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Time Well Spent
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Time Well Spent This Saturday morning began just like many before. My external alarm awakened me with it's slatted light bouncing off my face; begging me to enjoy my time - our time sans deadlines and corporate chatter. In a mechanical-yet-fluid motion, I raised the top sheet to allow the crisp morning air to lift the slumber off and, with a turn/lift/bend, I was sitting on the edge of a messed, the past-has-passed bed. The 'creak' under-step from the wooden floor was not some foreshadowing or a precursor of what lies ahead. No. This is Saturday. My day. My time. The options lie outside the margins. Nothing written - nothing told. Opening the front door, I feel the brisk, fall morning on my bare torso; remembering just a few weeks prior the warm, tingly Sun kissing my upper chest as I walk onto the deck for the 'good mornings' to the wildlife and the quietness of lake life. As I look across the lake, the sun, with its choreographed movements in the liquid ripples train my eyes to the low-lying Maples in their deep reds and vibrant oranges; cuddled under the higher ground and taller Oaks - still in their not-ready-yet deep green. The swans, geese and ducks call me to join on the watery dance floor. So I put on a shirt, put in the kayak and get my feel with every stroke. Yes. Just like many before. As I get back into the house - stripping off pieces of clothing rivaling that of a movie-like post sex scene, I make my way to the shower. I walk under the hot, steamy streams from the rain head and allow the initial sting to wash away the sweat and the day-to-day of the week before. Lathered, shaved, and washed, I step out to dry off. I notice myself in the full-length mirror - not the quick glance of most mornings, but an appreciation - a seductive look of time well spent. Rubbing the lotion on, I watch as my hands knead the glaze onto my shoulders, slowly falling (and following) down my chest, across my sides and pressing from hip to thighs. Watching. Focusing. Imagining. Slowly, my fingers travel through a neatly trimmed tuft of hair followed by an index/middle finger part along each side of the base of my cock. Imagining the night before. The tease. The unmentioned want. The 'only-we-would-know' innuendos. My cock, glistening and darker from a hardwired focus between my hand and mind's eye, begins to lift. The strokes become more thorough. Base to head. Head to base. Momentarily, I finger lift around the rim of my head - wondering and wanting to feel your lips as the under-throat of my cock fully forms. Stroking. Watching. Imagining. Leaning back onto the wall, I spread my legs for balance and, more importantly, an image of being ridden. Hip thrusts coinciding with each stroke balance the cadence of an imaginary session. Faster. Slower. A pause for that imaginary 'not yet' kiss. Sweat begins to meld with the heavy aired room and creamy lotion. Not yet. I want to feel you. I want to mind fuck you. Making my way to the already messed bed, my strokes become more firm - more anticipatory of what's to come. Not yet. Visions of an oral break in rhythm. Visions of a fluid, mind-reading movement in position. Visions of you. Lifting my cock in various angles: Parallel to body. Perpendicular. Side to side. I can feel you. Tighter. Softer. Fast. Slow. Pause. I can feel you. In that moment - that 'I-can-see-it-in-tour eyes' moment, I can feel it building. The tingly and numbing duet of emotion and feeling - dancing around the focus, I clasp my hand around the base of my cock, pulling my excitement - my appreciation of time well spent onto my sweaty and tense stomach. Yes. This Saturday morning began like many before. |
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9/29/2018 4:58 pm |
Meh.
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just lovely  Life is Good. It 's Time To Live It Flattery Will Get You Everywhere
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9/19/2019 7:38 pm |
When you can see it in my eyes- you know I am on a sex high looking for a hit to run thru my veins. Very well written- you turned me on💕
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You are one intriguing gentleman...xx
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Strawberry and sage? Oh my gosh, I have the worst long term memory skills. Diner....I'm drawing a blank. Help me please?
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Ohhhh yeahhhh.... now I remember! Midge was right, the strawberries and sage were out of this world. Exploding flavor onto our tongues...we talked about flavor combinations too. We seamlessly melded thoughts and time felt like it stood still because I never tire of mental stimulation. We need to do that again.
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Wow. You should write more often.  *Smiles, kisses n hugz* ~Sports
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Thank you ever so much for seeking out my story Yakov's Mom, I enjoyed all your thoughts you left on my blog, you're very kind to share them. I liked your blog, everyone in my family knows to leave Mum alone on Saturday mornings, they know I like to lie in. Can I come and live with you by the lake? It sounds idyllic.
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You have some incredible talent. I never considered trees cuddled together, yet it makes perfect sense. Autumn is my favorite time of the year, so your description and imagery allowed me to truly envision my version of your lake in my mind's eye. Charming and quite beautiful. And then...and then your descriptiveness reaches far beyond Mother Nature...human nature...desire...need...mmmmmm. Spectacular. Would love to read more of your writing.
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Aw yes! you are a Sapiosexual... very intelligent mind. I bet you done well in creative writing; probably made the English Professor drenching wet. Your blending of words with desire leave me wanting more. Reading the adjectives that run like liquid and make us bite our lip as feel you tenderly tease our mind and senses to utter orgasm. ~ Gypsy ~
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The tease. The unmentioned want. Stroking. Watching. Imagining. Not yet. Oh my….I enjoyed your words and play!! 
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