She gets me wound up. She texts telling me that she is sunning herself with her top down, her long back exposed and I want to climb on top...stroke her.
I anticipate her arrival and my sex moistens. I want to take her and be taken. I long to see her bound. Feel her sex open. Watch her breasts rise and her nipples tighten. I want to see that look on her face when she needs the release. i want to give it to her, sucking her big pussy and feeling her clit jump on my tongue. I want to push my own sex into hers and cum on her, squirting.
Craving the quiet time between us in the tubbie or in the sun room touching, talking.
Hold me now Miss J and let me feel your body. I want to be your wanton slut/top/bottom/sweet girl. Climbing on top of your cock and riding you hard. Reaching up your skirt to fondle your ass. Letting you feel my tits in public. Burying my face in yours. Feeling your hand on the back of my neck guiding me. Shining your boots. Massaging your back. Taking care of your skillful hands. Being fed by you. Feeding you. Dancing for you in private, in public. Strapping you in a sling for use. Feeling your sweet breath and hot tongue on my sex. Finding the right gifts for you.
You deserve so much. I desire so much and just want to get it right. I want to please you.
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Thursday, March 26, 2009
soft spots
For some reason, Miss J, you've entered my soft zone. I feel bad when I'm cross or harsh with you and I let things slide away like soft rain on leaves whenever I think of you.
I loved seeing you the other night spontaneously and felt soft wearing your shirt all day.
I am thinking of you now Miss J as you have to see your mom in a way that is difficult and requires your strength and humor and that I know will not only see your mom and dad through but ease everyone around you.
Kisses for such a beautiful heart. I wish I could be there to hold you tight, to rub your forehead and softly touch your skin until you fell a slumber, feeling safe and warm.
I loved seeing you the other night spontaneously and felt soft wearing your shirt all day.
I am thinking of you now Miss J as you have to see your mom in a way that is difficult and requires your strength and humor and that I know will not only see your mom and dad through but ease everyone around you.
Kisses for such a beautiful heart. I wish I could be there to hold you tight, to rub your forehead and softly touch your skin until you fell a slumber, feeling safe and warm.
Monday, March 23, 2009
sharing and starving
I was missing her as the sun started sinking. From my window on the 7th floor, I can see the Verazzano and the sun make its descent west. I leave the windows uncovered to watch the colors change and let the sun warm the room. Miss J called just in time to turn into the BQE and catch the lights, to bring her own softness and light to my room.
My heart was happy to see her, and light from having time with friends, and time alone. I wanted to hold her for the sunset and bring her joy. She seemed worried. We drank guinness and whiskey, held each other warmly, talked. I missed her skin, her lips. I wanted to drink them in.
We eat a bit of something and I fill the tub. Warm water, suds, baby oil, candles. The whiskey flows. I hold her, she holds me. We are face to face and touching. She is still furrowed brow and fidgeted hands. I rarely see her this way. I am at a loss. I bring her smoke and she settles for a bit, happy to let me touch her legs, feet, kissing them, stroking them, tracing their seamless seams. I reach for her sex, she is still at the wall, crossed but she needs this. I will not stop. She gets cross if I slow up the rhythm, her eyes narrowing. I want to give her this release so very much. She says don't stop and I reach deeper into her and she moans. I am not sure if she has reached climax...perhaps the water has masked the ebb I usually feel when she reaches this place. The opening of her that I usually feel didn't happen and I fret. I try not to so that she can relax. I want her. It has been almost a week without her and I am about to explode. It does not matter if anyone else has touched me. I want her touch, her hands, her kiss that reaches my inner senses, and rocks me, reels me into her.
