Xmas can't come fast enough
After an extremely long week at work it is finally time to put the feet up, relax and reflect on what has been quite an eventful year in the life of bhp. Hang-on.. thats next week.. Still have to get through Xmas day and the ensuing carnage that this time of year demands. Hmmm.
Well atleast the menu is arranged. All the shopping done.
It's Friday night, I'm home alone, and the bath is drawing.
I'm a little distracted by it's steamy allure.
An oversized glass of Cloudy Bay Pinot to keep me company.
On top of that it's just the delicious thought of a lovely vixen by the baths edge, languidly stroking my supple member to its heaving, erect state.
I think I might just slip into that bath right now.. and wait.
For you to join me.
Friday 23 December 2011
Sunday 18 December 2011
friendship
the ins and outs
part vi
I took my turn perched on the benches edge as D stood in front of me.
Ever so gently she began to raise her dress, silky smooth thighs revealed themselves to me, and then a tiny piece of lace appeared, teasingly separating me from my want. Further up her dress rose, over hip and taut belly. I recall thinking in this moment that this was the most beautiful creature on Earth. I said as much. D smiled, knowingly, and began to sway at the hip. A truly hypnotic vision, I may well have drooled a little. 'Off'' she said, pointing at the lace. I fingered the elastic strings that bound her hips and stripped her of the damp G, falling easily to the floor under the extra weight. Without hesitation she stepped out of them and pressed her near clean shaven mound, hard into my face. Her hands clawed at my scalp, reefing my hair as I buried my face into her. I've not tasted sweeter. I tired to breathe, but inhaled only D. I nibbled on her, lapped licked and sucked on her lips, working my way to her button, I latched on pulling her into me, rhythmically, feeding on her moans of approval, her swollen, saturated, lustfilled cunt, so beautiful in its ready and willing state. I supped on her further, inhaling her all intoxicating scent, and pushed into her with fingers bent. Without the company of friends to hold her back D expressed her pleasure more readily, much to my delight. She began to fuck my face, literally, my fingers definitely finding their mark. Her hands gripped me tight, there was no escaping this honey trap. I sensed her building to orgasm as my steady probing began to take its toll. I was short of breath, and just as I felt as though I was about to pass out through lack of oxygen D pulled herself away, resting briefly, hunched over, propped up on my shoulders she proclaimed 'Thats enough' and slammed me back against the bench. Within a second she had straddled me and grabbed my cock. Hovering over me for a further second before dousing my throbbing head in her slickness. My meat now ached from hardness and denial. She did not hesitate one second longer, plunging herself down on me with force and a cry. The light began to blur as D ground into me. I've never felt so connected to any one thing. Deep inside another part of her opened up to me and unleashed some otherworldly sensations. Between gasps and almost pained breaths we kissed.. our mouths mirroring the connection below. My hands mapped the pendulum movements of D's ass, the contours of her lower back, before returning to her hips. 'Fuck me' I begged 'Come for me' She picked up her pace and did just that. Her throws became more deliberate, more violent, her breathing more sporadic, a staccato rasping, she drew my head into her breast, looked up out beyond the flickering bulb, and began to let go entirely. I held her firm, her supple body tensed, breathe, pump, thrust, squeezed the very essence of lust, as it came out of her in a tremendous gush. Inhale, exhale, she wailed convulsing wildly on my dick, her climax filtering out through all her pores. 'Fuck'.. fuck indeed. I let her breathe and marvelled in the cloying affection of one such as she, in a moment such as this, punch drunk and overdosed on bliss. This is what I treasured most.
end part vi
the ins and outs
part vi
I took my turn perched on the benches edge as D stood in front of me.
Ever so gently she began to raise her dress, silky smooth thighs revealed themselves to me, and then a tiny piece of lace appeared, teasingly separating me from my want. Further up her dress rose, over hip and taut belly. I recall thinking in this moment that this was the most beautiful creature on Earth. I said as much. D smiled, knowingly, and began to sway at the hip. A truly hypnotic vision, I may well have drooled a little. 'Off'' she said, pointing at the lace. I fingered the elastic strings that bound her hips and stripped her of the damp G, falling easily to the floor under the extra weight. Without hesitation she stepped out of them and pressed her near clean shaven mound, hard into my face. Her hands clawed at my scalp, reefing my hair as I buried my face into her. I've not tasted sweeter. I tired to breathe, but inhaled only D. I nibbled on her, lapped licked and sucked on her lips, working my way to her button, I latched on pulling her into me, rhythmically, feeding on her moans of approval, her swollen, saturated, lustfilled cunt, so beautiful in its ready and willing state. I supped on her further, inhaling her all intoxicating scent, and pushed into her with fingers bent. Without the company of friends to hold her back D expressed her pleasure more readily, much to my delight. She began to fuck my face, literally, my fingers definitely finding their mark. Her hands gripped me tight, there was no escaping this honey trap. I sensed her building to orgasm as my steady probing began to take its toll. I was short of breath, and just as I felt as though I was about to pass out through lack of oxygen D pulled herself away, resting briefly, hunched over, propped up on my shoulders she proclaimed 'Thats enough' and slammed me back against the bench. Within a second she had straddled me and grabbed my cock. Hovering over me for a further second before dousing my throbbing head in her slickness. My meat now ached from hardness and denial. She did not hesitate one second longer, plunging herself down on me with force and a cry. The light began to blur as D ground into me. I've never felt so connected to any one thing. Deep inside another part of her opened up to me and unleashed some otherworldly sensations. Between gasps and almost pained breaths we kissed.. our mouths mirroring the connection below. My hands mapped the pendulum movements of D's ass, the contours of her lower back, before returning to her hips. 'Fuck me' I begged 'Come for me' She picked up her pace and did just that. Her throws became more deliberate, more violent, her breathing more sporadic, a staccato rasping, she drew my head into her breast, looked up out beyond the flickering bulb, and began to let go entirely. I held her firm, her supple body tensed, breathe, pump, thrust, squeezed the very essence of lust, as it came out of her in a tremendous gush. Inhale, exhale, she wailed convulsing wildly on my dick, her climax filtering out through all her pores. 'Fuck'.. fuck indeed. I let her breathe and marvelled in the cloying affection of one such as she, in a moment such as this, punch drunk and overdosed on bliss. This is what I treasured most.
end part vi
Saturday 17 December 2011
Seeking the unobtainable?
thoughts on attachment
In a recent chat with a lovely friend of mine we came about the discussion of commitment and relationships, and whether it is possible to sustain such things, for the greater good, particularly when every fibre of being is pulling you in your own direction.
Is commitment and sustainability an option in an ever self-ingratiating society?
Can one commit oneself, wholy and with confidence, without attaching oneself to the outcome, and placing too much emphasis on those things that have not yet eventuated. Because to do so sets in motion a pattern, a learned behaviour, an almost inevitable outcome, a self fulfilling prophecy.
Is it possible to just be? To just be in the moment?
