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6.13.2009
6.12.2009
Evangeline Loves Mark
Angie was sitting by the pool waiting for her boyfriend Mark to come over. She had been working on her tan since early April. Getting tan early in the year was one of the great benefits of living in the deep south. She always made sure to use a good sunscreen, and she didn't believe that the sun were as bad as all the experts made it out to be.
She was sipping a Corona longneck and reading Things Fall Apart, by Chinua Achebe. Angie had on an aquamarine bikini and dark sunglasses. There was just he slightest trace of perspiration on her forehead, because the weather was almost perfect. She put the Corona down, picked up a small sweatband she had attached to her keys and wiped her forehead with it. She flicked back a little wisp of hair that had separated from her long brown ponytail.
Angie heard Mark's truck when it got close to her house. He had a an old Chevy step side. It was loud even when it had a good new muffler, which it didn't. She had told him she would be by the pool, so he walked through a gate at the side of the house and into the back patio and pool area. She drank in the sight of him as he came around the corner.
Mark was right around six feet tall and he had blonde hair. Angie like to run her fingers through it. She thought it was probably the softest hair she had ever touched. Before she met Mark she had really never thought specifically about anyone's hair before, and so she considered even more attractive since her appreciation of it was unique among all her experiences.
The twenty-seven year old walked over to the other Chaise lounge, right next to hers, and sat down on it gently. Angie had become very observant of the way he acted and carried himself. She contrasted what she noticed about Mark with other men. She had seen a lot of men plop down when they sat, or sit down awkwardly. Mark moved fluidly, and sat down just as fluidly.
Angie also noticed that when they were walking together in public Mark made almost no noise when he walked. It was something about the way he put his feet down on their outside edge, rolling from heel to toe. Angie thought about the fact that she was thinking about that and decided that she must be in deep trouble. There was a one hundred percent chance that she was falling in love with him.
"How long have you been out here?" Mark asked.
Angie admired the way he always eased his way into conversations the way he sat down in chairs. She flushed slightly from the candor of her thoughts. The had only been dating for 4 months. She knew she could be setting herself up for a big fall if he didn't feel as strongly about her as she did about him. She didn't let those thoughts spill into her words though.
"About an hour. I was actually considering going inside," Angie replied in a light hearted tone.
She sat up to get out of the Chaise lounge. She almost stopped when she saw the look on Mark's face, but then decided she would be better off near her alcohol. He looked very serious. She got up and walked into the house as though nothing was out of the ordinary. Mark followed her.
When Angie got inside and Mark closed the sliding glass door behind them, she turned and looked at him to see if she should be worried. One look told her she probably should be. Tears began to well up in her arms.
"What's wrong, Angie? Are you okay? What is it?" Mark asked her in one exhalation of concerned words.
"Are you going to break up with me, Mark?" she somehow got out, and a couple of tears rolled down her cheeks.
"What? No. I mean -- no. Why would you think that, Angie? What happened?"
"I don't know. You just look so serious, and I've been thinking a lot. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to do this, didn't want to do this. Oh, God, you probably think I'm a lunatic now," she got out before she began really crying.
Mark rushed across the distance between them and wrapped his long, muscular arms around her. He pulled her close to him and hugged her, putting his right hand on the back of her head so he could touch her hair. He kissed the top of her head and told her he loved her. Evangeline heard him. It was the first time he ever said it to her. Her sadness started lifting like a weight had been removed.
"Do you really love me?" she asked him.
"I love you more than anything, Angie. That's what I wanted to tell you. I've been in love with you. I don't know why I couldn't tell you before. I made you cry. Damn, that was the last thing I ever wanted to do."
"No, you didn't make me cry. I just get scared. I've been so stupid about guys. I always seem attracted to the ones that treat me like shit. It's like there's a sign on my back that says 'hurt me' or something."
Mark put a finger over her lips and then picked her up like she was light as a feather. She gave out a little squeal, and he picked her up a slightly higher so he could kiss her lips. He carried her to the bed and laid her down on the mattress. It didn't even occur to Angie that he hadn't asked if he could do that, and it definitely didn't enter her mind to say no.
Mark took off his sandals and sprawled out on his right side, his face close to hers. Angie looked into his big, blue eyes and nearly lost herself. There were little flecks of gold and green in them. She thought she could see him behind the irises, his wit and soft spoken words being born just inside those windows to his soul. She bounced and rolled slightly so she was just short of being on top of him.
Mark looked into her eyes, slightly puffy from having cried just a couple of minutes earlier. She looked flushed, some of which as the time spent in the sun. The other part of it had everything to do with them being in bed together.
Angie kissed him for a couple of seconds, just pressing her lips to his. She felt his tongue touch her lips, but she didn't let it in. She pulled away for a second and looked into his eyes again, then climbed all the way on top of him. She was straddling him as she kissed him again. This time she slipped her tongue into his welcoming mouth, and both their tongues came together in a little oral dance. The sounds they were making were sloppy, and a little drop of saliva was left in the corner of Mark's mouth as she pulled away.
Mark reached down and unbuttoned his khaki shorts. Angie sat up into the straddle position and then moved over to the side to help him get his shorts and underwear off. He shed the shirt very quickly. She sucked in air in the faintest of little whistles as his manhood came free of the clothing.
Angie had always thought the male genitals were not pleasant to look at, but something about Mark's struck her as beautiful. She didn't know what it took to make a circumcision excellent, but she figured it would have to be what Mark had. It looked exactly like she imagined the perfect penis would look like. There was a pronounced ring of flesh around the top, making the head just slightly larger than the shaft before it tapered down. It made her mouth water.
She sprawled halfway across his legs, propped on her left arm and facing him. She tucked her knees up close to his hip while he just lay there on his back. She took his hard cock in her right hand, which further increased it's rigidity. She could feel the dorsal vein pulsing to the rhythm of his heart beat. She stroked him softly and gently.
Mark laid on his back watching her and looking content, for a little while. When Angie could tell he was about to lose patience she leaned forward and licked him. She could feel him tense slightly. She had been experimenting with his reactions the past few times they had made love, because she really wanted to be too good for him to leave. Angie had no idea how deeply he had fallen for her.
She took him in her mouth, which made him groan. For the next few minutes she played with him, sucking and licking to gauge his reactions. Angie decided she would become good at what he liked very soon. Mark wasn't the sort of guy who wanted to keep all the pleasure and fun to himself.
When Mark begin pulling away from her and sitting up Angie's heart rate increased a little. She got excited, because allowing Mark to make love to her was a mind blowing experience. There had been a few times when they made love that she thought she might die from the intensity of the orgasm. Angie couldn't wait to die if it was going to feel like that. That was one of the funny little thoughts that flew through her mind as she replaced Mark as the person laying back.
It took Angie about two seconds to lose the bikini. Mark moved on top of her into the missionary position. Angie reached down and guided him into her aching, slippery pussy. She gasped as he pushed until he was all the way inside her. She had never really attempted to judge how big he was. She knew that it seemed really big before he was inside her, and even bigger after he was.
