are together come to me in the darkness.
Movements that I have felt, and caused, stirring the covers we share. I am a witness.

Someone is making love to her, She is making love to someone. The incubus of her dream knows her well. Her whispers of unconscious pleasure tell me how well. Her breath draws deep and I envision her being penetrated, filled to her desire. The perfect lover gives himself to her. Or is this lover softer? Perhaps a female that teases her with fingers and tongue. My mind reels in the sound of her pleasure. I am a witness.

Her legs open to this lover of dreams. Her breath short between the whispers of moans. My fingers find their way to the folds of her, careful not to wake her. She is wet. Smoothly I brush across her clit as I move my hand away.

I find my self growing harder as I listen. Witness to her pleasure. Spectator to her nighttime lover.

Defiant Lust (lengthy)

2006-09-25T16:18:00.000-07:00

The door swung open silently. His eyes scanned the world it revealed inch by inch. She was standing with her back to him, her hair reaching into the center of her back. Beneath it, a black corset, tightly wrapped her torso stopping just under her breasts. He continued his gaze. The low of her back, the place he rested his hand to escort her through doorways was framed below by the line of a black thong. Her firm ass slid effortlessly into shapely legs. Black leather began at her thigh, boots that made her ass defined even more from the chunky tall heels.

He moved in the room. Her stance remained steady, unwavering in his presence. Her dress and her stance told him all he needed to know. His smile grew as he stepped behind her.

“It pleases me to see you dressed this way. I like this fuck me attitude
you have. That is what you want isn't it? To be fucked? Is it for your satisfaction or mine?”

His breath heated the flesh of her neck. Her breath was slow as she concentrated on her thoughts. Her reaction inside was all together different. Chills followed the heat of his breath and sank deep into her lower back. Her ass tightened when she felt the flush of moist heat in her thong. She stood and said nothing.

"So tell me you want to be fucked. Tell me of your hunger for my cock. Then, I might let you show me."

His heated words sank into her. Her wetness grew each time he spoke. She resisted her desire to turn, to let him take her. She wanted him, but that would come in time.

"No. Beg me. I know you want me. I know you want to lay your hands on me. I know you want to fuck my ass. Beg me" Her voice was sure and steady. She wanted to hear his words. She wanted to make him use them against her.

"Beg? I won't give you the satisfaction; your boots say Fuck me clear to your thighs. You wear them to please Me remember. It is my cock you want. You hunger for it, don't you?"

"So, you'll just take it? Do you think you can?"
God, she wanted him to. She wanted him to take her now. She wanted him to take her, to fill her with his lust and desire. She wanted him to release her and captivate her all in the same time. His words challenging her will, each time he spoke.

"I will take you, when and how I want. You pretend to be tough and argumentative. I see through it. Tell me you’re not wet right now, waiting for me to take you. Admit it. Or should I just prove it."

His smile etched in her mind. She needed not to see his face to know it was there.

"Give it your best shot. I got three more lined up right behind you when you fail."

She knew the words that could make him move, and she had just used them. Her hand tightened into a fist as his fingers laced into her hair. He turned her head with a handful of hair. His lips pressed close to her ear. The heat in his voice almost sent her over the edge.

“Then I will prove it myself, two things at once, one, that I never fail, and two that I'm right. You want to be fucked like the slut you dress as. Now I will prove my point."

His fingers slid to the top of her thong, then twisted their way underneath, sliding into her wetness without pause. His arms surrounded hers, trapping her hands at her sides.

"Keep your hands to yourself. And you love how I'm dressed. It turns you on. I can feel your cock from here, straining for me."

She struggled to break free of his grasp, almost angry that he knew she was wet, turned on by the fact that he had just proven it so. She could feel the lust that rose within him. She wanted it a fever pitch before he took her.

"Wet, like I said. And yes, I love how you are dressed; you do it to please me. But I think maybe you have forgotten that. Maybe I should remind you."

His arms tightened around her as he moved her toward the bed.

"Remind me?" Loving the feel of how strong he was...arching her ass against his hardness. She ached for the touch of his fingers again. She waited.

"Yeah, I will remind you that you dress to please me. That you’re wet because you want to be fucked by me." At the edge of the bed, his fingers slip under her thong. "Tell me this isn't mine" his fingers circle her clit then slide lower, his middle finger curling inside. "I'll take it when I want, and right now, I want” His hand centered on her back, pressing. Her balance unsalvageable, as the edge of the bed met her knees, bending her at the waist over the bed. His fingers sank deeper. "Admit it.. You crave it"

"No." Her hips forsaking her words, grind down on his fingers. “It's you that hungers for me." Her lust driving her, she climbs onto the bed, her chest pressed into the mattress. Her ass bare and exposed jutting upwards in front of him. “Tell me how much you want me"
Her eyes closed tightly as her hips rocked against his fingers.

"I won't tell you how much I want you. I give you what you want." the tear of fabric cut into the room, the thong she wore is no longer there. Again his fingers invaded her. "You are mine, your ass is mine, and you know it. Tell me, how much you want to be fucked. Show me you like it in the ass." His fingers were sliding in and out of her, the sounds, wet and slick filling the air. One finger presses lightly against her ass. "Is it my cock that you want?"

"Yes" she growls. Hating that he somehow always makes her admit it. Swaying her hips back and forth, pushing against his fingers.
"Fuck my ass"

His fingers curl against her rocking hips. The quiet slip of leather fills her ears as her removes the belt from his jeans. "Look at it, Look at the cock I am going to fuck you with." His hand finds her hair and uses it to turn her head. "Say please. Ask me to fuck you with it don’t tell me to."