To be committed yet unattached?
My dear friend claimed this to be an oxymoron. And while I would admit to many moronic traits and tendancies, I do believe it possible. (atleast thats what I tell myself- that it is possible- because for me it has to be)
While I am no expert, at anything, I have ventured around the block once or twice and have unwittingly learnt something along the way, and that is - what works for me.
During times of great desperation, those times when a tactile control of my situation was out of reach, those times when confusion, indecision and indifference reign (but not through a lack of want, or a desire for betterment and contentedness, just because sometimes life appears to me this way), in times like this, I have found, that the first step forward needs to be prompted by one important realisation..
An acceptance of what 'IS'.
In this practice I have found a great deal of relief, and light, and focus.
Things just are.
There is only a certain amount of influence I can have over my space. The rest is determined by an infinite amount of other randomness. Unfathomable in its range of possibility. Things happen just because. And sometimes nothing happens at all. Seldom does it happen the way I planned it, or wish it to.
Accepting that things just are/were/will be, is the first step to a freedom that allows me to commit myself without attachment.
I have also learnt to hope less, much less, as in not at all. Hope breeds in me the unnecessary and usually unfulfillable expectations that I place on my relationships, whenever I decide to commit. I realise now that it is totally unfair to ask so much, particularly of the unknown, of an uncertain future. All I really possess is the ability to enjoy this very moment, or not.
Hope has hurt me, or more precisely misled me, And in my experience come to very little, if anything, except to assist in division and derision.
It occurs to me that hope is another brand of worry, which can (not all the time, but most often) manifest itself in me as stress. And to stress about events that have not even come to pass is futile, harmful, toxic even, not to mention a complete waste of very useful energy. Energy that would be far better spent looking for, dissecting and enjoying the minutia of the moment I am in. Not focussing on the 'when' or the 'in future' or for that matter the 'back then'.
For me, reminiscing is just as damaging as hope. Bedfellows if you like. Nasty ones. Not the good nasty.. but the bad.
I have learnt to reminisce as little as possible, and if I do, I balance the books these days.
By nature I think we choose to remember the good times, the sugar coated details, thats how we are wired. I now try to note the bad as well. In doing so I truly believe that I am breaking a pattern. I find that this has helped me greatly reduce my attachment to the future, and what might be. An ideal world is for me a totally different dimension, and not one that is readily accessible to me in this current state. But it is accessible to me in this current moment. By having no attachment to the outcome.
I wont go into the exact detail of my situation, but I have found that by adhering as closely as possible to these principles, believing in them, concentrating on this precious moment, instead of what may be over the horizon, or what was back in the day, has enabled me a far greater freedom to be, and vitally, to let others be. Important and relevant others.
In practice, it has enabled another perspective to open up to me. One that isn't directly influenced by emotion, which in my eyes is tight and ringfenced. I can only describe it as a wider view, with more space, into which I can move, or create, or even invite something or someone.
This has been my experience, and I feel all the better for it. For sure it is difficult and it does take alot of discipline, but with practice it becomes easier.
Some might read this post quite literally and see me as being rather pessimistic, giving up hope and reminiscence... But I see it in quite the opposite light.
Horses for courses I suppose.
I'm always interested in hearing how others manage to deal with expectation and attachment and commitment etc. So if you care to throw in your 2 cents worth, please feel free.
thoughts on attachment
In a recent chat with a lovely friend of mine we came about the discussion of commitment and relationships, and whether it is possible to sustain such things, for the greater good, particularly when every fibre of being is pulling you in your own direction.
Is commitment and sustainability an option in an ever self-ingratiating society?
Can one commit oneself, wholy and with confidence, without attaching oneself to the outcome, and placing too much emphasis on those things that have not yet eventuated. Because to do so sets in motion a pattern, a learned behaviour, an almost inevitable outcome, a self fulfilling prophecy.
Is it possible to just be? To just be in the moment?
To be committed yet unattached?
My dear friend claimed this to be an oxymoron. And while I would admit to many moronic traits and tendancies, I do believe it possible. (atleast thats what I tell myself- that it is possible- because for me it has to be)
While I am no expert, at anything, I have ventured around the block once or twice and have unwittingly learnt something along the way, and that is - what works for me.
During times of great desperation, those times when a tactile control of my situation was out of reach, those times when confusion, indecision and indifference reign (but not through a lack of want, or a desire for betterment and contentedness, just because sometimes life appears to me this way), in times like this, I have found, that the first step forward needs to be prompted by one important realisation..
An acceptance of what 'IS'.
In this practice I have found a great deal of relief, and light, and focus.
Things just are.
There is only a certain amount of influence I can have over my space. The rest is determined by an infinite amount of other randomness. Unfathomable in its range of possibility. Things happen just because. And sometimes nothing happens at all. Seldom does it happen the way I planned it, or wish it to.
Accepting that things just are/were/will be, is the first step to a freedom that allows me to commit myself without attachment.
I have also learnt to hope less, much less, as in not at all. Hope breeds in me the unnecessary and usually unfulfillable expectations that I place on my relationships, whenever I decide to commit. I realise now that it is totally unfair to ask so much, particularly of the unknown, of an uncertain future. All I really possess is the ability to enjoy this very moment, or not.
Hope has hurt me, or more precisely misled me, And in my experience come to very little, if anything, except to assist in division and derision.
It occurs to me that hope is another brand of worry, which can (not all the time, but most often) manifest itself in me as stress. And to stress about events that have not even come to pass is futile, harmful, toxic even, not to mention a complete waste of very useful energy. Energy that would be far better spent looking for, dissecting and enjoying the minutia of the moment I am in. Not focussing on the 'when' or the 'in future' or for that matter the 'back then'.
For me, reminiscing is just as damaging as hope. Bedfellows if you like. Nasty ones. Not the good nasty.. but the bad.
I have learnt to reminisce as little as possible, and if I do, I balance the books these days.
By nature I think we choose to remember the good times, the sugar coated details, thats how we are wired. I now try to note the bad as well. In doing so I truly believe that I am breaking a pattern. I find that this has helped me greatly reduce my attachment to the future, and what might be. An ideal world is for me a totally different dimension, and not one that is readily accessible to me in this current state. But it is accessible to me in this current moment. By having no attachment to the outcome.
I wont go into the exact detail of my situation, but I have found that by adhering as closely as possible to these principles, believing in them, concentrating on this precious moment, instead of what may be over the horizon, or what was back in the day, has enabled me a far greater freedom to be, and vitally, to let others be. Important and relevant others.
In practice, it has enabled another perspective to open up to me. One that isn't directly influenced by emotion, which in my eyes is tight and ringfenced. I can only describe it as a wider view, with more space, into which I can move, or create, or even invite something or someone.
This has been my experience, and I feel all the better for it. For sure it is difficult and it does take alot of discipline, but with practice it becomes easier.
Some might read this post quite literally and see me as being rather pessimistic, giving up hope and reminiscence... But I see it in quite the opposite light.