Mark started rocking against her hips with enough force to pick her bottom up off the bed ever so slightly. When he did that it not only forced him deeper into her, but it also ground her clit against his pelvis. The combination was decimating her self control.
Angie found the most maddening part of the pleasure was that he would slow down almost to a stop, removing the contact from her most sensitive surface region. While he went slow he would slide himself in and out of her about four inches at a time, teasingly. She didn't know if it was the act of teasing her that was doing he number on her head and body, or if it was the idea that he wanted to tease her that was driving her crazy. She didn't really care, but she knew that she needed him to do it harder and faster.
Angie reached her hands down from where they had been scratching him on his back and grabbed his buns. There were very muscular, and grabbing them made her upper lip quiver almost imperceptibly. She attempted to force him to do what she wanted by pulling him in closer, but he resisted. That's when she knew he was doing it on purpose. She made a pitiful moaning sound.
"Do you want me to do it harder, baby?" he asked her.
"Yes, please," she answered.
"Please what?"
"Please do it harder. Please do it deeper too."
"Say pretty please," Mark continued tormenting her.
"Pretty please... with a cherry on top... pretty please."
"Pretty please what?" he asked again.
"God, Mark, just fuck me. Fuck me, please. I can't stand it."
That was all Mark needed to hear. He began pistoning his full length in and out of her. He had to really pull back to get the tip almost all the way out, and then he would slam it all the way into her. He wasn't doing it all that hard, but it was enough that Angie thought she might pass out. He started doing it faster and faster. The action tore a long moan out of Angie that turned into a near scream during the seconds it hung on in the air.
A consciousness bending orgasm ripped through her after about two minutes. Her body started to shake, beginning at her toes and moving it's way up to her brain. She quivered and trembled violently as Mark continued mastering her.
Just when Angie thought she wasn't going to be able to take it long enough for him to come, he did. She felt the liquid spurt inside her. He was shaking too, by that time. She figured he must be kind of worn out. She reasoned that the service he had just performed for her, for them, had to take a lot of energy. She was right.
Mark tried to climb off of her, but Angie wouldn't let him. She squeezed him tight to her for a long time. They were both drenched in sweat. She didn't let him go until he had gone completely soft inside her. Before that she wrote "Evangeline loves Mark" with the sweat on his back. Or at least that's what she tried to write. It was true too. Evangeline did love Mark.
[proofing after first publish]
She was sipping a Corona longneck and reading Things Fall Apart, by Chinua Achebe. Angie had on an aquamarine bikini and dark sunglasses. There was just he slightest trace of perspiration on her forehead, because the weather was almost perfect. She put the Corona down, picked up a small sweatband she had attached to her keys and wiped her forehead with it. She flicked back a little wisp of hair that had separated from her long brown ponytail.
Angie heard Mark's truck when it got close to her house. He had a an old Chevy step side. It was loud even when it had a good new muffler, which it didn't. She had told him she would be by the pool, so he walked through a gate at the side of the house and into the back patio and pool area. She drank in the sight of him as he came around the corner.
Mark was right around six feet tall and he had blonde hair. Angie like to run her fingers through it. She thought it was probably the softest hair she had ever touched. Before she met Mark she had really never thought specifically about anyone's hair before, and so she considered even more attractive since her appreciation of it was unique among all her experiences.
The twenty-seven year old walked over to the other Chaise lounge, right next to hers, and sat down on it gently. Angie had become very observant of the way he acted and carried himself. She contrasted what she noticed about Mark with other men. She had seen a lot of men plop down when they sat, or sit down awkwardly. Mark moved fluidly, and sat down just as fluidly.
Angie also noticed that when they were walking together in public Mark made almost no noise when he walked. It was something about the way he put his feet down on their outside edge, rolling from heel to toe. Angie thought about the fact that she was thinking about that and decided that she must be in deep trouble. There was a one hundred percent chance that she was falling in love with him.
"How long have you been out here?" Mark asked.
Angie admired the way he always eased his way into conversations the way he sat down in chairs. She flushed slightly from the candor of her thoughts. The had only been dating for 4 months. She knew she could be setting herself up for a big fall if he didn't feel as strongly about her as she did about him. She didn't let those thoughts spill into her words though.
"About an hour. I was actually considering going inside," Angie replied in a light hearted tone.
She sat up to get out of the Chaise lounge. She almost stopped when she saw the look on Mark's face, but then decided she would be better off near her alcohol. He looked very serious. She got up and walked into the house as though nothing was out of the ordinary. Mark followed her.
When Angie got inside and Mark closed the sliding glass door behind them, she turned and looked at him to see if she should be worried. One look told her she probably should be. Tears began to well up in her arms.
"What's wrong, Angie? Are you okay? What is it?" Mark asked her in one exhalation of concerned words.
"Are you going to break up with me, Mark?" she somehow got out, and a couple of tears rolled down her cheeks.
"What? No. I mean -- no. Why would you think that, Angie? What happened?"
"I don't know. You just look so serious, and I've been thinking a lot. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to do this, didn't want to do this. Oh, God, you probably think I'm a lunatic now," she got out before she began really crying.
Mark rushed across the distance between them and wrapped his long, muscular arms around her. He pulled her close to him and hugged her, putting his right hand on the back of her head so he could touch her hair. He kissed the top of her head and told her he loved her. Evangeline heard him. It was the first time he ever said it to her. Her sadness started lifting like a weight had been removed.
"Do you really love me?" she asked him.
"I love you more than anything, Angie. That's what I wanted to tell you. I've been in love with you. I don't know why I couldn't tell you before. I made you cry. Damn, that was the last thing I ever wanted to do."
"No, you didn't make me cry. I just get scared. I've been so stupid about guys. I always seem attracted to the ones that treat me like shit. It's like there's a sign on my back that says 'hurt me' or something."
Mark put a finger over her lips and then picked her up like she was light as a feather. She gave out a little squeal, and he picked her up a slightly higher so he could kiss her lips. He carried her to the bed and laid her down on the mattress. It didn't even occur to Angie that he hadn't asked if he could do that, and it definitely didn't enter her mind to say no.
Mark took off his sandals and sprawled out on his right side, his face close to hers. Angie looked into his big, blue eyes and nearly lost herself. There were little flecks of gold and green in them. She thought she could see him behind the irises, his wit and soft spoken words being born just inside those windows to his soul. She bounced and rolled slightly so she was just short of being on top of him.
Mark looked into her eyes, slightly puffy from having cried just a couple of minutes earlier. She looked flushed, some of which as the time spent in the sun. The other part of it had everything to do with them being in bed together.
