Legs, covered
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Posted:May 3, 2006 8:11 pm
Last Updated:May 11, 2006 5:32 pm
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We stroll along the Mall, hand in hand, oblivious to the cars and their headlights. Stopping without words at the sculpure garden stairs, marveling at the cherry trees, lost in their pink shower.
We smile at each other, and dance around the walls, down the stairs. Finding a dim shadow of a naked bronze beauty, we collapse on the grass in a tangle of arms and legs. Fingers find buttons, zippers, finally the inviting skin beneath.
Lips, tongues, a hint of teeth while exploring, seeking we turn and roll on the fragrant grass. The cherry blossoms begin to fall faster, as the wind gusts gently, as if in answer to our passion. The gentle random caress of the petals on your back, neck, legs, feet echoes the touch of my tongue.
You roll off me, onto the pink carpet, pulling me up, turning me to face you. We both pause, motionless in the steady scented rain. Teasing each other, we both begin to move, lips wet on, over, around me. Finally your hips rise, meeting mine as I succumb to your desire, our legs covered in a shifting blanket woven from the flowers celebrating our release.
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Goodnight kiss...
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Posted:May 2, 2006 10:26 pm
Last Updated:May 10, 2006 4:22 pm
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We're both tired, lying in bed already. My eyes are heavy , yours already closed, I stroke your hair, trail a finger down your neck. You stir lightly, I kiss you, a warm brush of a dream across your lips, and you smile in your sleep. A soft sigh, a leg against mine, a hand on my side... I drift off to join you.
Good night...
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Goodnight kiss
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Posted:May 1, 2006 11:34 pm
Last Updated:May 2, 2006 5:52 am
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The house is almost dark, we're padding around, each about our going-to-bed business.
I catch you in the master bath, drying your face.
You turn around to hang up the towel, find me naked, already inside your robe, lifting you onto the vanity. Flushed, shocked by the cool counter and my warm skin between your thighs, I meet your lips as your gasp turns to an excited purr.
Good night...
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The Haze
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Posted:May 1, 2006 6:48 pm
Last Updated:May 3, 2006 8:22 pm
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Do you ever find yourself hovering on the edge of waking? The last images of a dream, playing again, while you try to recall them and find the reason you feel the way you do?
For me it's like waking in a fog, a haze of images, that blur more and more, finally coalescing to form the blurry (nearsighted...) image of where I wake up.
I've been waking in different places recently, thanks to my separation. It's very disorienting to me. Sometimes it takes a good minute of subjective time to remember where I am and why I'm there. No, alcohol is not a factor. I just wake up slowly.
Sometimes I try to stay in that state, when I've been dreaming a relaxing or erotic dream and can control my wakefulness. I've only managed that a few times.
No matter how hard I try, it always clears, and I'm left with a sense of loss, when I can't remember the happy place I was in during my sleep...
haze of dreams fading
consciousness freely drifting
fog clears at sunrise
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Paper
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Posted:Apr 30, 2006 10:23 pm
Last Updated:May 1, 2006 11:03 pm
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Paper, clean.
Printed on, holes punched and placed in a binder.
Ripped out, tossed on the floor.
Picked up, notes scribbled on the back.
Wadded up, thrown in the trash.
Dumped out, at the landfill.
Driven on, buried by the earth movers.
Paper, still.
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Taking control of my life
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Posted:Apr 30, 2006 7:37 pm
Last Updated:May 2, 2006 7:31 pm
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I've been a leaf on the wind for too long. I've hit the ground several times, only to be picked up and tossed around again.
No more.
I have my problems, but I'm not the only one. The blowup last weekend with the folks finally cut me loose from the last vestiges of my delusions about family and relationships. I held their marriage, my upbringing, as an example of a successful relationship.
Bullshit.
Ever had to tell your parents, to their faces, that their behavior led directly to a major problem in your life? That it wasn't just your own opinion?
So now I get to go apartment-hunting, because (X)WifeV2.0 has been focusing on learning "what she wants out of life" while I've been trying to recover our marriage. Another example of two people having two different conversations, completely missing each other in the process.
Looks like my fears, first voiced in the first week of this and hiding in the background since, are well founded. She wants to be single.
In the process, I've laid myself bare, prostrated myself to try to recover something that was lost months ago, if not longer. In the mistaken hope that there was a chance of recovery.
There's not going to be a fight, we'll settle amicably. I'm just not going to roll over any more.
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Saturday afternoon Kiss
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Posted:Apr 29, 2006 4:51 pm
Last Updated:Apr 30, 2006 10:28 pm
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Giggling, wriggling, I catch you in my arms as we both fall onto the bed. I slide one leg between yours, one hand under the small of your back, the other under your shoulders and cradle your neck. Every place I touch you feels electric, gently moving against me, each kiss slowing our motion and intensifying our contact.
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A note about my Kisses
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Posted:Apr 27, 2006 9:48 pm
Last Updated:May 2, 2006 10:08 am
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I haven't, and hope to never, merely copy and paste.