Horses for courses I suppose.
I'm always interested in hearing how others manage to deal with expectation and attachment and commitment etc. So if you care to throw in your 2 cents worth, please feel free.
Thursday 8 December 2011
friendship
the ins and outs
part v
The next few frames, lasting an eternity, are etched deeply in my minds eye.
All I want is to feel the touch of her tongue, the warmth and acceptance of her open mouth. She bites at my thickened meat playfully. I'm losing patience, losing my mind.
She cups my now laden balls and clamps down with her teeth, just behind the ridge of my crown. Her heated breath permeates the elasticised cotton, into the very core of my desire.
I've excercised enough restraint.
'Stop teasing me'.
She glances up, meeting my near tormented gaze, flashes her effortless smile, licks her lips and with both hands opens up her prize.
I dont recall my dick ever feeling heavier. It spills out, collecting D firmly on the cheek. "Whoa". D plants a hand around the base of my shaft and with the other starts a gentle tug.
A sense of relief ripples through me at once. Blood rushes in further.
"Oh my god". She pulls my skin as best she can over my swollen head, and flicks her tongue over what little of it remains exposed. I'm not sure how to cope.
She starts to tug with a little more intent, bringing my dick to an arching salute. She pumps it, fully exposing the swollen purple head.. She pushes her tongue into the eye, sending shock waves through my stomach and thighs.
Bliss overwhelms me as her outstretched mouth envelopes... just the crown.. but it feels... so... damn... good.
Right then I resist the urge to grip the back of her neck, and force my way in.
I really have to fight it though.
D however, can sense the immediacy required and works her way on. I watch in amazement as her lips glide smoothly down the length of my meat. I squirm with delight as she expertly kneads my balls. I dont want this to end. She beats a delightful rhythm along it's length.
Such a good girl.
At one point during the inward journey, I cant help but push in all the way, that extra inch, the thickest part. She does well to disguise a gag, and then carrys on with more determination. These obscenely delicious moments seem to last forever. But its time to fuck.
I pull out of her luscious mouth and lift D to her feet. We kiss deeply while she continues tugging on me.
end part v
Monday 28 November 2011
Tuesday 22 November 2011
friendship
the ins and outs
part III
the ins and outs
part III
From there things started to get a little out of hand. We were less concerned with hiding our desires, more intent on exploring eachothers bodies, and boundaries. Booze did play a considerable part, as inhibitions fell away. We enjoyed a veritable feast of local specialties but my appetite was directed solely on D, and tasting her, properly, fucking her, with my fingers, my tongue, my hard cock, my whole… anything I had at my disposal. It was all consuming.
Several times throughout dinner we met onroute to, or at the toilets, purposefully but not obviously. It was on the first of these rendezvous that we kissed for the first time. Deeply. Passionately. Occasionally frantic and forceful. Years of slow burning attraction instantly ignited into a volcanic lust. And she would bite. At one point she reached down and grabbed at my crotch, tracing the contour of my hardening meat, she pulled away from our embrace looked into my eyes and queried all too knowingly “So you do like me”.. to this I nodded and replied simply ‘Very much’.. before she lunged forward, locking lips once again. We pashed until we thought it wise to return to the table.
My mind started to race.. literally.. a myriad of devious scenarios flashing through the very forefront of my mind. From what I gathered, D was pretty much up for anything, and that was a prospect that excited me greatly.
At no point did I consider that this might jeopardise our friendship... besides, it was far too late to turn back now.
We had to fuck.
At no point did I consider that this might jeopardise our friendship... besides, it was far too late to turn back now.
We had to fuck.
After the obligatory under the table fondling, a dessert of cheese, fruit and a couple more drinks, it was near time to depart. I had only one thing in mind, however it was suggested that we head back into town for a few drinks with the rest of our new found friends. I couldn't really refuse, although I did baulk at the idea.
All I wanted, was bits of me inside bits of D.
All I wanted, was bits of me inside bits of D.
The ride back was very much the same. D once again lodged herself firmly onto my hand as I probed her various channels as intrusively as my digits allowed. It dawned on me in this moment, just how spectacularly dirty this friend of mine must be, to allow, even encourage such behaviour. There existed in my nether regions a serious aching now. I was near breaking point.
Our designated driver was not inclined to drink, so he dropped us off at a popular watering hole a few blocks from the hotel. Other divers were seated on the terrace enjoying the late summer evening atmosphere over some pretty potent cocktails. We joined them, but I was far too preoccupied with my unfolding fantasy to contribute any valuable conversation. A little drunk too.
D is a social butterfly, in her element in these situations, however she was feeling the effects of the grog even more so than I. She would continually cast an eye in my direction while mingling, as if waiting for a que.
Another round of drinks was about all I could handle. Bidding my farewells I excused myself and gave D a 'come hither' look before walking away. Not one to waste a drop, she downed the remanants of her drink and leapt from the rattan arm chair. Unfortunately, at that precise moment a waiter had been returning from the bar with a full bottle of Absolute, which inevitably ended up on the tiles, in shattering style. It wasn't pretty, but it was pretty fucking funny. I watched D do her best to ease the tension and smooth over the waiter, but he wasn't well impressed so she made a hasty exit. I had a small start on her, but she beckoned me to wait. Once out of view of the terrace I retreated into a dark, covered doorway. She approached and fell straight into my arms. We kissed furiously all the while feeling eachother up, gauging one anothers want.
And this is where the real fun was to begin.
end part III
It was obvious in this moment that we had to get naked.
I told her that we should make a move.. she agreed, then asked where.. 'Lets just walk'.. we did, briskly.. I dragged her along at my own hungry pace. We paused briefly under a tree, a Magestic Palm, I pushed her up against it and pressed into her with my lips, my hips, we kissed, one hand raking at her breast while the other cupped her arse, kneading. I haven't wanted something with such fervour since.. well lets just say some time. Her dress rode up. The public nature of our foray intensified the blood flow to my piece.
I'm well up for a little high risk, plein-air sex, theres just something about it.
But this was a little too exposed.
I dragged my mouth off hers and we continued to walk.
We were only a block and a half from the hotel, but across the road I spied a dimly lit park. A split second later I decided that was where we must be. 'Over there'. She didn't contest.
We crossed the promenade and squeezed through a gate that was neither open nor closed. It was jammed in such a way that folks could enter. Good folk, like us. Once inside I realised we had entered a cemetary. I momentarily recoiled, but then decided to plough on. It was not well manicured, a little overgrown, but as such, a pleasant setting for a quickie atleast. D hadn't suggested it was in bad taste. And my desire to taste her was all too present.
We shortly came across a bench, beneath a sleepy light that glowed just enough to make out the detail on her patterned dress. Our eyes would adjust further in no time. Here we stopped and fed once more on eachothers mouths. Hands wandered with intent. I reaquainted myself with the sodden folds between her thighs.. the object of my desire.. She appreciated the attention.