Angie kissed him for a couple of seconds, just pressing her lips to his. She felt his tongue touch her lips, but she didn't let it in. She pulled away for a second and looked into his eyes again, then climbed all the way on top of him. She was straddling him as she kissed him again. This time she slipped her tongue into his welcoming mouth, and both their tongues came together in a little oral dance. The sounds they were making were sloppy, and a little drop of saliva was left in the corner of Mark's mouth as she pulled away.
Mark reached down and unbuttoned his khaki shorts. Angie sat up into the straddle position and then moved over to the side to help him get his shorts and underwear off. He shed the shirt very quickly. She sucked in air in the faintest of little whistles as his manhood came free of the clothing.
Angie had always thought the male genitals were not pleasant to look at, but something about Mark's struck her as beautiful. She didn't know what it took to make a circumcision excellent, but she figured it would have to be what Mark had. It looked exactly like she imagined the perfect penis would look like. There was a pronounced ring of flesh around the top, making the head just slightly larger than the shaft before it tapered down. It made her mouth water.
She sprawled halfway across his legs, propped on her left arm and facing him. She tucked her knees up close to his hip while he just lay there on his back. She took his hard cock in her right hand, which further increased it's rigidity. She could feel the dorsal vein pulsing to the rhythm of his heart beat. She stroked him softly and gently.
Mark laid on his back watching her and looking content, for a little while. When Angie could tell he was about to lose patience she leaned forward and licked him. She could feel him tense slightly. She had been experimenting with his reactions the past few times they had made love, because she really wanted to be too good for him to leave. Angie had no idea how deeply he had fallen for her.
She took him in her mouth, which made him groan. For the next few minutes she played with him, sucking and licking to gauge his reactions. Angie decided she would become good at what he liked very soon. Mark wasn't the sort of guy who wanted to keep all the pleasure and fun to himself.
When Mark begin pulling away from her and sitting up Angie's heart rate increased a little. She got excited, because allowing Mark to make love to her was a mind blowing experience. There had been a few times when they made love that she thought she might die from the intensity of the orgasm. Angie couldn't wait to die if it was going to feel like that. That was one of the funny little thoughts that flew through her mind as she replaced Mark as the person laying back.
It took Angie about two seconds to lose the bikini. Mark moved on top of her into the missionary position. Angie reached down and guided him into her aching, slippery pussy. She gasped as he pushed until he was all the way inside her. She had never really attempted to judge how big he was. She knew that it seemed really big before he was inside her, and even bigger after he was.
Mark started rocking against her hips with enough force to pick her bottom up off the bed ever so slightly. When he did that it not only forced him deeper into her, but it also ground her clit against his pelvis. The combination was decimating her self control.
Angie found the most maddening part of the pleasure was that he would slow down almost to a stop, removing the contact from her most sensitive surface region. While he went slow he would slide himself in and out of her about four inches at a time, teasingly. She didn't know if it was the act of teasing her that was doing he number on her head and body, or if it was the idea that he wanted to tease her that was driving her crazy. She didn't really care, but she knew that she needed him to do it harder and faster.
Angie reached her hands down from where they had been scratching him on his back and grabbed his buns. There were very muscular, and grabbing them made her upper lip quiver almost imperceptibly. She attempted to force him to do what she wanted by pulling him in closer, but he resisted. That's when she knew he was doing it on purpose. She made a pitiful moaning sound.
"Do you want me to do it harder, baby?" he asked her.
"Yes, please," she answered.
"Please what?"
"Please do it harder. Please do it deeper too."
"Say pretty please," Mark continued tormenting her.
"Pretty please... with a cherry on top... pretty please."
"Pretty please what?" he asked again.
"God, Mark, just fuck me. Fuck me, please. I can't stand it."
That was all Mark needed to hear. He began pistoning his full length in and out of her. He had to really pull back to get the tip almost all the way out, and then he would slam it all the way into her. He wasn't doing it all that hard, but it was enough that Angie thought she might pass out. He started doing it faster and faster. The action tore a long moan out of Angie that turned into a near scream during the seconds it hung on in the air.
A consciousness bending orgasm ripped through her after about two minutes. Her body started to shake, beginning at her toes and moving it's way up to her brain. She quivered and trembled violently as Mark continued mastering her.
Just when Angie thought she wasn't going to be able to take it long enough for him to come, he did. She felt the liquid spurt inside her. He was shaking too, by that time. She figured he must be kind of worn out. She reasoned that the service he had just performed for her, for them, had to take a lot of energy. She was right.
Mark tried to climb off of her, but Angie wouldn't let him. She squeezed him tight to her for a long time. They were both drenched in sweat. She didn't let him go until he had gone completely soft inside her. Before that she wrote "Evangeline loves Mark" with the sweat on his back. Or at least that's what she tried to write. It was true too. Evangeline did love Mark.
[proofing after first publish]
6.10.2009
Model Wanted
Shay was sitting in front of the library with an easel, a titanic book of heavy stock and a set of charcoals. He had been watching people go by as he lazily sketched the landscape of the center of campus. Shay noticed a girl sit down on a bench not far away. Something about the way she looked caught his attention.
Shay walked over to where she was sitting and she smiled when she noticed him. She gave him an inquisitive look though, the type reserved for interactions with strangers. Shay fixated on her face for a moment, because she had a light frosting of tiny freckles across the top of her cheekbones. The girl cleared her throat really quietly.
"Oh, hi. I hope I'm not bothering you..." he trailed off as if he had forgotten what he wanted to say.
"You're not bothering me," she told him. "What is it?"
"Um, my name is Shay, and you can see I'm an artist. Or, well, if you look over there you can," he gestured toward his easel. "I was just wondering, could I maybe draw you sometime?"
"I'm Lisa, Shay. You're not going to believe this, but I'm an artist too. I tell you what. I'll let you draw me if you'll let me draw you," Lisa said cheerfully.
Shay didn't know how to handle that. He meekly said, "Yes." In his head he had lost all traces of rational thought. Not only was Lisa beautiful, but she had said yes. That came as quite a shock to him.
"Do you want to sit down? We could talk," Lisa told him. Shay didn't answer her, he just sat down on a bench directly across the narrow walkway from the bench she was sitting on. He appeared to be thinking.
Lisa looked at Shay for a long time while he fidgeted nervously. He had on baggy low cut blue jeans and a gray Porno for Pyros t-shirt. He was about 5 feet 10 inches tall, and he weighed a healthy 160 pounds. Lisa noticed there was no fat on him at all. He had light brown hair and a dark complexion, small feet but bigger hands. Lisa thought that was slightly odd. Before Shay sat down she had also noticed his eyes were almost bright green.
"When would be a good time to get together, Lisa?" Shay asked after apparently having an extended conversation with himself.
Lisa was delighted at his nervousness, because it showed an innocence in him. She didn't like guys who were cocky. They were usually only interested in sex, and if they got that it wasn't long before they were gone. She didn't know why they were like that, but she had known a lot of girls who experienced that, besides herself. Those thoughts went through her mind very quickly before she answered, "How about now? Are you busy?"