She eats leftovers, olives, cheese, fruit. She takes her towel and lays it on the cushions and then wraps the blanket around her and lays down. I am still wanting. I reach for the oil and rub her back, shoulders. I put on music. I am at a loss. I go get books, the porn. I light a candle and read to her. Her breath falls and she is asleep. I go to the couch and read to myself. I am going to bed now. I ask her if she wants to join me and she says soon, go ahead. I go and set up my lamp to read the passages I love most. My sex moistens and my heat rises. I want her so much to touch me. I finger myself and touch my clit. I am getting heated but something is missing. I reach for the black dildo and fuck my wet cunt. I gasp and shove and push and pull and fuck myself, plunging the short thick cock in and out, leaving it there, reading and then putting the book down and my clit is swollen and I am about to cum and I shudder and throb and throb and throb. This orgasm goes on and on. It is one the longest I can remember recently. I've cum multiple times in short spans but this is intense. I am tempted to have another go but get up and wash and come back to bed to just caress and hold and try to sleep, to let go of her and give her room.
I care for her despite my selfish desire. I hold her and fall to sleep but the night is fitful and we tussle. I pull the covers, I toss, she tosses and pulls away and I do too. At one point, I am in pain and get up. I come back and only think of some way to just let go. I lay and touch softly until sleep comes back to me. Finally, as I see the dawn starting to break, I snuggle in and sleep closely until I hear the alarm. I am starving. Coffee, bacon, fruit, eggs, toasted muffins, fingertips, kisses, touch upon touch.
My heart was happy to see her, and light from having time with friends, and time alone. I wanted to hold her for the sunset and bring her joy. She seemed worried. We drank guinness and whiskey, held each other warmly, talked. I missed her skin, her lips. I wanted to drink them in.
We eat a bit of something and I fill the tub. Warm water, suds, baby oil, candles. The whiskey flows. I hold her, she holds me. We are face to face and touching. She is still furrowed brow and fidgeted hands. I rarely see her this way. I am at a loss. I bring her smoke and she settles for a bit, happy to let me touch her legs, feet, kissing them, stroking them, tracing their seamless seams. I reach for her sex, she is still at the wall, crossed but she needs this. I will not stop. She gets cross if I slow up the rhythm, her eyes narrowing. I want to give her this release so very much. She says don't stop and I reach deeper into her and she moans. I am not sure if she has reached climax...perhaps the water has masked the ebb I usually feel when she reaches this place. The opening of her that I usually feel didn't happen and I fret. I try not to so that she can relax. I want her. It has been almost a week without her and I am about to explode. It does not matter if anyone else has touched me. I want her touch, her hands, her kiss that reaches my inner senses, and rocks me, reels me into her.
She eats leftovers, olives, cheese, fruit. She takes her towel and lays it on the cushions and then wraps the blanket around her and lays down. I am still wanting. I reach for the oil and rub her back, shoulders. I put on music. I am at a loss. I go get books, the porn. I light a candle and read to her. Her breath falls and she is asleep. I go to the couch and read to myself. I am going to bed now. I ask her if she wants to join me and she says soon, go ahead. I go and set up my lamp to read the passages I love most. My sex moistens and my heat rises. I want her so much to touch me. I finger myself and touch my clit. I am getting heated but something is missing. I reach for the black dildo and fuck my wet cunt. I gasp and shove and push and pull and fuck myself, plunging the short thick cock in and out, leaving it there, reading and then putting the book down and my clit is swollen and I am about to cum and I shudder and throb and throb and throb. This orgasm goes on and on. It is one the longest I can remember recently. I've cum multiple times in short spans but this is intense. I am tempted to have another go but get up and wash and come back to bed to just caress and hold and try to sleep, to let go of her and give her room.
I care for her despite my selfish desire. I hold her and fall to sleep but the night is fitful and we tussle. I pull the covers, I toss, she tosses and pulls away and I do too. At one point, I am in pain and get up. I come back and only think of some way to just let go. I lay and touch softly until sleep comes back to me. Finally, as I see the dawn starting to break, I snuggle in and sleep closely until I hear the alarm. I am starving. Coffee, bacon, fruit, eggs, toasted muffins, fingertips, kisses, touch upon touch.