"Please" She turns and stands up to him on her knees. Licking his neck slowly to his ear. "Please fuck my ass with your big cock" She whispers.

"That's more like it." His voice in a softer tone.

His hands took her hips as he guided her back to her knees. He held her there at the edge of the bed, sliding the tip of his cock through her wet lips. She gasped when he pressed into her with one long slow stroke. As he slid it back out, his hand presses against the center of her back. he watched as the slick tip of his cock slid upward against her ass. "Then I will give you what you want"

"yes…." Her voice strained in whisper.

His fingers tightened against her hip. The hand in the center of her back slid to her shoulder. His hips flex and he presses into her, slowly. Leaning over her, his breath spills between her shoulders, a groan escapes with his breath.

“mmmm, you feel good" Her fingers sliding down to her clit. "Harder. I want to feel you" The sensation becomes more intense as he slides his hands along the cheeks of her ass. She is loosing herself to him, but in the back of her mind, she is hesitant about what he’s going to do.

"You want it don’t you. You want to be fucked in those slut boots." Urgently he pulls her arms behind her back. Her face pressed against the covers. "I didn’t tell you to play with your clit." The belt he wore stung against her ass. "This is my ass to fuck" his hands tighten the belt around her wrists. His cock presses into her, harder this time. Their flesh slaps as he drives himself into her. He holds her hands behind her, bound by the belt in one hand. The other slips to her breast. His fingers roll her nipple, pinching enough to make them sting.

"Yes! Fuck me! Her voice loud, feeling the orgasm starting to come over her. "please, please"
"Don't stop baby"

His pace quickens as he fucks her. Each thrust stronger and faster than the last. His hand tightens the belt and he uses it to pull her against him. "Fuck you feel good." his breath tells her he is close. The force he places in each thrust tells her more. Groaning, he slides his hands to her breast, his fingers twisting her nipples. They swell even more as he rolls them. He pulls her up against him, his breath close to her ear.

Feeling his cock swell as he climbs closer to release and the rolling of her nipples send her over the edge. Her orgasm breaks into her. It steals her mind, her body. She leans on his strength or she will collapse. As he comes, she realizes that she is always his slave. Here for his pleasure, his desires, as long as it's him.

Rhythm

2006-09-22T14:45:00.000-07:00

My breath washes warmly over her flesh as my lips graze over the spot on her back just between the shoulder blades. My hands caress her front. She leans her nakedness back against me, our flesh warm against each other. I lean into the pillows behind me and take her with me. Her back pressed against my chest. In moments I can feel the rhythm of our breath unite. I can feel her sinking, the steadiness of her breath as I become her support.

My lips caress the back and side of her neck and I whisper close to her ear. My fingertips move smoothly over her flesh teasing goose flesh to its surface. Her hair spills across my shoulder as she leans her head back against me.

While my touch never leaves her, one hand drops the heated oil from its bottle across the front of her shoulders. The scent of it erotically fills the air. All things from the day leave her as my hands begin smoothing the warm oil over her breasts, and across her shoulders.

My open hands smooth the silky slick oil into her skin. They move along her sides, and then turn into her tummy. I run my fingers just under the edge of the sunken button of her belly. Then I trace lower. Slowly my fingers find their way, tracing farther down. Her knees draw outward and her legs open to my touch. I cup her into the openness of my hand and her warmth sinks into me.

Leisurely my fingers begin to move. Her hand traces the length of my arm as she rests against me. When her hand reaches mine, our fingers mingle together and play lightly with each other. Her hand guides mine, her fingers direct mine. My free hand wraps lovingly around her, holding her against me. My lips fall across her neck as I cup her breast. Her hips move with the rhythm of soft waves. As her guiding fingers become increasingly fevered her hips move freely with the rhythm of her breath. No longer is her breath united in rhythm with mine but staccato breaths played by exploring fingers.

My fingers move gently from under hers, and my breath is close to her ear. I whisper of her beauty, of my desire for her. I whisper things I want to do to her. I whisper, "Show me..."
Her fingers become mine, and I feel her desire rise. My arms cradle her in warmth as she finds the places that lift her beyond tranquility. Her heart pulses in her neck line and I trace it with my lips. She floats in the sweet softness between passion and lust as her fingers touch like only they can.

She trembles against me with each increasing sensation, her staccato breath rapid. When she reaches the edge of restraint her back arches against me and her legs draw tight. Her fingers dance across her wetness, bringing her orgasm wave after wave. I cradle her closely and listen to her breath, waiting for the rhythm to change, once again matching my own.

An Urge

2006-09-22T08:12:00.000-07:00

It's back again. That urge I get every so often. That urge to go just a little further. To take my mind and my body into some new experience. When I get it, it eats away at me for a while then fades away as my mind turns to other daily things.

It's not a new one this time, this urge I've had before. It comes and goes, but this time it feels different. It hides under my every thought, popping out to let me know it's still there, waiting to be satisfied. So my question is this. It's an urge.. Do I give in this time? Do I wait for it to pass. Two things I think of. A tat, which I have saved in my sketch book. Original art, no flash work. Or another Piercing. (double the center Hafada)Two rings, not double the size.
Maybe Both. I don't know why this urge haunts me, It has in past, and if I don't appease it this time, it most certainly will again. Waiting for me to finally scratch the itch it brings.