Lisa loved having sex. She was pretty sure that was all that Shay really wanted, and she hadn't done it in almost three weeks. In fact, that was with a guy who totally fit her profile of cocky and insensitive. He dumped Lisa because he found a girl with less self respect, named Joy, of all things. That meant Joy would let him boss her around and abuse her feelings whenever he felt like it.
Lisa was relieved Shay had approached her. She had been getting almost frantic to replace her last memory of sex. She wasn't promiscuous at all. It bothered her when people chose to label women that way, because they were nothing compared to the shameless men of the world.
Shay looked at her, really looked at her, for the first time since he walked over. Lisa could see that she was right about his eyes being a pronounced green. She could also see he was very shy.
Shay answered her question, "Now would be great." He said it as if he couldn't believe it. He stood up to get his art supplies. Lisa stood up too.
Lisa felt a little thrill run through her stomach. She always got the butterflies when she was about to do something sexy. She really wasn't thinking about the fact that she had just met Shay. There was something about him that made her feel comfortable and safe.
Shay loosened up after they started walking. He asked Lisa a couple of questions about her life. It was all small talk. He found himself looking at her a lot.
Lisa was barely over 5 feet six inches tall. She had black hair and a light skinned complexion and elfish facial features which were very attractive. Her breasts were a full B. She had slender hips, and she was wearing a black, vintage looking dress. That was kind of rare on campus. Most girls wore blue jeans.
They arrived at Shay's dorm building. It was old and expensive, but the rules were lax. Girls were allowed in at all times except between the hours of midnight and 7 a.m. There were only two dorms to each floor, and only six dorms in each building. The two young people went inside.
When they got into Shay's dorm room he put his pad and charcoals down, and urged Lisa to sit on the bed. He began setting up the easel so he could draw her. Lisa almost laughed out loud when she realized he really intended only to draw her. She didn't though. She knew how to stop him from going in that direction and start going in the direction she wanted.
"No, let me draw you first," Lisa told him. Shay looked out of sorts for just a second, but he agreed very quickly. Lisa pulled his easel over to the bed, put his giant sketchpad on it and pulled out her own pencil. Shay stood there getting more and more nervous by the second.
"Why don't you take your clothes off, Shay."
"Really? I mean, sure, I can do that," he replied. It just hit him she was interested in having sex. He thought to himself about how much of an idiot he always was. He began to rip his clothes off, but Lisa stopped him.
"No, Shay. Do it really slowly. I want to enjoy watching you strip," she said.
Shay pulled his shirt up slowly, exposing his stomach as he went. Lisa saw that he had tiny nipple rings in both nipples. She could see he had well defined abdomen muscles, which were also tan like his face and neck. As he finally lost the shirt she could see how perfect his musculature looked. He wasn't overly muscular, but he was toned everywhere.
"Go ahead and take your pants off, Shay." Lisa stared at him without blinking. As he turned bright red she felt herself getting damp. She was having mini fantasies of raping him while she watched him strip.
He unbuckled his belt and then unbuttoned his pants. He undid the zipper, which took a little extra skill because of how tight that area had become. As he pulled his pants down Lisa watched with fascination as his bulge came into view. He had on white briefs. Lisa liked the way she could see almost everything under the white fabric after he pulled his pants down.
When he had the pants off Lisa had him turn around a couple of times. Shay was getting more comfortable, so when she told him to put his back to her he did not hesitate. She got up off the bed and walked over to him. He could hear her steps as she crossed the short distance.
Lisa walked up until she was almost pressed against him with every part of her body. She stroked his covered ass cheeks with her right hand and reached around with her left hand to run her fingers over his chest. She whispered into Shay's ear, "What would you like to do now?"
She was delighted to feel goosebumps all over his body when she nuzzled his neck with her lips and nose. Every time Lisa blew a little on his ears Shay would tremble. She pulled in so that they were spooning standing up.
Lisa took her right hand off of his ass and reached around to feel his throbbing member. It was so hard it felt like a piece of wood or bone. She ran her fingers up and down its length, judging there to be almost nine inches there. She had begun to start dripping by that time. She ran her left hand down and cupped his genitalia just to feel the weight, which was more substantial than she thought it would be.
Shay couldn't take it anymore and turned around. Lisa managed to get his underwear almost all the way off in the maneuver. He grabbed her and began to snatch at her dress while he kissed her. She stopped him just long enough to get it off herself, worried it might get torn. She was back in his arms instantly.
He picked her up in on fluid motion, and she wrapped her legs around his midsection. The desire she was feeling pounded in her head, in her loins and all through her body. He spun them around and braced her against the wall to ease a little of her weight. He was inside her even before they hit that position.
Lisa could feel every ripple and the crown of his manhood as he gently but insistently pushed and pulled them together and apart at the waist. Lisa put her mouth on his collar bone and sucked and bit him as they went. It was all she could do to keep from crying out.
Seconds later her desire not to clue in the neighboring dorms disappeared when she felt her orgasm approaching, and she began first moaning and then screaming, quite loudly. She was reaching her limit and was about to tell him to stop when she felt him stiffen, and then she felt the hot wet warmth he would leave behind inside her. It was even more than she expected, and not for the first time she was slightly grossed out by what felt like a cup of warm goo inside her.
Lisa tapped Shay on the shoulder, and he responded by slowly easing out of her so she could stand on her feet without bending him the wrong way. She wiped sweat from her brow. She looked at his body and couldn't believe how beautiful he was. Looking at him made her horny all over again.
Shay immediately hugged her and kissed her. He was quite passionate, Lisa thought. It was only then that she realized she had only met him a half hour earlier. She felt like she had known him a long time already.
She knew Shay's type, even though she had only read and thought about it. He was the type of guy a girl would fall hard and fast for. He was the type of guy Lisa could fall in love with. The fact she had just had sex with him didn't seem strange at all. She decided she was gonna make Shay do it all over again, but this time slower. It was gonna be a fun semester.
[This was going to be longer and more developed. I promised to put it up last night, so it became very abbreviated when I ran out of consciousness.]
Shay walked over to where she was sitting and she smiled when she noticed him. She gave him an inquisitive look though, the type reserved for interactions with strangers. Shay fixated on her face for a moment, because she had a light frosting of tiny freckles across the top of her cheekbones. The girl cleared her throat really quietly.
"Oh, hi. I hope I'm not bothering you..." he trailed off as if he had forgotten what he wanted to say.
"You're not bothering me," she told him. "What is it?"
"Um, my name is Shay, and you can see I'm an artist. Or, well, if you look over there you can," he gestured toward his easel. "I was just wondering, could I maybe draw you sometime?"
"I'm Lisa, Shay. You're not going to believe this, but I'm an artist too. I tell you what. I'll let you draw me if you'll let me draw you," Lisa said cheerfully.
Shay didn't know how to handle that. He meekly said, "Yes." In his head he had lost all traces of rational thought. Not only was Lisa beautiful, but she had said yes. That came as quite a shock to him.
