Sometimes it starts with a Dream…
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Posted:Feb 13, 2021 2:30 pm
Last Updated:Feb 14, 2021 12:29 pm
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So, it’s our third date. The first two have gone pretty well. Lots of nerves, lots of nervous silences, but I finally got you to agree to let cook for you. I also got you to agree to come over to my place for the first time. I've been running around all day making preparations, ingredients. It’s been an amazing time of knowing that you will be here soon. Got everything ready now, just looking forward to seeing you. So, 6 o’clock rolls around and you are still not here? Oh, there’s a text. You got a little turned around on my side of town. About 20 minutes later and I can see you pulling up on the driveway cam (nice car!). I go out to greet you in the portico and you are actually trying to say sorry for being late. I put my finger to your lips and quickly go grab something in the house. I come back out to you and hand you a glass of wine and give you a really big and tight hug. Seems that was a pretty good ice breaker.
So now we can finally go in the house and officially start our date. I have the stereo playing with some old classic records from the 70’s, the house smells of garlic and wine and butter. Dinner should be ready in about 20 minutes. Since this is our first time alone and also me having you all to myself, I ask if you might like to dance with me. Nothing fancy(I’m not a great dancer), but just being able to hold you and keep you close, even for just one song, sounds like heaven right now. With the Stylistics ‘Betcha golly wow’ softly playing in the background I take you in my arms and gently press you to me. The next three and a half minutes are pure bliss as we just move to the music and enjoy being that close to each other. So once the song ends I go and retrieve our glasses and you follow me into the kitchen to check on dinner. Nothing super special, just Coq Av Vin, wild rice and charred ramps with a butter pernod reduction (you didn’t honestly think I wasn’t not going to try to spoil you, right?  ). I pull out your chair and have you sit down at the table I decorated a couple hours before. Fresh cut flowers, tall candles and scented linens. We both share our ’s days activities as I place the food on the table. There are 6 place settings and I seat you at the head of the table and as soon as it time to eat I take the chair immediately to your left. I never have understood why anyone wouldn’t want to be as close as possible in sharing a meal? Our dinner is filled with wonderful conversation, some things we have never dared to talk about before, wonderful bites, savory selections and lots of smiles in knowing that we are both enjoying it all so much. Dessert is homemade mini tiramisus, with fresh piped crème.
So with dinner done we can now just lounge on the couch and enjoy being together, being close and snuggling up for a good movie. Maybe a romantic dramedy, maybe a horror flick ? It feels really nice with you in my arms, sitting back to front and just holding you and feeling your warmth radiating onto my chest. With our fingers entwined and our legs overlapping each other, we start to watch the show. I can feel your breathing and your heartbeat against my chest. It feels so amazing to have you this close to me. We both are really comfortable and every so often you turn your head to mine and we steal a kiss. I think we both really like this kind of entertainment.
As the movie goes on I can’t but start to massage your shoulders. I have always loved giving massages and you don’t seem to be resisting in any way. So, I keep doing what you seem to like and watching the movie at the same time. There comes a time when your bra seems to be impeding my efforts and I ask if it would be OK to take it off? Your response is “I don’t really like wearing a bra anyway”. So, now you are just wearing a big blouse and no bra and I really can’t but move my massage a little lower on your chest. I’ve seen your pictures and admired how beautiful you are in clothes; I had no idea that you would be this amazing to touch. I’m not really used to someone that is so full and such a handful. It’s something I always thought of but not something I thought I would ever experience. So here we sit, watching a movie, you in my arms and me gently cradling your breasts in both hands. I never thought his night would be what it is turning out to be.
As we continue to watch and you allow me to caress you, we both seem pretty happy with how our date is going. With a little more kissing and lot more talking about how nice this night is turning out, we finish our movie, both with big smiles and ending with a huge hug that lasts as long as we both can get away with it. I turn to you and ask “what would you like to do next?” Your response of “The massage was really nice” is all I needed to hear.