I've been composing each one on the fly.
Just sticking a smiley in my posts or comments just seemed like those little xoxoxox I used to put at the bottom of my letters to family.
I feel a strong desire to put the same intensity of feeling and focus into my online kisses that I try to do in real life. Soothing or exciting, hot and erotic or gently romantic, every kiss is different even if the position and participants are the same.
I wish I could remember all the kisses I've received that made me happy, hot, comforted... I know I got them, I know I liked them.
So, if you get a kiss from me, in your blog, message, email... It's one I wrote, for YOU.
Please don't feel left out if I haven't given one to you yet. Between all the sexy, hot, beautiful, compassionate, caring women who've mentioned me in one way or another in their blogs I've gotten more hits in the last day than in the last month. It started with [blog Huntress7878] a few weeks back and went from there. It's snowballed in the last several days, I'm a bit overwhelmed! If this pace continues I'm going to have to change my browsing/blogging habits...
Maybe visit/comment only every few days to each of my watched list instead of every day?
Need to sleep on it.
Having all of you visiting, leaving comments, letting me know you like what I do, definitely helps right now. Thank you all...
A goodnight kiss...
Meeting me halfway down the hall, you wrap your arms around me, press between my shoulder blades, rest your cheek against my chest. My arms slide down your neck, back, until my hands are mirroring yours, holding you to me, my face buried in your hair. We turn our heads and the warm, soft, soothing kiss melts us together...
Good night, and thank you all.
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Where are you?
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Posted:Apr 27, 2006 8:49 pm
Last Updated:Feb 4, 2010 9:30 pm
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your footprints in the grass
your scent on your pillow
your body's imprint on our bed
your sweat on my skin
your taste on my lips
windblown, diffused, eased, dried, licked...
away.
I'm looking for you, but I can't remember when you left.
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What do you do in your sleep?
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Posted:Apr 26, 2006 10:32 pm
Last Updated:Apr 30, 2006 2:40 pm
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When I'm sleeping with someone, I invariably wake up several times in the night, finding my fingers tracing some random patterns on some exposed skin.
I have no idea why I do it. If I'm aroused, the obvious hip and leg dancing is already happening.
If I'm really tired, I just lay there. I've been waking in exactly the same position (and alone...  ) for almost every day in the last four months.
So why is it that when I'm touching someone, asleep, I start caressing them?
What do you all do when you're asleep with a lover, or find yourself doing when you wake?
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Prelude to Just Imagine
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Posted:Apr 26, 2006 9:59 pm
Last Updated:Apr 30, 2006 10:35 pm
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Imagine...
Sprawled across the couch, lace around your ankles, silk gathered around your waist.
Your fingers in wet orbit around your clitoris.
Adding my lips to your fingers, tongue darting between, inside.
Pivoting around my tongue, the room spinning, leaning back, feet on my shoulders.
Lifting your blouse, tracing your nipples with your fingertips.
My hands under you, lifting you, holding your lips to mine.
Coming, floating above the couch on the flood of sensation.
Waking nude, on our bed, covered in my arms and legs, remembering I carried you there half-asleep.
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The Morning Kiss
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Posted:Apr 26, 2006 10:15 am
Last Updated:Apr 30, 2006 10:24 pm
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I love kisses in the morning.
Warm, relaxed, they set the tone for the day.
I prefer them with some other kind of contact. Hand, leg, chest... That clearly makes them different from the casual kisses of acquaintance, or of family.
The best ones are given nude, an obvious invitation to return to bed, or promising more later in the day.
I equally enjoy kisses that soothe, relax, or comfort. I take pleasure not only in my apparent ability to excite, but also to reduce pain or distract from it.
So, to all the ladies, gentlemen, and offworld visitors...
Here's a late (unless you're in a very different time zone, then it might be early...) morning kiss.
Eyes closed, hands and arms over my head in an invigorating stretch as I wake up, I roll onto my side and see you looking at me with a smile and a twinkle in your eyes. I lower my arms, gently pressing you to me, caressing your neck with one hand, tracing my other down your spine to your lower back, pressing your hips to mine. I close my eyes when our lips meet, and give a small full-body shake as I remember last night...
Have a beautiful day!
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Just Imagine
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Posted:Apr 24, 2006 6:33 pm
Last Updated:May 22, 2006 2:18 am
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My fingers tracing down your spine, as you draw your thighs up to your chest.
The sheets tugging at your skin, the gentle friction heating your knees, elbows, nipples.
Resting your head for a moment on your forehead, looking back, between, seeing me fully erect but just out of reach, before pressing your cheek into the sheets.
The cool air against your warm skin drawing a gasp.
lips parted
clitoris engorged
mouth open
eyes closed
back arched
knees apart
toes curled
arms reaching
fingers pulling
separating
exposing
tickling
trickling
dripping
I ease into you, my full length sliding, gliding on your desire, filling you in one stroke.
Finally my thighs touch your legs.
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