"Do you want to sit down? We could talk," Lisa told him. Shay didn't answer her, he just sat down on a bench directly across the narrow walkway from the bench she was sitting on. He appeared to be thinking.
Lisa looked at Shay for a long time while he fidgeted nervously. He had on baggy low cut blue jeans and a gray Porno for Pyros t-shirt. He was about 5 feet 10 inches tall, and he weighed a healthy 160 pounds. Lisa noticed there was no fat on him at all. He had light brown hair and a dark complexion, small feet but bigger hands. Lisa thought that was slightly odd. Before Shay sat down she had also noticed his eyes were almost bright green.
"When would be a good time to get together, Lisa?" Shay asked after apparently having an extended conversation with himself.
Lisa was delighted at his nervousness, because it showed an innocence in him. She didn't like guys who were cocky. They were usually only interested in sex, and if they got that it wasn't long before they were gone. She didn't know why they were like that, but she had known a lot of girls who experienced that, besides herself. Those thoughts went through her mind very quickly before she answered, "How about now? Are you busy?"
Lisa loved having sex. She was pretty sure that was all that Shay really wanted, and she hadn't done it in almost three weeks. In fact, that was with a guy who totally fit her profile of cocky and insensitive. He dumped Lisa because he found a girl with less self respect, named Joy, of all things. That meant Joy would let him boss her around and abuse her feelings whenever he felt like it.
Lisa was relieved Shay had approached her. She had been getting almost frantic to replace her last memory of sex. She wasn't promiscuous at all. It bothered her when people chose to label women that way, because they were nothing compared to the shameless men of the world.
Shay looked at her, really looked at her, for the first time since he walked over. Lisa could see that she was right about his eyes being a pronounced green. She could also see he was very shy.
Shay answered her question, "Now would be great." He said it as if he couldn't believe it. He stood up to get his art supplies. Lisa stood up too.
Lisa felt a little thrill run through her stomach. She always got the butterflies when she was about to do something sexy. She really wasn't thinking about the fact that she had just met Shay. There was something about him that made her feel comfortable and safe.
Shay loosened up after they started walking. He asked Lisa a couple of questions about her life. It was all small talk. He found himself looking at her a lot.
Lisa was barely over 5 feet six inches tall. She had black hair and a light skinned complexion and elfish facial features which were very attractive. Her breasts were a full B. She had slender hips, and she was wearing a black, vintage looking dress. That was kind of rare on campus. Most girls wore blue jeans.
They arrived at Shay's dorm building. It was old and expensive, but the rules were lax. Girls were allowed in at all times except between the hours of midnight and 7 a.m. There were only two dorms to each floor, and only six dorms in each building. The two young people went inside.
When they got into Shay's dorm room he put his pad and charcoals down, and urged Lisa to sit on the bed. He began setting up the easel so he could draw her. Lisa almost laughed out loud when she realized he really intended only to draw her. She didn't though. She knew how to stop him from going in that direction and start going in the direction she wanted.
"No, let me draw you first," Lisa told him. Shay looked out of sorts for just a second, but he agreed very quickly. Lisa pulled his easel over to the bed, put his giant sketchpad on it and pulled out her own pencil. Shay stood there getting more and more nervous by the second.
"Why don't you take your clothes off, Shay."
"Really? I mean, sure, I can do that," he replied. It just hit him she was interested in having sex. He thought to himself about how much of an idiot he always was. He began to rip his clothes off, but Lisa stopped him.
"No, Shay. Do it really slowly. I want to enjoy watching you strip," she said.
Shay pulled his shirt up slowly, exposing his stomach as he went. Lisa saw that he had tiny nipple rings in both nipples. She could see he had well defined abdomen muscles, which were also tan like his face and neck. As he finally lost the shirt she could see how perfect his musculature looked. He wasn't overly muscular, but he was toned everywhere.
"Go ahead and take your pants off, Shay." Lisa stared at him without blinking. As he turned bright red she felt herself getting damp. She was having mini fantasies of raping him while she watched him strip.
He unbuckled his belt and then unbuttoned his pants. He undid the zipper, which took a little extra skill because of how tight that area had become. As he pulled his pants down Lisa watched with fascination as his bulge came into view. He had on white briefs. Lisa liked the way she could see almost everything under the white fabric after he pulled his pants down.
When he had the pants off Lisa had him turn around a couple of times. Shay was getting more comfortable, so when she told him to put his back to her he did not hesitate. She got up off the bed and walked over to him. He could hear her steps as she crossed the short distance.
Lisa walked up until she was almost pressed against him with every part of her body. She stroked his covered ass cheeks with her right hand and reached around with her left hand to run her fingers over his chest. She whispered into Shay's ear, "What would you like to do now?"
She was delighted to feel goosebumps all over his body when she nuzzled his neck with her lips and nose. Every time Lisa blew a little on his ears Shay would tremble. She pulled in so that they were spooning standing up.
Lisa took her right hand off of his ass and reached around to feel his throbbing member. It was so hard it felt like a piece of wood or bone. She ran her fingers up and down its length, judging there to be almost nine inches there. She had begun to start dripping by that time. She ran her left hand down and cupped his genitalia just to feel the weight, which was more substantial than she thought it would be.
Shay couldn't take it anymore and turned around. Lisa managed to get his underwear almost all the way off in the maneuver. He grabbed her and began to snatch at her dress while he kissed her. She stopped him just long enough to get it off herself, worried it might get torn. She was back in his arms instantly.
He picked her up in on fluid motion, and she wrapped her legs around his midsection. The desire she was feeling pounded in her head, in her loins and all through her body. He spun them around and braced her against the wall to ease a little of her weight. He was inside her even before they hit that position.
Lisa could feel every ripple and the crown of his manhood as he gently but insistently pushed and pulled them together and apart at the waist. Lisa put her mouth on his collar bone and sucked and bit him as they went. It was all she could do to keep from crying out.
Seconds later her desire not to clue in the neighboring dorms disappeared when she felt her orgasm approaching, and she began first moaning and then screaming, quite loudly. She was reaching her limit and was about to tell him to stop when she felt him stiffen, and then she felt the hot wet warmth he would leave behind inside her. It was even more than she expected, and not for the first time she was slightly grossed out by what felt like a cup of warm goo inside her.
Lisa tapped Shay on the shoulder, and he responded by slowly easing out of her so she could stand on her feet without bending him the wrong way. She wiped sweat from her brow. She looked at his body and couldn't believe how beautiful he was. Looking at him made her horny all over again.
Shay immediately hugged her and kissed her. He was quite passionate, Lisa thought. It was only then that she realized she had only met him a half hour earlier. She felt like she had known him a long time already.
She knew Shay's type, even though she had only read and thought about it. He was the type of guy a girl would fall hard and fast for. He was the type of guy Lisa could fall in love with. The fact she had just had sex with him didn't seem strange at all. She decided she was gonna make Shay do it all over again, but this time slower. It was gonna be a fun semester.