Thursday, March 19, 2009
missing and grateful
Missing today...more kisses..more monkey time....time for rope and sunsets and tubbies.
I am spoiled by the time we've had. I am spoiled by the strength of you and the art of you. I have been drenched by your sexuality.
Let's go walking in the woods, then lay in the sun until the stars come out and fall into each other with deep kisses, and lustful touch.
I want to climb into this coaster car again and again.
Grateful today for flowers, the gentle caress, time, consideration.
Thinking of your face as I fuck you, I don't want to stop baby...watching your sex open and feeling the swell of you. I can actually feel the throbbing of it when you cum. So delicious.
Grateful to feel such longing.
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
cowboys and kilts
You brought presents back and I am trying hard to slow down but I have one for you and am eager to share it. It's not a surprise like your gifts but I am so excited and you tease me by letting it sit there, feeding me sausages, cheese. I finally get you to open it. A kilt for St. Patty's Day and I am anxious to see you in it. The belt captures your attention. It is over two inches wide and has a large nickel buckle with celtic knots surrounding it and embossed celtic patterns on the leather. The tartan pattern is called NightStalker and when I tell you this, you laugh. I am so happy to have you again in my arms. Sleeping, touching, holding. Your skin inspires me.
My leg prevents me from doing all the things I want to do...the tubby...soon we can slip into the bath again...
The rope slips around your wrists so delicate, and I am careful to tie the loop off - not too loose- not too tight. I wrap the rope around them slowly, and between your hands to cuff them until the rope has a small lead. I want to keep you bound as long as possible while I fuck you and fondle you. I want you tied to the bed and I loop another rope through the ends and keep your hands far from where you can reach me or your sex. I want to pleasure you. I want my hands, my lips, my cock, to reach inside you and make you moan.
I use a new phallus...it curves and reaches deeper inside you. I watch the purple head disappear and open your sex. I thrust slowly at first and then faster and harder, and reach for little fuckhole with my other hand, and you open up so easy, so eager to have both holes fucked. My own sex is yearning and opening as I fuck you. I make you wait now for a moment, switching up hands and fingers, and then I reach for your clit with my thumb, rotating on the bit of you slowly, circling you and pushing and sliding. Your sex is so slippery now and your hands pull at the rope and your breasts are swaying. I won't stop baby. I keep going fucking your cunt and telling you what a pretty girl you are and how fuck hungry you are and your clit swells, I feel your sex open and I know you need just a little push now to climax and I make the motion tighter, harder on your sweet clit until I feel you pull at my cock and I know. Your voice is deeper and your breath so hard and your moan is strong. I love this moment and want it to last and last.
I am so rewarded by you every time I think that this pleasure can't be jacked up any more. You bring me strawberries, melon, grapes, juice and feed me with your fingers, your mouth. My sex is warm. I want you in my mouth, in my hands, close to my skin.
My eyes are shut and your black thong is my blindfold. You give me a strawberry to hold and it helps me relax. I focus on touching the bumps and smooth parts of the fruit. I want to touch you and you tell me to keep my hands away. I feel your finger at my anus and the push....no.. I am way too tight. Thank you is in my head for your recognition of my anxiety. I hear the buckles of the harness and my sex drips. You touch my sex first with your fingers and I am writhing, squirming and trying to lay still. I clutch the edge of my bed, grasp at the sheets and I want more. I hear you taking pictures and I am slightly embarrassed. You tell me to slide closer to you and I am at the edge now and anticipate your entry. You push into my sex with your cock and at once, I feel impaled. You pull out and then slowly fuck me until I am pushing back and then you pound. In and out, and I am in a frenzy soon. You hit my spots over and over and I am all sploosh.