D then pushed me away and sank down, perching herself on the weathered timber benches edge. Now at eye level with the considerable bulge in my pants, she looked up at me with wide brown eyes.. mouth ajar and lips glistening.. "I've been dying to do this"... just the sight of D's pretty mouth in such proximity made my cock stretch an additional inch or 2, straining for release.
'Have you just' I asked. She flipped open my belt.
"Mmhmm..... it's not like I haven't noticed it before".
She popped the buttons on my fly one by one.
'Oh really'.
She peeled away my jeans enough to expose me.
And there I stood.. in a cemetary, under light, in my briefs and full of wild anticipation...
end part IV
Saturday 19 November 2011
Friday 11 November 2011
Tuesday 8 November 2011
Friendship
the ins and outs
I have not long ago returned from vacation. A vacation that has imprinted indelibly on my mind. This wont be a short post. It can't be. Although it will come in parts. I will recall the events as I remember them... Drawn out and vivid.. for this is how it occurred for me.. how it felt. Picture this if you will.
Along with a few of my closest friends, we had just completed a rather intensive 7 days of literally death defying activity, hurling ourselves out of perfectly good aeroplanes, for no apparent reason, other than to embrace the madness and marvel in the sensation. This is what we do for kicks.
Our sport involves the wearing of rather snug suits that don't leave a hell of a lot to the imagination. This story begins at a precise point during preparations when my closest girlfriend, whom I shall refer to as D, commented fondly on the prominent package I displayed when rigged up for departure. I didn't quite know how to take it, this was my friend here, but she intimated a certain desire, at the same time eyeing me in a way she never had before. Arousal kicked in after a minute pause, and blood inevitably coursed into my piece, making the rig rather uncomfortable.. so I had to adjust. D watched on with delight, without a doubt knowing exactly what was going on, and the effect her words had. Tension wasn't the only thing growing between us. I struggled to put her attentions to the back of my mind as I prepared to place my life in the lap of the gods once more. The promise of a very different euphoria not lost on me.
Later in the day it was her turn to kit up. I scanned every inch of her nubile form as her suit slowly enveloped it. I hadn't noticed, in all these years, just how fit she was. Reasonably tall, sculptured back and shoulder blades, ample natural bossom, a small taut waist line, and a beautifully rounded peach bottom, all accentuated to perfection by the flimsy cotton body suit. My thoughts turned very base. All I could imagine was how delicious it would be to fuck her. To stab her every orifice with my stiff cock. Over and Over and Over. What the hell was going on. When she asked me to help her adjust her rig, I duly obliged. This gave me an opportunity to lay hands on her in places that I never dared dream of...up until now. I strapped her up, she seemed to enjoy the fastening. I checked her rig, and, once cleared, gave her a slap on the bum and a 'You're good to go'... "I sure am" was her direct response, smiling as she turned and walked away from me. Was that an invitation? I started to believe that we may actually get to taste eachother... more importantly.. that I may get to taste her. I felt drunk with excitement, before common sense and pragmatism set back in.
Throughout the day the flirting and innuendo increased, as did physical contact. My head was swimming.
We'd agreed to meet with a crew of fellow divers that evening, for drinks and dinner. There were celebrations to be had. We retreated to our rooms and I showered and shaved. I was tempted to jerk off, so aroused was I, but I refrained. Instead settling for an enthusiastic soaping of my semi erect prick, bringing it to full attention with little effort, just to tease myself. I do so enjoy restraint of all types. While drying off, I checked myself in the mirror and asked myself what I thought I was doing... to which there was no reply.
End Part I
End Part II
the ins and outs
I have not long ago returned from vacation. A vacation that has imprinted indelibly on my mind. This wont be a short post. It can't be. Although it will come in parts. I will recall the events as I remember them... Drawn out and vivid.. for this is how it occurred for me.. how it felt. Picture this if you will.
Along with a few of my closest friends, we had just completed a rather intensive 7 days of literally death defying activity, hurling ourselves out of perfectly good aeroplanes, for no apparent reason, other than to embrace the madness and marvel in the sensation. This is what we do for kicks.
Our sport involves the wearing of rather snug suits that don't leave a hell of a lot to the imagination. This story begins at a precise point during preparations when my closest girlfriend, whom I shall refer to as D, commented fondly on the prominent package I displayed when rigged up for departure. I didn't quite know how to take it, this was my friend here, but she intimated a certain desire, at the same time eyeing me in a way she never had before. Arousal kicked in after a minute pause, and blood inevitably coursed into my piece, making the rig rather uncomfortable.. so I had to adjust. D watched on with delight, without a doubt knowing exactly what was going on, and the effect her words had. Tension wasn't the only thing growing between us. I struggled to put her attentions to the back of my mind as I prepared to place my life in the lap of the gods once more. The promise of a very different euphoria not lost on me.
Later in the day it was her turn to kit up. I scanned every inch of her nubile form as her suit slowly enveloped it. I hadn't noticed, in all these years, just how fit she was. Reasonably tall, sculptured back and shoulder blades, ample natural bossom, a small taut waist line, and a beautifully rounded peach bottom, all accentuated to perfection by the flimsy cotton body suit. My thoughts turned very base. All I could imagine was how delicious it would be to fuck her. To stab her every orifice with my stiff cock. Over and Over and Over. What the hell was going on. When she asked me to help her adjust her rig, I duly obliged. This gave me an opportunity to lay hands on her in places that I never dared dream of...up until now. I strapped her up, she seemed to enjoy the fastening. I checked her rig, and, once cleared, gave her a slap on the bum and a 'You're good to go'... "I sure am" was her direct response, smiling as she turned and walked away from me. Was that an invitation? I started to believe that we may actually get to taste eachother... more importantly.. that I may get to taste her. I felt drunk with excitement, before common sense and pragmatism set back in.
Throughout the day the flirting and innuendo increased, as did physical contact. My head was swimming.
We'd agreed to meet with a crew of fellow divers that evening, for drinks and dinner. There were celebrations to be had. We retreated to our rooms and I showered and shaved. I was tempted to jerk off, so aroused was I, but I refrained. Instead settling for an enthusiastic soaping of my semi erect prick, bringing it to full attention with little effort, just to tease myself. I do so enjoy restraint of all types. While drying off, I checked myself in the mirror and asked myself what I thought I was doing... to which there was no reply.
End Part I
We gathered in the brasserie next to the hotel and downed several devilishly cold beers. D appeared wearing a rather sheer, predominantly aquamarine, patterned chiffon dress, mid thigh, gathered in at the waist by a wide elasticised belt. She looked amazing. With very little make-up, her long cherry black hair tied up and a healthy tan, she appeared to be glowing and fresh. She approached me immediately, as she did I inhaled her perfume. Instantly intoxicated, I commented on how divine she smelled. She accepted the compliment with a warm smile and a “do I”, before prompting me to get her a drink. Being D, she had made no attempt to learn any of the language, quite content to leave it up to others, like me, who could be bothered. But I enjoyed the role.. always have.