[This was going to be longer and more developed. I promised to put it up last night, so it became very abbreviated when I ran out of consciousness.]
Big Solo Act
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6.08.2009
The Truth
Robin and I had gone hiking in the Kiowa National Grasslands. We parked the truck and walked about five miles in. I knew a spot that overlooked a gorgeous river valley. You could see for miles from the top of the ridge we climbed. There was no sign of people anywhere, for as far as the eye could see. It was just amazing.
I unpacked my backpack so I could get a blanket out for us to lounge on. We sat down and had a glass of wine each, Stag's Leap, that Robin had packed. It was an early afternoon in mid May, and there was a slightly cool feel to the wind that blew over us. It was a day that existed just for happiness.
Robin and I were talking. At first we talked about getting a place in Santa Fe. That's where we met. It was kind of hard though, because Santa Fe had a very high standard of living. The talk turned more personal after that though, more direct.
"Can I undress you?" Robin asked me.
"Of course you can. I'm sure you know how much I'd love it," I answered.
"Put your arms over your head," she told me, "so I can get your shirt off."
She started pulling the bottom hem of my shirt up very slowly. It only took a second for every hair on my body to stand on end. She was brushing her fingers lightly over my skin, which was very ticklish. I couldn't help but squirm as she lifted it slowly up over my midsection.
My flesh started quivering. When she got the shirt up over my chest she pushed me back and started sucking on my right nipple. It felt good, even when she started biting it. She pulled the shirt up until my arms were trapped in it, and I couldn't see through the middle of it.
Robin climbed on top of me and started running her hands all over my ribcage. She alternated between sucking and biting on both of my nipples. Then she reached down and found exactly what she expected to find.
The pants and underwear I had on were extremely uncomfortable as I grew and started throbbing inside the fabric. She used her fingernails like claws, but only to scratch at the denim keeping my source of discomfort confined. The more she lightly scratched at the fabric the more uncomfortable my erection became.
I tried to pull the shirt all the way over my head, but she stopped me. "Just relax," she told me in a sweet tone. "I'm going to take good care of you."
Robin undid the buckle holding my belt in place. She pulled the leather out of the belt loops in one fluid motion. Before I knew what she was doing she had pulled the end of the belt back through the buckle, and pulled it down over my arms. I was too excited to stop her. By that time the idea of it, much less the reality of it, was causing my blood to pound in my ears. She tightened the belt until my arms were held snugly together just at the op of my head.
"Don't struggle. Just relax and focus on what you're feeling," she instructed me in a voice that indicated she had planned it all along. I could feel the sun warm on my exposed flesh. I could hear eagles and the sound of the wind, but when she started unbuttoning my pants all of those things vanished from my awareness.
She got my pants open, and not without a little difficulty pulled them down around my ankles. Robin had me trussed up like a turkey, but not so much so that I felt confined or trapped. She pulled my silk boxer shorts down as well, and made a little whistle when my manhood was finally unbound. It was throbbing so hard I could feel it moving up and down from it's position just above my belly button.
She turned around and straddled me, placing her crotch over my mouth confined in the t-shirt. She smelled wonderful. I wished I could see her, but when she plopped down on top of me it blocked out my view. It was very warm and steamy between her legs. It felt like a dream come true for me, because I love being very close to the feminine essence of the women I adore.
Robin took me in her hands and began playing with me. She was stroking me very gently, but rhythmically and with enough force the pressure began to build. When she noticed she slowed down. That caused me to groan.
"It makes you all purple when I do that," she said fiendishly.
She resumed stroking me, and ground her crotch against my face as she did. She became impatient and told me to take the shirt off. Of course I could, because it was just symbolic anyway. As soon as I pulled it free she placed her sensitive region so closely over my face and mouth I could barely breathe.
I showed Robin just how much getting her off meant to me. The only time I lost pace was when her attentions to me caused enough pleasure to make concentrating impossible. Both of those times she said "Don't stop" so urgently it snapped me back into focus. It went on for another few minutes, because she had never been fast.
Feeling her shake as she reached orgasm was more than enough to make it worth it. Something about being with a woman who has totally lost motor functions from pleasure is so raw and powerful it feeds a great fire in my stomach to make it happen. And I intended to bring her there again, immediately after she got off me.
I was completely blind with desire by that time. I kicked off my shoes and boxers in an instant. I pulled her close to me and laid her down on the blanket. A cloud passed over the sun, and every now and then some dried vegetation would float past on the breeze.
I pulled her ankles up and pushed them down on either side of her head, anchoring them in place with my shoulders. My weight made it impossible for her to move. The position also held her wide open for me. By bracing my knees against my upper body I could drive in and out of her with perfect precision. I liked to put my face right next to hers so I could whisper in her ear, kiss her and lick at her earlobes. I love being very close during love making.
Every in stroke my shaved upper groin area slapped her clitoris with a little smacking sound, a sound only possible between two people who prefer to be clean shaven. Every out stroke I would pull all the way out, just slightly. She would say open for a split second, and I could see inside her. When her muscles resumed control she closed again, and that's when I would drive back into her. She seemed to be unable to handle it.
Robin climaxed twice more before I did. By that time we were both worn out. We fell backwards onto the blanket and looked at the sky, breathing so heavily it was like we just ran five miles. I tried to touch her, but she was so spent she just pushed my hand away. I sat up to get some water out of my pack.
I saw a little reflection way down in the valley, probably a mile away. I grabbed my binoculars at the same time I grabbed the water. I saw an ancient brown skinned man watching us from a burro he was sitting on. I laughed. Robin asked me what I laughed at, and I told her I was just happy. I told her the truth.
[[Please excuse any errors. I am tired and soon to sleep.]]
I unpacked my backpack so I could get a blanket out for us to lounge on. We sat down and had a glass of wine each, Stag's Leap, that Robin had packed. It was an early afternoon in mid May, and there was a slightly cool feel to the wind that blew over us. It was a day that existed just for happiness.
Robin and I were talking. At first we talked about getting a place in Santa Fe. That's where we met. It was kind of hard though, because Santa Fe had a very high standard of living. The talk turned more personal after that though, more direct.
"Can I undress you?" Robin asked me.
"Of course you can. I'm sure you know how much I'd love it," I answered.
"Put your arms over your head," she told me, "so I can get your shirt off."
She started pulling the bottom hem of my shirt up very slowly. It only took a second for every hair on my body to stand on end. She was brushing her fingers lightly over my skin, which was very ticklish. I couldn't help but squirm as she lifted it slowly up over my midsection.
My flesh started quivering. When she got the shirt up over my chest she pushed me back and started sucking on my right nipple. It felt good, even when she started biting it. She pulled the shirt up until my arms were trapped in it, and I couldn't see through the middle of it.