So someone would like a massage? I actually have to keep from smiling too much. Have you ever heard the story of ‘Br’er Rabbit? Well, needless to say I set up everything as fast as I can on a moment’s notice. Here you are laid out on my living room day bed with no bra on, a blouse and pants. What did I do to deserve this? I went and found a little lightly scented oil I still have from way, way back when. I go put on some streaming music and lower the lights a little, so the candles on the table are still the brightest lights in the house. I go to ask you if you are comfortable and you just took off your blouse, stretched your arms over your head and slightly turned your head to the side and closed your eyes. The curve of your back is enough to drive my wild, but I know that tonight needs to be all about you. I rub my hands together vigorously, to get them warm for you. As I straddle your thighs I slowly drip drops of oil on your back and begin to run my hands over your very warm skin. Your back is amazing! So wonderful to run my hands all over. I love how you are so soft to my touch and that I can run my hands for days from your shoulder blades all the way down to the edge of your panties.(it seems your pants mysteriously disappeared also ). I have you put your arms back down to your sides so I can focus on them, kneading them with the remainder of oil on my fingers. I move up a little bit so that now I am sitting right on the edge of your beautiful bottom. I can reach your shoulders much better now and spend as much time as I can squeezing, caressing and kneading your muscles. I know it has been just right when I hear you give a little sigh. As I slowly move myself back down onto the backs of your knees, in the same motion, I quickly hook my fingers in the sides of your underwear and pull them down also with me. I don’t hear any resistance so I quickly start massaging your bottom. My hands are practically getting lost in squeezing and holding your ample tush. You feel amazing to me. So full, and so wonderfully soft to the touch. I can’t but spend extra time going over every inch. As I move down again and off of your legs I ever so slightly push your feet apart so that I can massage your thighs. As I move my hands finally from your bottom, I just can’t but drag one between your cheeks and down between your legs. I guess I am doing something you like, because I notice that my fingers end up a little wet, as I go to reach for your thigh. Your body is so amazing to me, and I feel that massage is so much more sensual when there is a little more to caress, a little more to knead and a lot more to respond to all of my efforts. now you are very quiet, aside from deep breaths occasionally. I work on your thighs, legs and feet for quite a while. Trying to secretly spread your legs just a little bit more with every new area I concentrate on. Once I have touched, caressed and kneaded every inch of you, I quietly walk around and kiss your neck and them your ear, right before I whisper “would you like to turn over now?”
It doesn’t seem that, that will be an issue for you and without a word you roll over and get comfortable again. This time with your legs already slightly parted. Again your body is amazing to me and I can’t but reach out to start again, in massaging your chest. There really is no explanation for how alluring a woman’s breasts can be. It’s never the size or the shape, but how they respond to touch and attention. I can tell as soon as I begin that this is something you are very ready for. I can actually feel your heartbeat now, through my fingers. You also seem to be taking deeper breaths. I add more oil and more pressure and am rewarded for my efforts with a new hardness under my palms. I’m starting to think that maybe you would like this massage to be a little more intimate. As I continue to squeeze and rub I can hear your breathing is not so regular anymore. I figure “Why Not?” and slowly lower my head to your chest and gently kiss you on your nipple. From the little jerk I felt under my fingers, I decided that maybe a little more was in order. I open my mouth and place it over your full nipple and with just a little suction, take it into my mouth. I can literally feel you getting harder against my tongue. I start to alternate from one breast to the other and then back, from making one nipple rock hard and then moving back to the other. Your mouth seems to be open now, in helping you catch your breath. So...massage is now over, now there needs to be some relief. I continue to squeeze your breasts as I let my mouth and tongue slid slowly down your belly. I kiss every inch that I possibly can on my way lower and lower down your stomach. Suddenly my tongue encounters your belly button and I have to spend just a few moments kissing you there and all around it. I can tell you are enjoying it because both your hands just came up on the sides of my head and started pushing me even lower with some insistence. Now it is not just about you, but also me. I literally can’t wait to taste you. To have you on my lips. I quickly move around and slide your hips down, close to the edge of the day bed. I kneel between your legs, gently place my hands on your thighs and give a little push so that I can now see just how much my massage has excited you. Women are amazing and I can’t help but marvel in how drawn I am to this most amazing part of your body. You’re literally dripping with anticipation and it takes me a second of admiration to then lean into kiss you in this most special of spots. You smell wonderful, you taste wonderful and every time I come up for air, I can’t believe you are letting me do this for you.
