Trust me I am N O T your father!
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Posted:Jul 30, 2008 5:04 pm
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Have you eve known someone for some time, and at first you were not attracted to them, but suddenly as you look at that person, you cannot help but feel an incredible connection? And as you look at that person that, once you thought was too old, too short, too tall or what ever barrier we forced ourselves to set up (antiquated social rule)suddenly disolves. And you find yourself really enjoying that person? You enjoy his company (and he enjoys yours). You laugh together, have fun together, you look into each others eyes, and deep down inside you're mine, you find youself
compelled to be with him/her now! Me! That is what I find too.
I've found myself so immersed in their personality thatfor whatever reason, all barriers completely erase itself. And I just had to be with that person, even for a moment. For me, as I see it - still - I find life short enough that for me to allow such a barrier to prevent my enjoyment of life difficult.
There comes a time, when we stop asking to see someone's ID (we know they are not a ), nor an ARRP card for that manner. I laughed once outloud when in an adult chat room a woman almost a thousand miles away noted I was 'too old', chuckling on the fact that a nose to nose meeting was even in any scenario.
There comes a time when we are so immersed in a person that heighth, hair or lack there of even comes into play.
Let my character (or theirs) seduce...or be seduced. I have a friend who is so intelligent and has so much character, that I sometimes get hard talking to her. It makes her incredibly sexy!
Another is so bubbly and fun, that seduction would be like fresh toasted buttered (real butter) cinnimon toast. Mmmmm sigh Exquisite!
I laughed when an adult woman said to me, "I would love to be with you, you're Sean Connery sexy, but you are old enough to be my father!"
Trust me, I said, I am NOT your father. After she surrendered to the moment, and enough O's to fill a box of Cheerio's, she gasped, You are not my father!"
Had a cigarette and fell into a deep sleep.
I do not fake being tall, cavalier, or witty. I cannot 'fake it till I make it'. I do not have that much time on thisd earth.
My character is my character and that alone will have to suffice. Maybe I am a 4 drink minimum: 4 drinks and I begin to look good!
But life is fun for me, and I am willing to share that. Barriers? Trip on 'em, I don't have time. Love like music is universal. So says the Class of '71
Sword
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The Phantom of Desire Visits
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Posted:Jul 11, 2008 6:34 pm
Last Updated:May 25, 2024 2:10 pm
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my mind travels, as it does with men, to you! You know who you are! My mind cannot escape the thought of those eyes, aimed at me. Predator? Prey? I try to divert my mind, but it is back to
that sculpture that it insists on carving.
My body tingles a bit responding to the design.
You are there, but you are not! And yet you are having your way with me.
You gaze into my blue eyes, knowing that I want you. You want me back. Lips. Magnets that attract, repel a bit, but attract again. And as they begin the cushion, I cannot escape the warmth of our lips, your lips, mylips. The momentsendsa charge at the speed of light - it seems - to the area that will not let me lie! I am the marble of David that no one gets to see...not in public, anyway...and it, no, I want you. Now. The nectar of desire eases its way, as your kiss, and tongue invite me to my doom!
But I want to die this way, and as the invite of my tongue...just for a visit so the promise begins, strengthens the marble. The ache! That ache thatbeginss from the lips, to the nipple! Mine this time! And forces the pillar of desire to beg, beg for forgiveness (lying again).
I try not to touch it.After alll you are not even there. But you are! Kisses on my neck seal my doom. You are so lovely. I've seen you so many times! I cannot disobey! My body still response to yourphantome touch, and I find myself reaching with my phantom touch of its own! Wet! Hot! For mine eyes only! For my touch only! And I must, for myself, kiss those lips, as lovely as the others that began my
quest. I inhale you. The slight salt. You were kind not to perfume, so I rapture at the true rose. Strengthening that pillar of stone as I
kiss, and those nether lips return the kiss. Wet!
And I explore you. And you are exploring my lips with...down there! You shudder slightly. You're body will not lie to me. It is mine, for now. The hunter is now the hunted. Heaving up to me, my body responds with a shudder of its own. I can have you now, this way. The earth has given you to me, to be greedy. And I am!
The kisses return to my neck, as, even in a phantom, I must look into those lovely eyes, as I
give forth my desire. And you have to give back.
The instantaneous connection. The incredible connection. Floods meet! The salt! The wet! The taste!