I still wasn’t sure what was going on, but something had definitely shifted in her. She was now looking at me with an altogether fiendish expression, a hunger almost, as if she had already decided that she would have me. If I wasn’t peeling out of my skin with excitement she may well have unnerved me. The flirting continued.
We’ve always been close, but now there was a more direct physicality to our communication, and a palpable sense of self control dissipating.. being overwhelmed by a deep seeded, long nurtured and up until now dormant lust. More than want. A requirement. Need.
Our numbers swelled and talk turned to food. I had been recommended a local establishment on the outskirts of town 15 minutes by cab. One of our new found friends kindly offered to drive, although he only had room for 4 others. We had 5. D immediately said she could sit on someones lap, and it was agreed to run the risk. We finished our drinks and made our way to the car. D grabbed me by the arm and held me back a little, ensuring I got in the back seat last. I jumped behind the driver and spread my legs. D climbed in and sat side saddle on my left leg. When she leaned back into me, her right butt cheek pressed into my crotch and she let slip with a little “Ooh”, before rubbing into it with purpose. Needless to say it quickly began to swell. We took off and I was to give directions.
Within a minute D was adjusting her position, I was unaware of what she was up to until she reached behind and grabbed my left hand. She had expertly managed to move aside her g-string, and in one swift action, pressed my fingers into her. Time, my heart and breath, stopped.
I could scarcely believe how saturated she was, even audibly stating ‘holy shit’. 2 fingers slid inside her effortlessly, she began to gyrate and grind down on me. There was so much moisture there I thought for a moment she had already let go. I could barely concentrate on the road or the conversation that was going on, I just wanted to plunder this woman perched right here on my lap. My thumb slipped into her back passage almost unwittingly, almost, and she seemed to go up a gear or two. I was wishing I had more substantial digits to offer up, although whatever I did appeared to be pushing the right buttons. I lost myself in those glorious minutes, and to my utter delight, D was losing it too. As I worked the ridges deep inside her swollen cunt I felt her begin to shudder. She dug her nails into my right arm, wrapped firm around her waist, and gripped tight. Giving her body over to the sensation, a warm flow of liquid escaped her, coating my hand. I could feel her irregular breathing and the jolts of pleasure as her orgasm rippled, radiating out through her entire body. I carried on with my internal massaging, although slowing right down, just to occupy her.
It was so fucking hot in there.
By this stage my dick was like cement and straining to be free of its entrapment. As D pressed into it with her behind, I began to experience a mild insanity, a delirium. If it wasn’t for the present company she would have received a pummelling right then and there. But that would have to wait.
Somehow through all of this I had managed to direct us to the restaurant. Even as D climbed out, we were still connected. My fingers knuckle deep inside her, my thumb lodged firmly in her butt. The act of extricating herself led us both to a collective sigh. I had the more pressing matter of disguising my now rampant hard-on. No easy task in skinny jeans. It’s a risky manoeuvre, but in one swift movement, aligned it up my stomach, half out of my jeans and held in place by my belt. My shirt covered the exposed half. One must be very careful sporting this look as a gust of wind might cause substantial embarrassment. I noticed then the dark pond that D had left on my leg, although on black this was hardly noticeable, and I cared little.
I was, it’s fair to say, in shock. D was a little flushed and highly excitable.
While the waitress combined a couple of tables, I couldn’t help but take my hand to my mouth and nose, inhaling the luscious scent and taste of D. She turned around and caught me in the act, telling me to stop it, her request though, was futile. I wanted more.
Friday 4 November 2011
The Green Faerie.. makes the heart grow fonder..
or is that Absinthe??
Forgive me mother/father for I have sinned. It has been far too long since my last confession. And for my sins I'm prepared to self-flagellate from here well into eternity. (although I will do it my own special way, and with both hands... simultaneously).
This will be my penance. And don't I deserve it.
I have many excuses, none of which will mean anything to anyone, but they are and have been real, nascent even. An ever unfolding scenario of scenarios. And I couldn't even begin to explain. Even if I wanted too.
So I'm guessing what I really should do is carry on where I left off. As that's as good a place as any. Allow me please the weekend to recount my recent past. I can and will confess all by the weekends close.
xxbhp
or is that Absinthe??
Forgive me mother/father for I have sinned. It has been far too long since my last confession. And for my sins I'm prepared to self-flagellate from here well into eternity. (although I will do it my own special way, and with both hands... simultaneously).
This will be my penance. And don't I deserve it.
I have many excuses, none of which will mean anything to anyone, but they are and have been real, nascent even. An ever unfolding scenario of scenarios. And I couldn't even begin to explain. Even if I wanted too.
So I'm guessing what I really should do is carry on where I left off. As that's as good a place as any. Allow me please the weekend to recount my recent past. I can and will confess all by the weekends close.
xxbhp
Friday 9 September 2011
Oh what a tangled web..
Taboos are there to be broken right..?? I used to think so anyway, having churned through most of them with a maniacal fervour. But some, I'm starting to believe, should remain as they are, and untouched.
I've just returned home from a vacation filled with just about every conceivable pleasure and indulgence one could imagine possible squeezed into such a short space of time. High adrenalin sport from which I count myself lucky to walk away from. Old world culture and history in one of Europes stand out destinations. Luxurious abodes with all the finery (and a room from hell just for contrast). The romance of language. Stunning scenary. Priceless and exquisite art galleries rivalled by few. Delicious and plentiful food. Divine coffee, black short and strong. Wonderful regional wines, ballsy stuff, not this watered down french crap. And ice cold beer on a hot afternoon before and after a dip in the invigoratingly cool fresh water pool. The extreme pleasure of fabulous and dear company, both old and new, and the joyous, often hilarious conversations that accompany them.
And uber hot, most definitely Taboo.. Sex.
With my best girlfriend.
Oh Shit.
Oh shit indeed.
This story will continue..
Taboos are there to be broken right..?? I used to think so anyway, having churned through most of them with a maniacal fervour. But some, I'm starting to believe, should remain as they are, and untouched.
I've just returned home from a vacation filled with just about every conceivable pleasure and indulgence one could imagine possible squeezed into such a short space of time. High adrenalin sport from which I count myself lucky to walk away from. Old world culture and history in one of Europes stand out destinations. Luxurious abodes with all the finery (and a room from hell just for contrast). The romance of language. Stunning scenary. Priceless and exquisite art galleries rivalled by few. Delicious and plentiful food. Divine coffee, black short and strong. Wonderful regional wines, ballsy stuff, not this watered down french crap. And ice cold beer on a hot afternoon before and after a dip in the invigoratingly cool fresh water pool. The extreme pleasure of fabulous and dear company, both old and new, and the joyous, often hilarious conversations that accompany them.
And uber hot, most definitely Taboo.. Sex.
With my best girlfriend.
Oh Shit.
Oh shit indeed.
This story will continue..