The minutes run and soon become , 20, 35…I know you are enjoying and that is making really happy. At 40 minutes I decide that maybe something new will make it even better. I’ve had my hands under your thighs for a while now, squeezing and caressing and pulling you harder against my mouth and tongue. I now take one hand and one finger and place it against your wetness. While I continue licking and kissing, I start to put pressure on my finger, feeling the resistance at first, but still applying more and more pressure. At a certain point the resistance seems to subside and my finger easily slides inside of you. As I work that one finger in and out, I take the chance to add a second. With both fingers sliding wetly inside you now I decide to turn them upward and start rubbing you with even more pressure. So with my tongue teasing your very special spot and my fingers dragging in and out, I settle in for as long as you can stand this. It doesn’t seem to take very long and I can start to feel your hips doing a little wiggle, then moving off the sofa a little and I’m hearing fewer breaths and more moans. I just keep happily working in rhythm and know that soon I will be rewarded. I can now feel your body starting to tense up and I press my mouth full against you as I arch my fingers just a little more. I feel you gripping my fingers inside of you and then you go silent. I just keep doing what I am doing, but I then start spreading both of my fingers slightly apart, while still staying in full contact. Your silence ends with a loud groan, my fingers are now stuck and I am getting my face flooded with your excitement. Almost nothing in this world is more beautiful than a woman having an orgasm. I slowly withdraw my fingers, continue to caress you and kiss you and just let it all wash over you. With one final gesture I straddle you one more time, keeping my weight on my hands and feet. I lean down as if I were doing a pushup, staring into your bright golden eyes, I gently place my lips on yours and then press the hardness that our session has created, firmly against your remaining wetness. I want you to know that it was just a wonderful for me, also. With that, as you are starting to relax again now, I pull the afghan beside you up over you and sit beside you. I tell you to just lie still for now, listen to the music and take a nap, if you want.
I leave you to enjoy your afterglow and a little nap. Go back to the kitchen to pack you some leftovers for you later and clean up just a little. I write a little note that I put under the containers I pack for you. It simply reads “Next time will be for both of us. Thank you for letting me just do for you, this time” I come back to you once everything is ready. I lie down next to you, so that we can snuggle just a little bit before you have to go. After all it really was just our third date…
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...and it's now or never
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Posted:Feb 9, 2021 1:47 pm
Last Updated:Feb 11, 2021 9:05 am
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Reality, it burns
The way we're living is worse
The pillars of inspiration are all falling down
The clean-up won't work while the fallout goes on.
And it's now or never, too close to the latter
We're all living proof that nothing lasts.
Standing in the neutral zone
Living on sleep deprivation
The rural route sleeps while the city bleeds all over itself
Over the falls in a barrel is where the answers have gone
And it's now or never, too close to the latter
We're all living proof that nothing lasts
And it's here for now, transient tomorrow
We're all living proof that nothing lasts.
Another road remains, but it provides no more
It can only take us away
Southbound, you can taste the weather
It feels like home
And it's now or never
Too close to the latter
We're all living proof that nothing lasts
And it's here for now, transient tomorrow
We're all living proof that nothing lasts.
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Dear Future Lover...
