Friday, August 27, 2010

Love

Here is something that started rattling around in my head last night. I was feeling a bit disconnected (alone/isolated) and started thinking about the boundary between love and sex. In essence I was wondering what a woman might say to a man who needed to feel love.

I wish I was a better writer to express these ideas. Hopefully that is something that improves with practice. Given my limitations, I would ask you to read this slowly, perhaps out loud as there are a few things going on here that can get lost in scanning. To varying degrees, each line has meaning beyond it's text.

A Woman's Love

Men often confuse love for sex
Women often confuse sex for love

My love can be hard to find
I wear my love with honesty 
I want you to know my love

My love is long
My love is wide
You kneel for my love
My hands in your hair
My love takes your breath away
My love holds you speechless
My love wants more of you, all of you

You need my love inside you
My love enters you slowly, sweetly
My love is patient
My love lies deep within you
I want you to feel my love

Our hearts in rhythm 
Our bodies in motion
My love fills you
My love opens you
My love moves you

Your love is hard
Your love builds, sways
Your love aches for release
Your love spills forth
Your love covers your heart
I can touch your love
Your love is warm
You say your love is salty, even bitter
I can taste your love in your kiss

My love leaves you shaking
My Love remains

Our love binds us, connects us, fulfills us

Tuesday, August 24, 2010

9to5

"There is nothing more unfortunate than a cute butt just sitting around doing nothing."

Or so my wife says.

It's something along the philosophy of, "If you don't have my cock in your ass, then there should be something filling the void."

Fortunately it's a void I love having filled.

9to5
Meeting her at home after our work day, "Hi honey! Bend over for me." The front door just closed behind me, I'm still carrying my briefcase wearing my jacket and tie.  She arrived home only moments before me. Still in her office attire, she comes around the corner holding a shiny metal plug with a drop of lubricant on the tip. Smiling, I set down my brief and turn around, unfastening my buckle and pants in the process. 

"Hi dear, how was your day?", I ask finally getting my boxer shorts down and leaning forward to grip the door frame.

"Busy", she replies from behind me. Without hesitation, she reaches underneath to stroke my cock, pulling it between my legs toward her. 

I love being handled like this.  My cock pulled back, her hand pumping up and down, each rise of her fist lifting my balls and dropping again.  Her grip feels so good I drift off for a moment and inhale sharply as her other hand places the cold metal against my anus.

"Cold?", she asks, twisting the plug against my ass to spread the lube around.

"A bit," I reply "more so than I was expecting."

"You'll warm it up soon enough." she says.

I hope so.

Still stroking my cock she pushes the plug forward, meeting resistance. Not that my ass isn't well trained, my wife makes sure of that.  The cold metal causes my muscles to contract a bit, creating a delicious strain against the insistent toy.

"Open up dear."

I exhale my breath, willing myself to relax.  Within a few moments the head of the toy slides past my resistance and settles inside. Its flared base is also chilly and I feel the coolness spreading throughout as my body tries to warm up the plug.  

Her hand still stroking my cock, I feel my wife's fingers reaching around the base of the toy.  A pulling sensation tells me the plug is about to come out.  Slowly but inevitably, she draws out the toy, its head stretching me from the opposite direction as it clears my opening.

Without hesitation, she pushes it back in.  Sliding in much quicker this time and settling into place.

"Much better." she comments, "Comfortable?"

"Mmmhmm" I mutter, my concentration focused on the combined sensations linking my cock and ass.

In one strong motion I feel her pull firmly on my cock, tightening her grip, squeezing the shaft.  I jerk as a fingertip grazes the tip of my cock.

Releasing me she says, "Okay, would you like to change before we run to the grocery store?"

Sighing pleasantly, I pull up my pants, struggling to fold my hard cock back into my boxers. I can already feel the metal plug warming to my body, its weight filling me pressing lightly against my prostate.

"Sounds good to me." I say, turning around. 

Sliding her finger into my mouth, rubbing the precum against my tongue she smiles.

"Great, we'll get the rest of this later"

I can't wait.