The rapid breathing, the giving of the pillar to the sea. This time the sea wins. The predator is really the prey. And you are not here. But the pleasure you've given me is real. My phantom mistress! When we meet. Again. The lettuce on my sandwich reminds me of you. The lips inviting, knowing that to be eaten will be bliss.
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Erotic Encounter Ignored
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Posted:Jun 10, 2008 4:46 pm
Last Updated:Sep 15, 2009 5:01 pm
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I revel in the warm 'rain' that drizzles upon my thigh, the scent of pure woman teases my nostrils with every breath. The taste of your salt mixed with your essence ensures my body's thirst for more. Allowing eyes to soak each other, teasing again the hint of the future. I ask for a taste...again..knowing the answer, but I ask just the same. The taste of an intimacy...intimacy! Intimacy!
Surrendering to me..just a bit..you open to the intimate onslaught.
The petals to your rose, open from torrent of a past storm, is free from any resistance. And the bud of delight, teases me...invites me..and I cannot help but accept the invitation. Like the kiss...the ultimate kiss, I plant my lips...upon lips, only to draw the little pillow that was once pink, but now red, into my lips. A soft suction that becomes stronger as I hear you inhale a welcome of passion. Softly my teeth and lips entrap with an increase of suction, drawing that which only a butterfly...and a flower can give each other. My neck is warm from the heated rain that happens in a tropical tempest.
But I must also touch! One...then two fingers slide into the rose of passion. Slowly as if a timing to a crescendo of music...building, listening to the gasping of air, as if to guide the timing of the music. And I listen. And enjoy. As the two instruments blend and build together. Music raising higher, I press upwards the walls of desire, enjoying as you press back. Then pull away. Thunder only happens when its raining; and the sound of a little tremble of thunder...as gasp...from us both. A bit of teasing, promising, and...fulfilling the promise. Time exists no more, the intoxication continues where time leaves off.
You can have no more, and wrestle me on top. But I am greedy, and want to have you above me, so I can see your eyes. And use my hands. Love to use my hands and fingers, and because I have small hands, and nimble fingers, can grip, and flutter. I am sometimes disappointed that the thumb was designed backwards for my taste. But I know as your pupils expand, that I am touching, in only the ways that you love to be touched. You try to take care as am but a small cuddly, but I will not hear of it and reach up and draw you to me. I want to feel your 'all'. I try to avert my attention, as I do not want to succumb too quickly...I am greedy, and looking into your eyes you are too. But the chemistry...too strong...yet as I feel the tide...I taste the salt..and I try to time mine....with your...a minor shudder again..stronger..and stronger..and a small wave of heat follows. But radiates...more...more...the a small quake...mine getting closer to yours...trying to hold off. And then you open. More and take me in more and the smells, the salts....the tastes!
I hang on, gripping your thighs with my arms. As you lean forward...in the final push! Your lips once again seal with mine and as you tongue penetrates me, spasms os want and desire surround us both...
Life is good!
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Limmericks of the Sword
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Posted:Apr 24, 2008 5:32 pm
Last Updated:Apr 24, 2008 5:34 pm
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There once was a Yellow Yoda,
who slipped on the spill of a soda,
but he bent down real quick,
and rapidly started to lick;
'cause the soda was in the lap
of Rhoda.
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Oh, Heidi, oh we love you so;
all dressed in that white nitghtie!
When the moonlight flits,
across those tits, Jeasus Christ Almighty!
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There once was a fella named Sword,
who liked the play of the word.
When he started a talking,
upon the sidewalk he was a chaulking,
and almost got hit by a Ford.
He didn't much linger,
as he gave him the old finger,
for almost runnin' him down,
then U turned the truck
as would be his luck, it was
gal in a revealing nightgown.
She said if you woulda been a gawkin'
instead of a chaulkin', you would
have noticed, I need some cockin',
then she lifted her gown to reveal
some 'red down', and to her own goodie
he sprang quite a woodie, a pretty big
pencil, some say; so she threw the man down,
whilst raising her gown, and unzipped his fly
right away! With her gasping she said, "Thats a
good size for lead!" and acutally 'twas more
of a shout, Til he plunged to her deeply he said to her deeply, "Ma'am, 's not lead, its White Out!"
Sword -)---
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whisper anticipation
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Posted:Mar 25, 2008 5:05 pm
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You stand upon the shore of your favorite getaway, and watch as night slips over the sky like a blanket.