Monday 15 August 2011
Choice Cuts #9..
'Somebody That I Used To Know'
by
Gotye - featuring Kimbra
For anyone out there going through a separation, of sorts.. check out this piece of beautiful harmonising.. Words with which you may well have an affinity. It may touch a few nerves, it may help, it may hurt, but it will definitely raise the hairs on the back of your neck.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8UVNT4wvIGY
'Somebody That I Used To Know'
by
Gotye - featuring Kimbra
For anyone out there going through a separation, of sorts.. check out this piece of beautiful harmonising.. Words with which you may well have an affinity. It may touch a few nerves, it may help, it may hurt, but it will definitely raise the hairs on the back of your neck.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8UVNT4wvIGY
Sunday 7 August 2011
The simple things in life..
Jungle breakfast somewhere on the border of Thailand and Myanmar
I work hard. Too hard some would tell you. But that allows me the luxury to take that same ethos and apply it to all aspects of my life. It’s only fair. When vacation time rolls around (so close I can almost touch it) there are certain things I want and need from my destination. I travel. It’s my passion, my addiction, as important to me as the air I breathe. I travel for many reasons, but mostly just to experience and immerse myself in a culture other than my own. Although, exactly what my culture is, could right now be brought into question. But I digress. There is nothing better, than waking up, somewhere warm.. somewhere exotic.. to the sound of birdlife.. and the smell of the ocean.. or the forest.. or the jungle.. Nature. Naked. I turn to see the delicate form of my lover. Her luscious womanly curves, draped only in a thin cotton sheet, revealed to me in the early morning light as I gently pull back the film.. and unwrap my morning treat. I trace her lines with featherlight strokes. She stirs. I follow her curves with fingertips.. circling those spots I know she enjoys most.. she responds.. To hear the sighs that pass her lips in these moments gives me the greatest of pleasure. I move in a little closer. She presents herself a little more. Adjusts her leg ever so slightly. Allowing me access, if I so please. There can be no better way than this to start the day, I think to myself. She knows I am hard. From time to time the pulse of my cock taps her on the back. She knows what’s coming. I let time pass, and the anticipation build. Her shoulders, her back, her bottom, I marvel at these things. I breathe a whisper of lustful intent across the back of her neck, and run my fingers through her hair. I know she’s wet. I can smell her want from where I lay, and as I brush a knuckle over her, I feel the slick outline of her swollen lips.. opened.. waiting. Her release, her pleasure, her moans, amplify with the weight of application, as my fingers gently search her saturated folds. To experience one so responsive to my touch is the ultimate aphrodisiac. She presses back into me.. she pushes down onto me. And reaches around to grab my now throbbing dick. She looks over her shoulder finds my gaze and pleads, so sweetly “Fuck me”.
Most of the time, I’m a gentleman. So I oblige. And there can be nothing better... Although, the purpose of this post was to describe my ideal holiday morning. What it entails, is exactly the above.. followed by a cool shower.. and breakfast. On this morning, and most, I want fruit. And no-where does fruit like Southeast Asia. The tropical stuff. With lashings of natural yoghurt (the local stuff, not this Danone shite), brought to the balcony of our bungalow by a beautiful woman wrapped in colourful tribal garb with a frangipani behind one ear.
I am a simple man, and these are my simple pleasures.
Thursday 4 August 2011
An excercise in Acceptance
No longer circumscribed by security nor comfort,
No longer bound by hope, or its successor, approval.
This vicious cyclic life has run its course
And brought me once again to this place, this precipice,
the point of no return.
And I give in, to the fear, the uncertainty, to the yearning;
This remorse can no longer use my heart for burning.
It's time to go.
I know for this she wishes so, with every fibre, with all her being.
It isn't me.
Love, lets love be.
No longer circumscribed by security nor comfort,
No longer bound by hope, or its successor, approval.
This vicious cyclic life has run its course
And brought me once again to this place, this precipice,
the point of no return.
And I give in, to the fear, the uncertainty, to the yearning;
This remorse can no longer use my heart for burning.
It's time to go.
I know for this she wishes so, with every fibre, with all her being.
It isn't me.
Love, lets love be.
Listen to the Woman..
'Theres a time and place for everything'... that's what my mum always says.
And you know what.. I couldn't agree more.
Although I doubt she would apply it in the following context.
And that's a good thing.
Group Sex In Public
Could there be a more splendid way to spend the afternoon on a warm summers day?
Pray tell..
'Theres a time and place for everything'... that's what my mum always says.
And you know what.. I couldn't agree more.
Although I doubt she would apply it in the following context.
And that's a good thing.
Could there be a more splendid way to spend the afternoon on a warm summers day?
Pray tell..
Thursday 28 July 2011
An exercise in division
and Acceptance
pt II
Silly boy.
I have nothing in her eyes that’s worth keeping. My future is certain, from her perspective. Certainly not with her. She leaves me subtle reminders without ever saying so. This is how sweet she is. Instead of bluntly letting me know.
So I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. I shouldn’t have asked. Why all of a sudden, after 7 years, should I expect anything less, or, for that matter, anything more. Any love she had for me has bled away silently. In its place has crept a new impatience, one she cannot speak. At least not yet.
But I understand now. I need to go. Our time is up.
You needn’t worry, nor concern yourself with how you leave me. For I am exactly the same way as you found me. Searching. Yearning. Dreaming. Escaping. Never quite able to commit my body, mind and soul to any one thing. Destined only to wander through fields of uncertainty, of constant ebb and flow, alone, apart from all those fellow wanderers.
It was never going to be her lot.
I should have listened to the sage.
excerpt from my diary
Tuesday 26 July 2011
Friday 22 July 2011
An exercise in division
And acceptance
It’s not about us anymore, she said. At first the words didn’t quite hit the mark. But now, a day later they are ringing in my ears. It’s not about us. She’s well past believing in anything that I have to offer. She’s trying to tell me that she has found another, or atleast needs to free herself from me in such a way that she can. It’s not about us anymore. It’s all about her. She has no need or wish or want of me, and it’s her gentle way of helping me see. It’s all about me. If I'm to ever raise myself in my own estimations, I must let her be. The only thing left to do is leave.
an excerpt from my diary
And acceptance
It’s not about us anymore, she said. At first the words didn’t quite hit the mark. But now, a day later they are ringing in my ears. It’s not about us. She’s well past believing in anything that I have to offer. She’s trying to tell me that she has found another, or atleast needs to free herself from me in such a way that she can. It’s not about us anymore. It’s all about her. She has no need or wish or want of me, and it’s her gentle way of helping me see. It’s all about me. If I'm to ever raise myself in my own estimations, I must let her be. The only thing left to do is leave.
an excerpt from my diary
Thursday 21 July 2011
Sunday 17 July 2011
Wednesday 6 July 2011
Sauna
part ii
part ii
In and out, sliding slippery fingers in to the hilt and out to the
tips. The delicate rhythm of my arousal pushes her further, closer to
the edge. She wants to breath harder but the air is so hot that to take
deep breaths almost scorches ones throat. So short shallow breathing
sustains her until she feels that she might pass out. She can feel her pulse in
her temples, and sense blood pumping urgently in all nerve centres
right up to her very eyeballs, the pressure mounts. She blinks her eyes
rapidly to keep from blanking out, and gasps for air. She nearly comes,
orgasm threatens on the outer reaches, consciousness slides, her vision
blurs slightly, she's slipping, just let go… but instead she says,
'If you keep doing that I'm gonna come and I might just pass out.'