Robin climbed on top of me and started running her hands all over my ribcage. She alternated between sucking and biting on both of my nipples. Then she reached down and found exactly what she expected to find.
The pants and underwear I had on were extremely uncomfortable as I grew and started throbbing inside the fabric. She used her fingernails like claws, but only to scratch at the denim keeping my source of discomfort confined. The more she lightly scratched at the fabric the more uncomfortable my erection became.
I tried to pull the shirt all the way over my head, but she stopped me. "Just relax," she told me in a sweet tone. "I'm going to take good care of you."
Robin undid the buckle holding my belt in place. She pulled the leather out of the belt loops in one fluid motion. Before I knew what she was doing she had pulled the end of the belt back through the buckle, and pulled it down over my arms. I was too excited to stop her. By that time the idea of it, much less the reality of it, was causing my blood to pound in my ears. She tightened the belt until my arms were held snugly together just at the op of my head.
"Don't struggle. Just relax and focus on what you're feeling," she instructed me in a voice that indicated she had planned it all along. I could feel the sun warm on my exposed flesh. I could hear eagles and the sound of the wind, but when she started unbuttoning my pants all of those things vanished from my awareness.
She got my pants open, and not without a little difficulty pulled them down around my ankles. Robin had me trussed up like a turkey, but not so much so that I felt confined or trapped. She pulled my silk boxer shorts down as well, and made a little whistle when my manhood was finally unbound. It was throbbing so hard I could feel it moving up and down from it's position just above my belly button.
She turned around and straddled me, placing her crotch over my mouth confined in the t-shirt. She smelled wonderful. I wished I could see her, but when she plopped down on top of me it blocked out my view. It was very warm and steamy between her legs. It felt like a dream come true for me, because I love being very close to the feminine essence of the women I adore.
Robin took me in her hands and began playing with me. She was stroking me very gently, but rhythmically and with enough force the pressure began to build. When she noticed she slowed down. That caused me to groan.
"It makes you all purple when I do that," she said fiendishly.
She resumed stroking me, and ground her crotch against my face as she did. She became impatient and told me to take the shirt off. Of course I could, because it was just symbolic anyway. As soon as I pulled it free she placed her sensitive region so closely over my face and mouth I could barely breathe.
I showed Robin just how much getting her off meant to me. The only time I lost pace was when her attentions to me caused enough pleasure to make concentrating impossible. Both of those times she said "Don't stop" so urgently it snapped me back into focus. It went on for another few minutes, because she had never been fast.
Feeling her shake as she reached orgasm was more than enough to make it worth it. Something about being with a woman who has totally lost motor functions from pleasure is so raw and powerful it feeds a great fire in my stomach to make it happen. And I intended to bring her there again, immediately after she got off me.
I was completely blind with desire by that time. I kicked off my shoes and boxers in an instant. I pulled her close to me and laid her down on the blanket. A cloud passed over the sun, and every now and then some dried vegetation would float past on the breeze.
I pulled her ankles up and pushed them down on either side of her head, anchoring them in place with my shoulders. My weight made it impossible for her to move. The position also held her wide open for me. By bracing my knees against my upper body I could drive in and out of her with perfect precision. I liked to put my face right next to hers so I could whisper in her ear, kiss her and lick at her earlobes. I love being very close during love making.
Every in stroke my shaved upper groin area slapped her clitoris with a little smacking sound, a sound only possible between two people who prefer to be clean shaven. Every out stroke I would pull all the way out, just slightly. She would say open for a split second, and I could see inside her. When her muscles resumed control she closed again, and that's when I would drive back into her. She seemed to be unable to handle it.
Robin climaxed twice more before I did. By that time we were both worn out. We fell backwards onto the blanket and looked at the sky, breathing so heavily it was like we just ran five miles. I tried to touch her, but she was so spent she just pushed my hand away. I sat up to get some water out of my pack.
I saw a little reflection way down in the valley, probably a mile away. I grabbed my binoculars at the same time I grabbed the water. I saw an ancient brown skinned man watching us from a burro he was sitting on. I laughed. Robin asked me what I laughed at, and I told her I was just happy. I told her the truth.
[[Please excuse any errors. I am tired and soon to sleep.]]
6.07.2009
Dinner
We were talking about the weather.
My girlfriend's name was Jessica.
She had sandy brown hair that was straight and full.
It hung down around her shoulders.
The tips made it just to the tops of her breasts.
She had on a sun dress, and her tan made her look
so alive.
We were eating at a restaurant called The Wharf
On the edge of Lake Pontchartrain.
The place was full of people.
I looked at Jessica and smiled.
She gave me a pitiful look back, and tried to look comfy.
She wiggled in her seat just a little bit.
I gave her a mischievous wink
And right then she jumped just a little.
"What's wrong, Jessica? Is something bothering you?"
The place was full, but sort of quiet.
Everyone at the surrounding tables heard us.
"No, nothing's bo -- ohh -- thering me,"
She said unconvincingly.
I smiled very sweetly, if a little smug.
Jessica was holding a little toy we had.
It was a remarkable little thing.
It was two little balls with tails,
and they had little vinyl strings attached.
She was holding them in two very personal places,
Places that distinctly transmitted powerful signals to the brain
Of a very naughty nature..
She looked very flush.
I could see her nipples standing up stiff and swollen
Against the inside of her sun dress.
I turned up the dial on our little toy
so the little swimmers would burrow as deep
as they could,
humming and spinning against the warmth and the heat.
Jessica began gasping, but she was trying to control it.
As the people at the other tables noticed something was happening
She became bright red and sweat beaded on her forehead.
I turned the dial down a little bit for us to order.
When that was over I turned my attention to my entertainment.
"I'm going to put it on random and turn it up.
I'll turn it off after you scream a couple of times,"
I told her with a little thrill.
Jessica whimpered and looked at me pleadingly.
She was all mine.
We both loved that.
I intended to pleasure her
Until she couldn't make her legs move.
Isn't love grand?
My girlfriend's name was Jessica.
She had sandy brown hair that was straight and full.
It hung down around her shoulders.
The tips made it just to the tops of her breasts.
She had on a sun dress, and her tan made her look
so alive.
We were eating at a restaurant called The Wharf
On the edge of Lake Pontchartrain.
The place was full of people.
I looked at Jessica and smiled.
She gave me a pitiful look back, and tried to look comfy.
She wiggled in her seat just a little bit.
I gave her a mischievous wink
And right then she jumped just a little.
"What's wrong, Jessica? Is something bothering you?"
The place was full, but sort of quiet.
Everyone at the surrounding tables heard us.
"No, nothing's bo -- ohh -- thering me,"
She said unconvincingly.
I smiled very sweetly, if a little smug.
Jessica was holding a little toy we had.
It was a remarkable little thing.
It was two little balls with tails,
and they had little vinyl strings attached.
She was holding them in two very personal places,
Places that distinctly transmitted powerful signals to the brain
Of a very naughty nature..