The most gentle wind blows upon your face….caressing you into a contented mood.
Closing your eyes, you begin to hum a tune to yourself, and smile the way you feel really….you know.
Without even realizing it, you’ve laid down upon still warm sand.
A tingle of…adventure…begins to rise up through your body.
It almost like a thousand tiny candles, each one focused on a part of your body…down to the most delicate feature. And as you listen closely, you can…hear the …whisper…of anticipation.
Something is about to happen…something…wonderful.
And as you take it all in a…long…deep..energizing..breath,
You gently bit your lower lip…almost as if I am there.
A warming ball of golden light surrounds us. You take my hand.
Together we creat a new adventure for each star in the sky, new memories…experiences..far beyond what most ever get to enjoy.
No two adventures are alike, yet every single one is exactly the way we wanted it to be.
Every color the perfect hue…every scent the perfect aroma…every sound the perfect sound.
Our time speeds by rapidly and almost embraces forever…all at once.
Soon daylight returns, hiding the stars beneath the brightness of the new day,
And once again we have returned…where it all began. We share a loving embrace, a passionate kiss, then say goodbye…knowing, that coming nightfall, for as long as there are stars, we will have a reminder of what we had shared.
Be well and listen always for the whisper of anticipation, when once again we can create something…wonderful.
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Normies
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Posted:Feb 27, 2008 5:03 pm
Last Updated:Aug 11, 2009 7:16 pm
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FWIW, it is here that people who have 'normal' bodies: short and squatty (me), BBW, receding hair, no hair, no chin, two chins, one leg shorter than the other, wheel chair mobile... We're like Armour Hot Dogs..LOL, are comfortable with who they are. I look like Yoda with a mustache, and I okay with it. So is everyone else. And I'm okay with no meaning no, which is my decision as well.
Some of my friends are bigger than I...enough to where I could use their coats as a tent, and invite my friends, and have room for furniture. They in turn can use mine to dress their .
Some fling up barriers like they are playing the Battleship game:
age, height, size, humor, or no humor. Which BTW, they usually aren't and don't get any. I'm class of 71. I have no barriers, unless it is the caustic drama kings and queens, and rumor grinders.
And people who take pleasure in intentionally hurting other people's feelings. I like to use the rules of being a gentleman (google it), and of course my hero, Miss Piggy: If ya don't have nothin' nice to say, don't say nothin' at all!" Trust me, there are many circles that will be more than happy to have you with them, and many peole will will feel at home with. Airbrushed people are but a fantasy, they're not real. Real people, have skin folds, pimples on their butts, ande can't dance (me).
We are minnows, and whales, and dwarves, and giants, far sighted, nearsighted, and blind. We have lives, and jobs, and joy and sorrow.
Before you abandon ship, take a look on the other side of the boat. There are lots of people with life preservers under their arms. Waitin' for ya.
Gads! I babbled again, didn't I?
See you sometime. You'll know.
Sword -)----
What do you think?
And thw wisdom of my father: Just 'cause she looks like she'd be good in bed, doesn't mean she's good in bed. Take a look under the hood, its the motor that counts, boy!
The was a cartoon on my fridge for decades before it finaly rotted off: A couple laying in bed, he smoking a cigarette, she staring at the ceiling...he said to her, " Honey, that was great! I especially liked the part when you moved!"
And go visit the Wyonebraska group, and talk to justa rougha. There was a person who said almost verbatum what you said. Oh, btw, I can bank easy money in the fract that BBW's are getting laid far more than the 'normies' (as a side note, I've never seen a normie....lOl
Go forth and seek the holy grail.
Sword -)----
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Thoughts on Meet n Greets
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Posted:Jan 22, 2008 5:41 pm
Last Updated:May 25, 2024 2:10 pm
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I like: Chatters, Karen & Jim's, Moonlight, Jazz Spot, Elixir (@ 303), Sidelines, Beacon, the little training room in my shop, and butter. Some of them I smell like smoke when I leave. It doesn't bother me, but it does bother others. Some of them are noisy. For those of us who can no longer hear as well, its a problem. for those losing their hearing, its a problem. Hand signals can work as long as they're not misconstrued as an obscene gesture (LO . Some places are TOO quiet: people in the BATHROOM can hear you whisper. Some people drink little or don't drink at all. I sometimes do, I sometimes don't. Some People have issues with those who go into
the outer limits when they drink. obnoxia, is not just for people who drink, BTW. Some places are too far away. I have a friend who dances at a brass pole facility, but it is way too far for me to go to, to say howdy. (I used to live on the remote edge of town, and no one would visit me for the same reason.