"Let's take some air," I say.
We burst from the hot box, clothed again and drag ragged breaths
of cold air. We almost stagger limp limbed out into the pool area and
slide into the relief of the pool. We are alone and there is nothing
to prevent us from continuing our activities but the desire to
heighten the tension by practicing sublime restraint keeps our hands to
ourselves while minds work furiously to devour the other. We glide
about in the water barely looking at each other, I swim dangerously
close to her and one of my legs glances off her upper thigh as I
glide past. The surprise contact feels like a mild electric shock felt
deep inside my gut. Submerged a different kind of pressure compresses
my senses and heightens the effect of cool water on still warm skin. I
hold my breath and swim the length of the pool at the other end I bust
out of the water starved for oxygen once again. I catch my breath and
say, "Let's go back in". She agrees.
'You go in I'll just be a minute, I want to use the bathroom'. She tells me.
tips. The delicate rhythm of my arousal pushes her further, closer to
the edge. She wants to breath harder but the air is so hot that to take
deep breaths almost scorches ones throat. So short shallow breathing
sustains her until she feels that she might pass out. She can feel her pulse in
her temples, and sense blood pumping urgently in all nerve centres
right up to her very eyeballs, the pressure mounts. She blinks her eyes
rapidly to keep from blanking out, and gasps for air. She nearly comes,
orgasm threatens on the outer reaches, consciousness slides, her vision
blurs slightly, she's slipping, just let go… but instead she says,
'If you keep doing that I'm gonna come and I might just pass out.'
"Let's take some air," I say.
We burst from the hot box, clothed again and drag ragged breaths
of cold air. We almost stagger limp limbed out into the pool area and
slide into the relief of the pool. We are alone and there is nothing
to prevent us from continuing our activities but the desire to
heighten the tension by practicing sublime restraint keeps our hands to
ourselves while minds work furiously to devour the other. We glide
about in the water barely looking at each other, I swim dangerously
close to her and one of my legs glances off her upper thigh as I
glide past. The surprise contact feels like a mild electric shock felt
deep inside my gut. Submerged a different kind of pressure compresses
my senses and heightens the effect of cool water on still warm skin. I
hold my breath and swim the length of the pool at the other end I bust
out of the water starved for oxygen once again. I catch my breath and
say, "Let's go back in". She agrees.
'You go in I'll just be a minute, I want to use the bathroom'. She tells me.
She pushes through the swing door and into a small bathroom with a large mirror.
and pauses to gaze at herself, a slight flush showing through her tan,
erect nipples push against the wet fabric of her bikini, long
dripping wet hair. She looks deep into the mirror and takes stock of the
situation. 'What's going on?' she doesn't care to answer that question so
pees quickly and heads back to the sauna.
The heat embraces her upon entry, and she finds me sitting at the far end on the top
bench already naked semi erect prick with its glistening tip all eyes
on her.
and pauses to gaze at herself, a slight flush showing through her tan,
erect nipples push against the wet fabric of her bikini, long
dripping wet hair. She looks deep into the mirror and takes stock of the
situation. 'What's going on?' she doesn't care to answer that question so
pees quickly and heads back to the sauna.
The heat embraces her upon entry, and she finds me sitting at the far end on the top
bench already naked semi erect prick with its glistening tip all eyes
on her.
'My turn' she says, peeling off her swimsuit. "Please" I reply..
she moves towards me.
She begins by leaning in towards me and quickly, without lingering
licks the glistening pre-cum from the tip of my cock. 'There is
nothing smoother or sweeter in this world.' she offers...
Instantly my body pumps more blood to my cock and it springs up a
little higher. Readying itself for her touch. She admires its shape and
curve; the smooth taut skin with its bluish veined bulges arouses her
whilst she thinks of what to do next.
she moves towards me.
She begins by leaning in towards me and quickly, without lingering
licks the glistening pre-cum from the tip of my cock. 'There is
nothing smoother or sweeter in this world.' she offers...
Instantly my body pumps more blood to my cock and it springs up a
little higher. Readying itself for her touch. She admires its shape and
curve; the smooth taut skin with its bluish veined bulges arouses her
whilst she thinks of what to do next.
'I want to feel my tits around that taut member.' and she moves closer, my anticipation growing.. She sits on the lower bench facing me, her chest level
with my cock. She takes me gently in her left hand and pushes me slowly
back so my cock is pressed against my abdomen, i lean back even
further and spread my legs a little. My balls glisten with sweat,
she leans in to taste it. Salty and fresh with a touch of
chlorine from the pool. She takes one of my balls in her mouth
and slowly rolls her tongue over and around, sucking softly, pulling
gently. I moan, sound vibrates right down into my balls. She lets go, looks up and catches my intent gaze. I nod, and rest my hand softly on her neck, a hint to continue. She obliges.
She stands and leans in further, she arches her back a little, and presses
her breasts together to form a cleavage, and in doing so creates
a tight space for my prick to slide into. In and out. My hands grip the edge of the bench and I feel her hot breath in bursts on my skin. Senses overloading as my cock slides up and down,
slowly, very slowly. She's very careful not to push me too far, she knows me well. She pauses when necessary, as she senses the tension reaching a critical point. Slowing right
down, she stops, and it subsides a little. She keeps me poised on
the edge, just as I did her. Heavily breathing on the very brink
almost ready to pass out. She reverts her gaze from my cock to my eyes..
with my cock. She takes me gently in her left hand and pushes me slowly
back so my cock is pressed against my abdomen, i lean back even
further and spread my legs a little. My balls glisten with sweat,
she leans in to taste it. Salty and fresh with a touch of
chlorine from the pool. She takes one of my balls in her mouth
and slowly rolls her tongue over and around, sucking softly, pulling
gently. I moan, sound vibrates right down into my balls. She lets go, looks up and catches my intent gaze. I nod, and rest my hand softly on her neck, a hint to continue. She obliges.
She stands and leans in further, she arches her back a little, and presses
her breasts together to form a cleavage, and in doing so creates
a tight space for my prick to slide into. In and out. My hands grip the edge of the bench and I feel her hot breath in bursts on my skin. Senses overloading as my cock slides up and down,
slowly, very slowly. She's very careful not to push me too far, she knows me well. She pauses when necessary, as she senses the tension reaching a critical point. Slowing right
down, she stops, and it subsides a little. She keeps me poised on
the edge, just as I did her. Heavily breathing on the very brink
almost ready to pass out. She reverts her gaze from my cock to my eyes..