You tell me to take off the blindfold and I see you, my legs up over your shoulder, my cowboy hat on you, your sexy hair cascading down, and that belt around you. Your smile is enough to push me further. You tell me to grab hold of the belt and I pull you deeper, closer. I am screaming and moaning. You ask me to take a picture of you. Your cock finds me again and I am bucking. I want more and can't even remember how to ask for that. You take the camera are shooting away. I want to explode and reach for my clit as you lift me slightly and your cock is sliding perfectly along the ridge of my vagina. I am going to cum and just want this wave to last and last.
Come see me again cowboy and I'll give you more.
My leg prevents me from doing all the things I want to do...the tubby...soon we can slip into the bath again...
The rope slips around your wrists so delicate, and I am careful to tie the loop off - not too loose- not too tight. I wrap the rope around them slowly, and between your hands to cuff them until the rope has a small lead. I want to keep you bound as long as possible while I fuck you and fondle you. I want you tied to the bed and I loop another rope through the ends and keep your hands far from where you can reach me or your sex. I want to pleasure you. I want my hands, my lips, my cock, to reach inside you and make you moan.
I use a new phallus...it curves and reaches deeper inside you. I watch the purple head disappear and open your sex. I thrust slowly at first and then faster and harder, and reach for little fuckhole with my other hand, and you open up so easy, so eager to have both holes fucked. My own sex is yearning and opening as I fuck you. I make you wait now for a moment, switching up hands and fingers, and then I reach for your clit with my thumb, rotating on the bit of you slowly, circling you and pushing and sliding. Your sex is so slippery now and your hands pull at the rope and your breasts are swaying. I won't stop baby. I keep going fucking your cunt and telling you what a pretty girl you are and how fuck hungry you are and your clit swells, I feel your sex open and I know you need just a little push now to climax and I make the motion tighter, harder on your sweet clit until I feel you pull at my cock and I know. Your voice is deeper and your breath so hard and your moan is strong. I love this moment and want it to last and last.
I am so rewarded by you every time I think that this pleasure can't be jacked up any more. You bring me strawberries, melon, grapes, juice and feed me with your fingers, your mouth. My sex is warm. I want you in my mouth, in my hands, close to my skin.
My eyes are shut and your black thong is my blindfold. You give me a strawberry to hold and it helps me relax. I focus on touching the bumps and smooth parts of the fruit. I want to touch you and you tell me to keep my hands away. I feel your finger at my anus and the push....no.. I am way too tight. Thank you is in my head for your recognition of my anxiety. I hear the buckles of the harness and my sex drips. You touch my sex first with your fingers and I am writhing, squirming and trying to lay still. I clutch the edge of my bed, grasp at the sheets and I want more. I hear you taking pictures and I am slightly embarrassed. You tell me to slide closer to you and I am at the edge now and anticipate your entry. You push into my sex with your cock and at once, I feel impaled. You pull out and then slowly fuck me until I am pushing back and then you pound. In and out, and I am in a frenzy soon. You hit my spots over and over and I am all sploosh.
You tell me to take off the blindfold and I see you, my legs up over your shoulder, my cowboy hat on you, your sexy hair cascading down, and that belt around you. Your smile is enough to push me further. You tell me to grab hold of the belt and I pull you deeper, closer. I am screaming and moaning. You ask me to take a picture of you. Your cock finds me again and I am bucking. I want more and can't even remember how to ask for that. You take the camera are shooting away. I want to explode and reach for my clit as you lift me slightly and your cock is sliding perfectly along the ridge of my vagina. I am going to cum and just want this wave to last and last.
Come see me again cowboy and I'll give you more.
Friday, March 13, 2009
anticipation
I can barely contain myself waiting for you. I've had company and more company but none of them are you. I wake and miss the grind. I can't sleep. I am aching and eager to hear your voice and feel your body next to mine.
The pics I posted are just pieces of my fantasies. I long for you to suck at my little girl sex. Your tongue on me in the living room made me jump from my exterior and climb deeper inside you. Your whispering words telling me that I was a good girl fed my dark dreams.
