Wednesday, December 05, 2007

Insert TOOL here

We're here. It's fuckin' TOOL man!! And I am amazed to just be here--with you. We've been looking forward to this for weeks. And here we are. We're pumped after downing cans of Thunder Fuck (Full Throttle to the rest of the population) and from the anticipation of the concert.

Wandering, people watching, making idle conversation, waiting.

When the lights dim and the band takes the stage, my heart pounds. The energy from the crowd is palpable. But more than that, it's your energy that fills me--feeds me.

As they strike the opening chords I can feel the bass vibrate up the floor, through my feet. It's partly situational and partly because of all the weed I think; but I feel transported and ethereal. Absorbing sound.

It's like my body moves independently of my mind. Involuntary. Slipping in and out of a conscious thought. Periodically I feel your warm hand grab mine. Squeezing it, hard. I can feel your energy transfer through your fingers.

I watch you. Watch you move. Transformed by the texture of the music. I watch your hands mostly. I'm always fascinated by the movements of your beautiful hands. And I am consumed by the wretched ache I feel beginning to build in my cunt. The way you move mesmerizes me and all I can think of is feeling your rugged hands on my impatient skin. Groping, squeezing, touching, stroking....I want this urgently.

Everyone around us is in their own trance. The crowd is one body, moving as such. No one sees as you turn to me, grab a fistful of hair in your hand, growl, pull my head back and greedily devour my mouth.

Passion fueled by lust and a pounding beat of tribal sound.

I relax in your grip. Allow myself to be taken. Submitting to your furious intensity.

And then a shift in the sound creates a shift in my own reaction to you.

I reach up, run my fingers through your curls, close to your scalp. I bring you closer to me as I kiss you deeply.

Touch is amplified.

Your hands are on my breasts, roaming. Tasting me with touch.

My hand finds your cock. Stroking it through denim.

Are we breathing?
All I feel is a pulse.
Thundering as it races through my veins.

This devouring of one another continues indefinitely, with no sense of real time or space.

We are one body, you and I. The crowd, one amorphous consciousness surging in an trance-like rhythm.

all one without definition

you've turned me
a fist entwined in hair
my head pulled to the side
your warm lips
teeth sinking into my neck

I can feel your tongue, electric on my skin, telegraphing it's message to my cunt.

Your cock grinds into my clothed ass
I grind back
I unzip my jeans and slide them down
You unzip your own and release your cock
My hands reach for the seats in front of me
As your hands touch my shoulders and push me forward

The head of your cock presses firmly against my willing flesh

You penetrate me roughly....pulse and thrust in time with the music.....

bass drums words images pulse thrust grind blending and blurring of any clear line of thought or action

It's irrelevant if anyone is watching us.
It's about urgency and sensation as body and sound merge and become one in this darkness where eyes are blind and you feel with your primal heart.......

Monday, December 03, 2007

quick and dirty

last night
this morning

my lips are swollen and wet
my clit aches
the orgasms have come quickly
hard and powerful

but is that any surprise really?
after the tension of our weekend?
I've been simply dying for a hard, screaming release

it was like a movie for me
the emergency stairwell
the knowing glance my way as you try the door and see it's not locked
beckoning me with your eyes as you pass through the door
sneaking into the bright but empty stairwell
listening for voices that are distant and not approaching
and then
we drop everything we're holding
it starts
devouring kisses
starving bodies
hungry for each other's flesh
groping hands
unzipping your jeans
stroking your rising cock as I kiss you
hearing you moan
knowing how much you need me
on my knees in the fluorescent light
your cock in my mouth
your rigid flesh between my lips
sucking hard
more sound escapes your throat
your need is palpable
your hands grab me roughly, pulling me to my feet
turning me
my hands, now, against the painted cinderblocks of the stairwell
tearing my pants down
I can feel your hands and teeth on my bare ass
and without words
with mere sound alone
gutteral and primal
you've asked me
and as I push my ass back towards you
I've answered
and the head of your cock gently pushes against my lips
another question
and a gentle thrust back in your direction is my reply
you penetrate me
it's quick and dirty
holding my hips as you fuck me
at this point it wouldn't matter if someone saw us
this needs to be finished
and you cum
I can feel you cock shudder inside my cunt
I hear your breath hitch
I love to feel you cum, to hear it, to be part of it, to know it was my body that forced your pleasure in this way

but knowing where we are, and that she is only 3 doors down on the 10th floor of this hotel.....

I want more than I'm entitled to and think that you do too......

long days and pleasant nights...

when you were lying on my bed
naked and warm from your bath
relaxed now
because I had massaged your neck and shoulders
lying quietly
your head in my hands
it struck me
how fortunate we are
fortunate to have one another
fortunate to have the relationship that we do
to care so much for one another
without any pressing need for it to become more than it is
without any desire to make our relationship conform to something more socially acceptable
this thing we have defies explanation and certainly is difficult to define
but I am grateful for it
for you
because you give me something that I just don't get from anyone else
enough to satisfy deeply and then illicit a longing for just a tiny bit more