Continuing our conversation....

This has been sitting in my draft pile since our Halloween weekend :) I don't know if you remember our conversation, but the gist was that you were not really looking to hard anymore because you were content.


con·tent2 (kən-tĕnt') pronunciation
adj.

1. Desiring no more than what one has; satisfied.

I never realized the depth of my sexuality or how inventive one person could be.
I find myself continually amazed by the extent of your knowledge, your desire, your creativity and your drive.
As much as we do, well, I feel like we've only scratched the surface of what we can do.

You ask me if I'm looking.
You ask me if I've found anyone else.
I've looked.
You say you've become an elitist.
Well, you've created that in me too.
No one is you.
No one seems to intrigue me the way you do.

So....I guess I'll just have to content myself with fucking you, being fucked senseless by you.....

Because for now, I too, am content.

wandering thoughts after a lust-filled encounter

How is it that the lust and desire grows?
We seem to crave one another more with every meeting.
After literally hours, breathing heavy, exhausted, grinning....we know we've satisified one another and at the same time feel desperate for more.

I can't begin to tell you how you make me feel.
You wake up my senses, my every nerve is alive and longing for your touch.
Soft and gentle, the sting of your palm, the crack of leather.....
....perhaps that soft rope you showed me?

As I revel in every sensation and try to anticipate where your unlimited imagination will take us, to what new level of pleasure, I wonder what marks you're leaving on me to find later.
Secret messages, written in a sexual code that only you and I can decipher.

How do you know just what to do?
How do you know just how to touch me?
How do you know just how far to push me?
How do you know just when you should stop?

You take me to the very edge of my comfort level, and then beyond it....
And your concern for me....after.....it touches me.

How did you find me?
Why did it take you so long.......

Happy Half Nekked Thursday

Closer

You've been on my mind. I want to see you.....I know you feel the same. I could manage to come to you, on the weekend. I could get a room, somewhere quiet. I could leave a key for you at the front desk. When you came to my room. When you entered. Would you even bother to close the door before you took me? It wouldn't matter. All I want is your skin.

Hot, passionate. Forceful. I think we'd devour each other in moments. Consume one another. As you said to me before, "I want to fuck you like an animal." Remember that? I want that too. I can see it in my mind. The sheer explosion of desire and lust. Raw. Urgent. Would you kiss me roughly? Would you grab a fistful of my hair? Would you tear off my pants? Not bothering with my shirt. Would you roughly turn me around and penetrate me?

I can hardly wait.

my dream

Last night I dreamt of you

your eyes and how deeply your intense gaze penetrates me

the warmth of your flesh when I touch you

the way your hands look when you sit very still

Last night I dreamt of

your mouth on my skin, warm and wet, urgent

the purely physical attraction I feel for you, unbridled lust, passion

Last night I dreamt

your mouth was pressed to my lips, devouring me whole, leaving me breathless and wet

Does this answer your question at all?

I want you to warm me up with long lapping strokes and soft gentle kisses.
When you start, I need you to be gentle with me.
Kiss my lips.
Explore all of my delicate folds with the tip of your tongue.
Do it slowly.
Purposefully.
Take your time and let me moan softly to encourage your progress.
I will probably reach down and run my fingers through your hair.
My eyes will be closed.
I'll just breathe.

When your tongue reaches my clit, remember.....start softly and slowly.
I like it gentle, at least to begin with....
I find that I'm more sensitive on the left side than the right, so you might want to keep that in mind as you explore me with your tongue.
I will most likely reach down and spread my lips with my fingers.
I'll want to give you the best access possible to the most sensitive part of my body.
I'll start to move under your mouth.
I'll start to make more noise.
I tend to moan, quite loudly.
I tend to loose myself in the sensation.
I tend to bite my lower lip in anticipation of each fresh wave of sensation.
I'll writhe and I'll moan and you'll know you're on the right track.

Gentle circles, long lapping strokes, little flicks with the tip of your tongue.....

I promise to tell you more when we get there.......

I'm losing myself as I write this.....going there.....to that place......imagining you.......the anticipation of pleasure......

I can hardly wait........