I desire to pleasure you and keep you wanting more. Tie you to the chair and tease your breasts, your cunt, your lips until you beg to be untied. You want your toys...I will administer more pleasure with my mouth, my hands, another girl, and another, then perhaps some delicious vibration until you have no choice but to cum with my tits in your mouth, my ass in your lap.
Darker darling. When I untie you, show me your satisfaction; pull me over your lap and spank me; pull my hair; tell me I am your favorite toy. Fuck me hard baby. I want everything you can give. The ride is just beginning.
Please come to me straight-a-way. I want to feel your strength again, and hear you whisper more of my dreams.
The pics I posted are just pieces of my fantasies. I long for you to suck at my little girl sex. Your tongue on me in the living room made me jump from my exterior and climb deeper inside you. Your whispering words telling me that I was a good girl fed my dark dreams.
I desire to pleasure you and keep you wanting more. Tie you to the chair and tease your breasts, your cunt, your lips until you beg to be untied. You want your toys...I will administer more pleasure with my mouth, my hands, another girl, and another, then perhaps some delicious vibration until you have no choice but to cum with my tits in your mouth, my ass in your lap.
Darker darling. When I untie you, show me your satisfaction; pull me over your lap and spank me; pull my hair; tell me I am your favorite toy. Fuck me hard baby. I want everything you can give. The ride is just beginning.
Please come to me straight-a-way. I want to feel your strength again, and hear you whisper more of my dreams.
Thursday, March 12, 2009
st. anton
My leg is in a full brace from the very tip of my thigh to my ankle. Miss J is in St. Anton. I should be there. I miss her dearly.
The last time I saw her I wanted to kiss her so hard that she would not forget it. She had played me in her "dating" game. So cute. Her figure when she walked in the door was so charming I couldn't be mad. She was my "blind" date. Already swooning before it began. I wanted to take her home with me. I was staying at a friends place before my surgery. She had been with me, caring for me, sexing me for five days. The week was so spent in lust and touch that my pain was lost. The late afternoon sun bathed us on the living room floor as I massaged her, tied her, fucked her. The late nights found us in the deep water of the tubby, caressing, talking, drinking wine.
I want her again and again and she is far away. She sends me pictures of her, bikini clad, her smile warm and inviting, and I want to dive into her.
Messages back and forth between the time lapse, both waking and wanting and kissing for sweet dreaming. Skype. My fingers wanting you and touching my sex. Climaxing again and again with your voice in my head.
I miss the line of your back as the morning light falls upon you and the feel of your hair on my body.
I don't forget how you took me in your mouth and kept me still. I still see you tied to the leather couch, your pussy spread with my cock.
I miss your lips on the back of my neck and your touch on my shoulders. I miss your hand in mine clasping hard.
Come and kiss me again Miss J.
The last time I saw her I wanted to kiss her so hard that she would not forget it. She had played me in her "dating" game. So cute. Her figure when she walked in the door was so charming I couldn't be mad. She was my "blind" date. Already swooning before it began. I wanted to take her home with me. I was staying at a friends place before my surgery. She had been with me, caring for me, sexing me for five days. The week was so spent in lust and touch that my pain was lost. The late afternoon sun bathed us on the living room floor as I massaged her, tied her, fucked her. The late nights found us in the deep water of the tubby, caressing, talking, drinking wine.
I want her again and again and she is far away. She sends me pictures of her, bikini clad, her smile warm and inviting, and I want to dive into her.
Messages back and forth between the time lapse, both waking and wanting and kissing for sweet dreaming. Skype. My fingers wanting you and touching my sex. Climaxing again and again with your voice in my head.
I miss the line of your back as the morning light falls upon you and the feel of your hair on my body.
I don't forget how you took me in your mouth and kept me still. I still see you tied to the leather couch, your pussy spread with my cock.
I miss your lips on the back of my neck and your touch on my shoulders. I miss your hand in mine clasping hard.