Monday, August 23, 2010

Kami Tora

Added the Kami Tora Fan Club to the blog roll. I first encountered this artwork at StraponPeople.com and am a great fan of the work. Lots of interesting content for many kinds of active imaginations. As a amateur writer, I am a bit envious of those who can express their ideas visually.

Tuesday, August 10, 2010

The shower

It's been a while friends, had some personal stuff really get in the way. The good news is, I've been writing and have a few things to share. Here is a short one.

The shower

In the background, I hear the shower turn off. The sound of water pouring out of shower head diminishes to a few intermittent drips followed by the rasping sound of a curtain drawing back.

The rustling of a towel, a faucet running intermittently.

My subconscious processes the activities around the corner without my attention.  I'm far too engrossed in my book, lost in my own imagination.

A short time later a door opens.  The smell of humidity and soap rolls down the hallway to my perch on our bed.  Head down, scanning line after line I hear footsteps coming toward the bedroom.  The footsteps stop and I eventually notice a change in the light. 

Looking up I see my wife standing in front of me.  Turned away yet standing very close, she is looking over her shoulder wearing a patient smile, and nothing else. 

My wife is beautiful.  5'8" athletic, smooth skin, gorgeous blond hair, and incredible pale blue eyes.  And yet much of this is lost on me at the moment.  Instead, I am captivated by what is immediately in front of me, something that can be describe as nothing less than a perfectly shaped rear.

Without hesitation I lean forward, pressing my lips to one cheek of my wife's beautiful rear.  I hear an exhalation above me, as though my wayward kiss prompted a sense of relaxation for the woman I love. 

One kiss follows another and another, progressively wetter and less refined at each iteration.  With each passing kiss she subtly and slowly juts her hips toward me, whether intentional or not I can not say nor do I care. Eventually I abandon the pretense of kissing altogether, drawing my tongue from the bottom to the top of each delicious globe.  My world is soft, smooth, wet.  Although I feel the pressure building in my hardening cock, my attention is riveted to the object of my affection.

My wife's legs spread wider as she leans forward and away from me in earnest. Her left hand braces against our dresser.  Her head down, eyes closed, right hand slowly moving to between her legs.

My licks and kisses begin to develop purpose.  Slowly, with each passing swipe of my tongue I move inward toward the divide between my wife's beautiful cheeks.

Her body begins to vibrate slightly as she starts to rub herself in tight, controlled circles.  I hear her gasp as my tongue reaches its first destination, the delicate channel at the top of her rear.  I tease her sensitive skin, flattening my tongue first and then bringing it to a point.  A light touch followed by a heavy, wet stroke; moving my head back every so often to blow a cool breath of air followed by a warm mouth.

Slowly, inevitably I work my way lower.  Each lick taking me closer to my goal.  I take my time, trying to match my wife's level of arousal as her jilling increases in tempo.

A moan snaps me back to reality.  I made it.  The first whisper of a touch between my roving tongue and my wife's anus is all that is needed to elicit an audible reaction. The same number of nerve endings as a woman's clitoris or a male's glans, and its all mine.

In glancing circles at first followed by wide, flattened swipes, I begin to stimulate her in earnest.

I love it, hands on her hips, my face buried in her ass my world becomes very simple.  I see nothing, I hear nothing, my only thought is the steady rhythm between my tongue and her ass.

The vibrations of her body increase.  I can feel the change in tempo.  Faster. Much faster.  My tongue responds, matching her pace.  Flicking, darting, licking.  Her hand must be a blur between her legs as my warm, wet world begins to shake. 

A gasp, then a moan, and finally silence.  

Slowly I lift my head from my wife's perfect rear.  My face wet, covered from my own explorations.  My neck hurts and we both are breathing hard.  I lay back on the bed to ease the tension in my shoulders from crouching over for so long.

Eyes closed, I feel her fingers brush my lips.  After a moment, they glide into my mouth and across my tongue. I suck them clean, savoring the flavor until they slide out.  A few moments later the fingers return, renewed with my wife's taste.  Twice more she feeds me the spoils of her orgasm that we both worked so hard to commit. Each time I suck and lick, an expression of contentment on my face.

Finally, regrettably, the fingers are gone.

I lay on the bed, eyes closed, all thoughts of my book forgotten as I drift on.

In the background, I hear the shower turn on.