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Posted:May 24, 2020 4:01 pm
Last Updated:Feb 11, 2021 3:24 pm
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So I woke this morning thinking about our conversation last night...You seem be able make so hard every morning this wee As I am waking up again now, I realize that I urgently have reach down and pull myself out of my underwear. Bikini briefs just were not designed for the kind of excitement you bring into my life, again. So here I lie with this huge hard reminder and endless remembrance of your words last night. I really like it so much that we have found each other here, amid all the craziness that this kind of situation can truly be. So now I start to go back over your words and ever so gently I can’t but reach between my legs and give a really firm squeeze and push myself back against my legs to feel those wonderful/painful sensations run through me. It is the best feeling knowing that soon your hands will be doing that to me and making me feel so amazing. I can’t believe we talked like we did last night and that you are so very willing to let me do so many things between your thighs. My head just can’t imagine what it will be like when I can first drag my lips and tongue across your upper thighs, leaving a slippery trail straight to the center of your pleasure. I want to hear that wonderful sound as I push your legs apart and see you opening up to me, knowing that I now get to spend all the time I could possibly wish just kissing you there and feeling you get wetter and wetter under my tongue. We may be miles apart right now but I feel very close to you just the same. I so just can’t myself, and once again I am going to have to dream of you and do so many things that I wish you were here to enjoy with me. So the first thought that comes into my mind is completely plunging as much of my tongue inside you as I possibly can. Just the thought of my lips pressing into yours and hearing you give that sweet little moan of understanding, it’s just the prefect way to begin. I want to pull back and run my tongue over that wetness you have covered my mouth with and also your thighs and everywhere else that my tongue can possibly reach. I want to spend absolutely all the time you will let me, kissing you there, caressing and fondling your breasts and when you are ready, sliding my fingers inside of you, to fondle the upper parts of your amazingly warm wonderful wet walls. I want to take it very slow and let you enjoy it as long as possible. I want you to feel the tips of my fingers slowly dragging against that one amazing spot that can make you feel so wonderful. I dream of these feelings, of these thoughts, making me feel closer to you in so many special ways. So here I lie with my very hardness in my hand, going over so many of our words to each other and so many more thoughts that they are bringing. I think of you and the amazing curves of your body and how much I hope it responds to my touch and my tongue when I am finally there with you. So much excitement and I just can’t but grip myself tight, dream of you and slowly and gently stroke myself in thinking about you. As the feelings and emotions build inside me I just can’t but think of you there, straddling my face and totally drowning me in all of the delicious juices I know you would be expressing, in this moment. I have to admit, I’m not going to be able to last long in how excited I am, with these thoughts of us. I picture your face in my mind and you are making that little devilish grin as you know we are both getting close. It’s all so much, and I start to feel that very familiar sensation building inside of me. I know I am going to explode, but I wish it could last forever. My mind flashes on so many images of you…your pictures, my images of you, of you and I together. I honestly can’t wait to feel all of it. I imagine looking into your eyes and being able to feel so much of what is about to happen. I see your face and then all I see is stars, as so much of everything inside me spills out onto my stomach in warm wet jets of passion. I know it won’t be forever before we share with each other and I take comfort in knowing that you made me feel so much pleasure in just thinking of you, thinking of us. I can’t thank you enough for that.
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A Night at the Theatre...
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Posted:May 21, 2020 5:19 pm
Last Updated:Feb 11, 2021 12:34 pm
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So, we had been arguing for weeks. It just seemed that nothing was going to work out between us. chance, I remembered that we had Alley tickets for this Friday night. We both agreed that we would make the effort to have a good night out together. The night of and you were over getting ready and when you came out to me and I saw how amazing you looked, I was a little shocked in my surprise and I just couldn't but feel that wonderful desire shoot through me again. We playfully teased at each other on the way there and had a very romantic dinner, just like we used to. We walked hand in hand to the theatre to enjoy the show with each other. We got close, and as we pressed through the crowd to get in and I just couldn't but reach down amongst all the chaos and gently squeeze your bottom in knowing that no one else would notice. We made our way down to the little theatre and found our seats. We cuddled briefly as the house lights were still on and we waited in anticipation. Once the began and we started to enjoy the show I gently reached over and began running the backs of my fingers over the bare skin of your arm that wasn't covered your sheer dress. You didn't seem to mind and as we both were getting into the show, I was also getting into being naughty. As the lights changed from dark to the point we could actually see each other again, I decided to take a chance and run my fingertips over the little part of your bra that was peeking out of your open sleeved dress. I felt you tense briefly at my touch but then relax and you just let me caress you. As the acts of the moved towards intermission I got bolder in my distance and the pressure I would put on my fingers as they explored further inside your dress. I was just to the point of brushing your nipple through your bra and feeling it start to respond to my touch, when