Come and kiss me again Miss J.
the bath
I've always loved tubbies. Warm sudsy tubbies with baby oil. I have loved them more with Miss Jenny. I massage her legs and feet with lotion and play with her pretty vulva, and we kiss and touch so softly I almost feel that our skins are leaping toward each other.
My new bath is a bit on the naughty side. 1950's pinups and a garter belt sewn into the shower curtain. Knots and tassells and ties everywhere. Black and pink and a little bit o' leather. Miss J made it for ME. I felt so many emotions when it was finished. Impressed yes but also my heart leapt a bit especially when I saw the picture. My mommy as a girl framed in pink and black. Miss J pays attention.
In the tubbie that night/morning (they blur sometimes), she took her time talking, touching, grooming me. Shaving me close and carefully, shaping. I was falling into her. Her touch captures me. Her voice moves me. The way she moves and works makes me want her and want her pleasure.
My new bath is a bit on the naughty side. 1950's pinups and a garter belt sewn into the shower curtain. Knots and tassells and ties everywhere. Black and pink and a little bit o' leather. Miss J made it for ME. I felt so many emotions when it was finished. Impressed yes but also my heart leapt a bit especially when I saw the picture. My mommy as a girl framed in pink and black. Miss J pays attention.
In the tubbie that night/morning (they blur sometimes), she took her time talking, touching, grooming me. Shaving me close and carefully, shaping. I was falling into her. Her touch captures me. Her voice moves me. The way she moves and works makes me want her and want her pleasure.
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
dueling dreams
I look at the pictures and recall our more intimate moments. I recall the cane splintering on my backside. I recall binding your hands and feet and your disappointment every time I untied you.
I see my pants around my ankles, bending over the saddle at the sex club, my hands in cuffs and J's belt sending my brain running and my high begins. You, making me your boi bitch in the club, with my boy shorts stuffed in my mouth, my ankles bound and my legs hoisted and tied to the pipes above us, your hands punishing me until I frank.
J in the shower, taking me from behind, and I'm holding onto the bar so that I don't fall and her arm is wrapped tight around my waist, holding me and with her other hand, she opens my vulva, grabs my clit and I am cumming.
J bound to my frame, spead eagle, and her sex is pouty and pretty. She strains against the ropes, sending her silent signal to tighten them. Her full honey colored breasts shine and the nipple rings beckon me to play. I ride her vulva with mine and we kiss. I touch her entire body, stopping at each place that calls me to fuck. I ride her hips, and suck her lips and fill her ass deeply and she calls for more. Thoughts of big red fill me suddenly and I see you pushing him in my ass in the mirror.
I put on my corset today and thought about our shopping excursion that hot day in July. Then I see the image of it torn up in the garbage hits me. I put on my leather vest and breathe deeply.
I see my pants around my ankles, bending over the saddle at the sex club, my hands in cuffs and J's belt sending my brain running and my high begins. You, making me your boi bitch in the club, with my boy shorts stuffed in my mouth, my ankles bound and my legs hoisted and tied to the pipes above us, your hands punishing me until I frank.
J in the shower, taking me from behind, and I'm holding onto the bar so that I don't fall and her arm is wrapped tight around my waist, holding me and with her other hand, she opens my vulva, grabs my clit and I am cumming.
J bound to my frame, spead eagle, and her sex is pouty and pretty. She strains against the ropes, sending her silent signal to tighten them. Her full honey colored breasts shine and the nipple rings beckon me to play. I ride her vulva with mine and we kiss. I touch her entire body, stopping at each place that calls me to fuck. I ride her hips, and suck her lips and fill her ass deeply and she calls for more. Thoughts of big red fill me suddenly and I see you pushing him in my ass in the mirror.
I put on my corset today and thought about our shopping excursion that hot day in July. Then I see the image of it torn up in the garbage hits me. I put on my leather vest and breathe deeply.
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