'I'd love to feel you explode in my mouth.'......
Sunday 12 June 2011
Friday 10 June 2011
Sauna
part 1
part 1
The door closes behind us with a soft thud and the familiar smell of
cedar that all saunas have fills my nostrils. Its warm, and the air is
good and dry. The little bucket that usually holds water for the coals
is empty so I leave again to fill it from a tap outside. She closes her
eyes and sits down on the nearest bench, She's thinking about what we've
just been doing upstairs in the hotel room, I know as much.
Her thoughts return to us on the ubiquitous beige lounge suite. Mouth to pussy. Cock to mouth,. All liquids and sighing sounds.
Late afternoon sun filtering through the gauzy hotel curtains. The faint hum of air conditioner and traffic
far below, silence broken only by the sounds of skin moving slowly
over skin, and rhythmic heavy breathing.
She hears the door open and close again. "You're still wearing your swim
suit". "I can fix that" she says.. and she takes the opportunity to slowly
peel her already damp swimsuit off and stretch out on one of the top
benches. I take a scoop of water and slash it across the coals, the
water disappears instantly with a sizzle and steam rises. We breathe
in and exhale slowly. I asked her if we could take a sauna one of
these days and so, here we are.
I am standing looking out the little window in the door. "Does
anyone ever come down to the gym"? "No, not really, it's usually
pretty quite around here especially during the week". "hmmm, pity".
"What do you think someone would say if they saw us naked in here?"
"Dunno, can I join you perhaps". I chuckle and turn to face her as
I slide out of my shorts. My semi-hard prick sort of springs out
as they slide down my thighs. "I want you, god I want you." I walk
past her to the far bench and as I do so I slide one of my
fingers along her thigh, up over her hips and along her torso to her
breast, my hand rests there an instant, giving the nipple a gentle
tweak before continuing up her chest over the collarbone and along her
neck. I sit down, just near her head.
"Its already getting pretty hot in here". "Mmmm I know, its good isn't it."
And this is how we are for a little while. You there, me here, thinking
about what we might do. Wondering where to start. I can hear you
breathing, I can hear the ticking sounds of the thermostat as the
little wooden room turns up the heat. Breathing. God, it's getting hot
in here.
I stand and walk back to the bucket. But instead of wetting the
coals I take another scoop of water and pour it slowly over her naked
body. "It feels so good." Cold water on her steaming skin. Sharp intake
of breath. Some of the water trickles down towards her cunt and mingles
with the moisture that's already begun to form there. Cool and hot,
both sensations at once. I take another scoop and pour it on the
coals. The heat moves even closer, and it is getting harder to breath.
She turns over to lay on her front and as she does I place my hand
on her luscious bum, I give it a little smack before letting my
fingers slide around to her crack. She spreads her legs a little and I can
feel my heart rate accelerate as I anticipate this first touch. I
take my time, just one finger slowly, ever so slowly eases its way
into her pussy and she exhales as I reach the knuckle. I pause, and then slowly, ever so slowly I draw my finger out again. Inhale, exhale. "oh god" she says.
I can feel her pussy quivering. "Again" she says. This time two fingers, sliding ever so slowly in. And she spreads her legs a little further…
cedar that all saunas have fills my nostrils. Its warm, and the air is
good and dry. The little bucket that usually holds water for the coals
is empty so I leave again to fill it from a tap outside. She closes her
eyes and sits down on the nearest bench, She's thinking about what we've
just been doing upstairs in the hotel room, I know as much.
Her thoughts return to us on the ubiquitous beige lounge suite. Mouth to pussy. Cock to mouth,. All liquids and sighing sounds.
Late afternoon sun filtering through the gauzy hotel curtains. The faint hum of air conditioner and traffic
far below, silence broken only by the sounds of skin moving slowly
over skin, and rhythmic heavy breathing.
She hears the door open and close again. "You're still wearing your swim
suit". "I can fix that" she says.. and she takes the opportunity to slowly
peel her already damp swimsuit off and stretch out on one of the top
benches. I take a scoop of water and slash it across the coals, the
water disappears instantly with a sizzle and steam rises. We breathe
in and exhale slowly. I asked her if we could take a sauna one of
these days and so, here we are.
I am standing looking out the little window in the door. "Does
anyone ever come down to the gym"? "No, not really, it's usually
pretty quite around here especially during the week". "hmmm, pity".
"What do you think someone would say if they saw us naked in here?"
"Dunno, can I join you perhaps". I chuckle and turn to face her as
I slide out of my shorts. My semi-hard prick sort of springs out
as they slide down my thighs. "I want you, god I want you." I walk
past her to the far bench and as I do so I slide one of my
fingers along her thigh, up over her hips and along her torso to her
breast, my hand rests there an instant, giving the nipple a gentle
tweak before continuing up her chest over the collarbone and along her
neck. I sit down, just near her head.
"Its already getting pretty hot in here". "Mmmm I know, its good isn't it."
And this is how we are for a little while. You there, me here, thinking
about what we might do. Wondering where to start. I can hear you
breathing, I can hear the ticking sounds of the thermostat as the
little wooden room turns up the heat. Breathing. God, it's getting hot
in here.
I stand and walk back to the bucket. But instead of wetting the
coals I take another scoop of water and pour it slowly over her naked
body. "It feels so good." Cold water on her steaming skin. Sharp intake
of breath. Some of the water trickles down towards her cunt and mingles
with the moisture that's already begun to form there. Cool and hot,
both sensations at once. I take another scoop and pour it on the
coals. The heat moves even closer, and it is getting harder to breath.
She turns over to lay on her front and as she does I place my hand
on her luscious bum, I give it a little smack before letting my
fingers slide around to her crack. She spreads her legs a little and I can
feel my heart rate accelerate as I anticipate this first touch. I
take my time, just one finger slowly, ever so slowly eases its way
into her pussy and she exhales as I reach the knuckle. I pause, and then slowly, ever so slowly I draw my finger out again. Inhale, exhale. "oh god" she says.
I can feel her pussy quivering. "Again" she says. This time two fingers, sliding ever so slowly in. And she spreads her legs a little further…
Letter to a pretty girl..
wow.. now you have me short of breath.. i cant remember the last time someone wrote me such.. thank you, i love it. i see a little deeper into your heart and soul now..
i'm flattered, touched and honoured to be able to bring to the surface these feelings inside of you. who would have thought that the charcoal drawing would have a life of it's own.. so many years later.. maybe this is no coincidence.. it absolutely feels as if we were meant to explore eachother a little further than mere friendly pleasantries.
in, on and around.. we do fit perfectly together. it's the common ground. the sames. adding further want, beyond the physical. when together, we are free.. when the window opens we fly right out and into the night.. explorers on the sensory plains.. meeting unspoken needs with aplomb. like lovers do.. you and me.... me and you.
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