She looked very flush.
I could see her nipples standing up stiff and swollen
Against the inside of her sun dress.
I turned up the dial on our little toy
so the little swimmers would burrow as deep
as they could,
humming and spinning against the warmth and the heat.
Jessica began gasping, but she was trying to control it.
As the people at the other tables noticed something was happening
She became bright red and sweat beaded on her forehead.
I turned the dial down a little bit for us to order.
When that was over I turned my attention to my entertainment.
"I'm going to put it on random and turn it up.
I'll turn it off after you scream a couple of times,"
I told her with a little thrill.
Jessica whimpered and looked at me pleadingly.
She was all mine.
We both loved that.
I intended to pleasure her
Until she couldn't make her legs move.
Isn't love grand?
My Girl
I was sitting there with my favorite girl in the world.
She was so beautiful.
Maybe her hair wasn't perfect
It always looked like she had just gotten out of bed
Which was often true.
The breeze was blowing out of the southwest
A warm dry wind.
She had a t-shirt on
It was a not fade away
but it was old and thin
I could just see the outline of her nipples beneath it
When she saw me looking she flushed slightly and smiled
She had a way of making me feel
like there was no way I could ever think of anything else
but having sex with her
but life has to keep happening somehow
or that's what I was telling myself as we leaned across the patio table
as though we had only one mind
She wanted to kiss me
but I bit her lower lip
and a little bit harder than I intended to
She got mad and pulled back
into a pout and huffed, and flipped her hair and refused to look at me
so I tried to grab her
which she resisted admirably
until we both just hugged
and looked out of our little sheltered nook
at the world flying past us, everything changing
jets moving across the sky
information traveling at the speed of light
one second following the last one
like waves of the ocean, rocking silently
a babe in a mother's arms
a vast and hidden landscape of thoughts twisting back in upon themselves
winding down into infinity
just out of sight beneath the surface
of conversations
I held her tightly.
I promised her I would keep her safe
And that I would love her forever, no matter what
Both things were completely true when I said them
But some promises cannot be kept
and we all die, or our bodies do anyway, for sure
We stopped worrying about anything else but each other
and nobody was meant to see our love]
and nobody will
She was so beautiful.
Maybe her hair wasn't perfect
It always looked like she had just gotten out of bed
Which was often true.
The breeze was blowing out of the southwest
A warm dry wind.
She had a t-shirt on
It was a not fade away
but it was old and thin
I could just see the outline of her nipples beneath it
When she saw me looking she flushed slightly and smiled
She had a way of making me feel
like there was no way I could ever think of anything else
but having sex with her
but life has to keep happening somehow
or that's what I was telling myself as we leaned across the patio table
as though we had only one mind
She wanted to kiss me
but I bit her lower lip
and a little bit harder than I intended to
She got mad and pulled back
into a pout and huffed, and flipped her hair and refused to look at me
so I tried to grab her
which she resisted admirably
until we both just hugged
and looked out of our little sheltered nook
at the world flying past us, everything changing
jets moving across the sky
information traveling at the speed of light
one second following the last one
like waves of the ocean, rocking silently
a babe in a mother's arms
a vast and hidden landscape of thoughts twisting back in upon themselves
winding down into infinity
just out of sight beneath the surface
of conversations
I held her tightly.
I promised her I would keep her safe
And that I would love her forever, no matter what
Both things were completely true when I said them
But some promises cannot be kept
and we all die, or our bodies do anyway, for sure
We stopped worrying about anything else but each other
and nobody was meant to see our love]
and nobody will
Firefly Morena
Quantity is not always quality.
So Star Trek TNG had who, again? Deanna Troy? And Weed Space 9 had Kiera, but the plot line for Mendel Rottenberry's shows always got so tiresome. (the shallow-deep view of science fiction episodic theater)
2001
That was the year I created a website archiving a large portion of my poetry. It was probably 70% of it, at that time. I rewrote some of the material while I was drunk, plain and simple. I didn't make it better in any way, regardless of what I was doing or thinking at the time. That's why I started restoring it all.
There's been a fair amount of controversy over some of my work. By the time I put together Wax on the Altar and Cinnamon and Cyanide I had become desperate for recognition. I decided that the best way to draw attention to myself was to create shocking material. It worked. Everyone who read the compilations had a negative reaction, sometimes extremely negative reactions. It became notorious as fucking terrible. I used those reactions to bring attention to my good stuff, and in that light it was successful.
People hate a lot of my writing. I get that. I will not, however, say I was wrong to write it. My life has been incredibly boring (from my perspective). The things I write about are nothing like my life. Words are just a big game to me. I can make simple words seem kinky, and kinky words seem normal. I can write fiction people would never suspect wasn't true, and non-fiction that nobody would ever believe. That's what I do. I am proud of it, because it is the greatest gift God gave me.
I'm not done writing new material, nor has hundreds of pages of old material ever been available for people to see. As long as I am able to, physically and mentally, then this is what I do. I love it. Anyone who doesn't understand what I do would do well to leave it alone. You won't change the words, you won't change the truth and you won't change me. I certainly don't qualify as a "sloppy faggot" as some have said.
I love girls. I can't even describe how much I enjoy being with a member of the opposite sex. When I have a good relationship I never want it to end. I never want to get out of bed and get dressed. I never want to stop the pillow talk, because for me their is no higher pleasure in life.
That's pretty much all I had to say.
Have a nice night, if you're in the Western hemisphere.
Good morning and good day to you overseas.
There's been a fair amount of controversy over some of my work. By the time I put together Wax on the Altar and Cinnamon and Cyanide I had become desperate for recognition. I decided that the best way to draw attention to myself was to create shocking material. It worked. Everyone who read the compilations had a negative reaction, sometimes extremely negative reactions. It became notorious as fucking terrible. I used those reactions to bring attention to my good stuff, and in that light it was successful.
People hate a lot of my writing. I get that. I will not, however, say I was wrong to write it. My life has been incredibly boring (from my perspective). The things I write about are nothing like my life. Words are just a big game to me. I can make simple words seem kinky, and kinky words seem normal. I can write fiction people would never suspect wasn't true, and non-fiction that nobody would ever believe. That's what I do. I am proud of it, because it is the greatest gift God gave me.
I'm not done writing new material, nor has hundreds of pages of old material ever been available for people to see. As long as I am able to, physically and mentally, then this is what I do. I love it. Anyone who doesn't understand what I do would do well to leave it alone. You won't change the words, you won't change the truth and you won't change me. I certainly don't qualify as a "sloppy faggot" as some have said.
I love girls. I can't even describe how much I enjoy being with a member of the opposite sex. When I have a good relationship I never want it to end. I never want to get out of bed and get dressed. I never want to stop the pillow talk, because for me their is no higher pleasure in life.
That's pretty much all I had to say.
Have a nice night, if you're in the Western hemisphere.
Good morning and good day to you overseas.
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