the house lights came up and intermission was upon us. We both looked at each other and knew it was going to be hard to get through this whole without having to leave abruptly due to overheating. In that moment, I decided to try something new. I knew you were slightly turned on and decided to ask for a favor (one that I had never asked before of you). As the people around us had left their seats to get drinks and mingle, I leaned close to you ear and asked softly "would you like to try something special?" To which you instantly replied "what is going on in that crazy turned on mind of yours right now?" So, I simply asked you...would you be willing to let me accompany you to the ladies room and while you are in there can you please remove both your bra and panties and put them in your purse? The look of shock on your face was so very much of all that I had hoped for. I couldn't but grin in knowing how crazy you always are for a dare. With about a 5 second delay you stared into my eyes so hard and practically willed me to take back my words, but I couldn't. Now knowing that I was serious you whispered "You are going to owe me big for this" To which I nodded and whispered back "anything you want, for this...I promise". So off we went, out of our seats and towards the bathrooms one floor above. I could feel the nervous energy in your hand as I held it tightly. I patiently stood with you as you waited your turn in line and when your spot came up I kissed you gently on the cheek before heading towards the bar. I waited for you with two drinks in my hands as you finally emerged from all the people in and around the bathrooms. I could instantly tell you were no longer wearing a bra and that the whole situation had you more turned on than nervous. As our eyes met I could see that wonderful little devious smile that said 'we both know something that no one else around us knows'. It was such a turn on to know that underneath that dress there was absolutely nothing between me and the wonderful things I loved to kiss and touch, so much. We smiled so big at each other, I handed you your drink (as a little extra confidence booster) and we made our way back to our seats. You mentioned that it felt so strange to have only your dress rubbing against your skin and that the sensations of the fabric were turning you on even more. When we sat down you made sure to gather as much of your dress underneath you as you possible. You said you were afraid that you might become too excited and make a mess of the seat. So as the lights went down for the second act of the , we both looked at each other and knew that a whole other subplot was about to out in just our two seats. As the lights would dim and rise I used my opportunities to run my fingers back inside your dress. Except that this time all that they encountered was the warm soft skin of your bare breasts and your nipple willingly springing up to my every touch. I was getting turned on groping you so freely and openly. You pulled the sweater you had brought just in case it got too cold over your shoulders so that it would hide our secret fondling even more. There was one instance when the woman sitting beside you looked over at us and I was not sure if her look to me, was one of annoyance or one of envy. Either way she did not look at us again that night. So for the next hour I proceeded to run my hand up your thigh and feel that point where the heat would take a noticeable difference between rubbing your knee and sliding ever so much farther up between your legs. While squeezing your breast and nipple, while running my hand over your chest and inching my fingers deeper between your thighs on every stroke, I knew you were getting to the point of needing some serious release. In being absorbed in our own pleasures we both lost track of the cadence of the and surprisingly to both of us the house lights came up with my hand still under your dress. As we both instantly knew we needed to go back to being regular theatre patrons and not passion crazed hedonists, we gathered our composure, tried not to let anyone see the grins on our faces and quickly and quietly make our way back towards the car. This did prove difficult as we were in a crowd of hundreds of people. Still trying to calm our desires for each other and walk straight at the same time. There were numerous stolen glances, secret touches and moments of wondering how in the world we wouldn’t be caught during our secret game. After all the shuffling back to the elevators, a very awkward ride up to our floor pressing against each other all the way, we finally made it back to where we parked. Our only thoughts were of getting out of there and getting home as soon as possible, as we were both about to explode. But, as fate would have it as we piled in the car, we quickly realized that a rapid escape of the parking garage was the last possibility we might have. We both looked at each other and contemplated just climbing in the back seat and relieving all our tensions, when an inspiration came over me. I calmly told you to get back out of the car and walk back to the trunk. As soon as you were on your way, so was I. There we both stood the back wing of my car watching the traffic stream out of the parking garage. I quickly turned you towards the car and had you grip the wing with both of your hands and turn your face towards me as if we were just talking casually after the show. I then ran both of my hands up your outer thighs and with them just enough of your dress to allow me access. I quickly unzipped my pants, reached in and pushed down my underwear and pulled myself out. As your dress feel slightly back into place I could feel myself sliding inside you and all that wonderful hot, wet heat. So as we calmly stood the back of the car seemingly lost in idle conversation, we were deeply grinding against each other as hard as we possibly could and knowing that this would be just one of many sessions of passion that this night had yet for us to experience. With little effort we came together, me inside you, gathered ourselves together, awkwardly struggled back into the car and drove home with me caressing your body under your dress the whole way. That was a very special rest of the weekend for both of us and seemed to completely strengthen the bond between us once more.
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