I am like a Swiss Army Dwarf: I can fit or adapt most anywhere:
I can be the ventriloquist's manikins if need be (As Wyo biker, my vaudeville partner in crime), I can suit up, I can trim down, I've
even been know to wear a can-can outfit (another story in its own right) s the occasion warrants. I can even NOT wear yellow (Can too! I did it...once.).
I might have a bit of trouble with snip-pies: those who snipe about others, or flamers: those who are willing to besmirch the reputations
of others. But I endure. It is much better for me to keep them in sight than to feel their breaths on the hairs on the back of my neck.
An event? Usually count me in. I pay when it deems, extra if there's a pinch. I've even found myself paying on someones' behalf, because I didn't want money to be the barrier of them having a good time.
Sometimes, if I could not go, I would kick in to make a little buffer. Maybe someone unable to afford it at the time, or maybe
an extra room/bed/cot/floor space. Why? 'Cause that's what people do.
Target for someone who 'plays the system'? Sometimes. But it doesn't take t=long to weed them out and pluck them. Let the dust be their judgment. Let Karma do what karma does.
People hear have taught me a lot. Be happy with who you are. Accept your body as your body. Respect the personal rules of others. Respect you OWN personal rules, no matter how wacko they seem to someone else. No means no. Even from me. Not all is written in stone, as a rock is just that: a lifeless item of no real value.
But people are living documents, and may (and do) edit themselves at anytime. Without notice. A of the universe, on anonymous person wrote. Beware those who vex your spirit, Same guy. Or gal.
The wonders of a smile. The beauty of a look. The taste of the Happy.
The electricity of a taste. And the power of love. The romance of a scent. The zipless play. The zip play. What a wonderful world. Now.
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What does it Take
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Posted:Jan 2, 2008 5:58 pm
Last Updated:Jan 3, 2008 4:15 pm
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I am a member of a number of groups. Been to a number of M & Gs. It is more common than not that attendance is lethargic at best. The smallest M&G was in Gillette (two couples, and 2 solo's), but the two couples that went were worth it for me. Just because I do go, is no guarantee that I gonna 'get lucky'. Most that know me, are comfortable with me, knowing there does not have to be an outcome. No is no, I don't have a problem with that. Ask, accept the answer and let it go.
And trust me, I can feel the heart aches when an event is planned...many times well in advance, and hardly anyone shows. Imagine that feeling...sitting in an echoing empty room...well lit...decorations marvelous...in an empty room. Teddy has been there. Wldwest has been there.
Ladyhearts too. I just visited with a couple who traveled almost a hundred miles to an empty event. Almost empty anyway. I was there...LOL. I enjoyed the people in Gillette, I enjoyed the people in Ft. Rob, I enjoyed the Valentines parties, the halloween parties and all the people I met. Side note: had no nook ie amongst 'em. But I had a grand time. I enjoy the company of people willing to step out of the box, so to speak. Haven't met any I did not like.
I do have this to say about SE. I'm always comfortable. No one is shunned. All are safe and feel safe. I don't have to play games if I don't wanna!
But I can if I do! They always have an event. All acidic environments are nuked: newbies ore made comfy, oldies are made comfy. And they will protect one another at all costs. Treachery is not unknown to them, and yet they persevere. May not have been as some had thought it would be, but I've yet to see any music written that someone could not find a sour note.
In a few years from now, no one is gonna give a crap, nor is anyone even gonna know. I'm gonna make it good, and some are making it very easy for me.
I keep wanting to ask: what will it take to get people together for a nice M & G. My hat's off to those who keep trying tho'. The more times you cast a net, the more chances of getting fish.
There are a helluva lot of great people, here, and I sure want to meet some of em! Kicking and screaming, I want to meet 'em.
(Wow! That was one of the best babbles I've done in a long time (for those who are wise enough not to read 'em...LO.
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Differenc Between Joy and Pain
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Posted:Nov 24, 2007 1:34 pm
Last Updated:Aug 11, 2009 7:19 pm
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It was once said that the difference between
pain and joy is a little red line. When you
look into my eyes, that bloodshot look is
really the red lines of which I speak!
You will notice that the lines go here,
there, and virtually everywhere.
Once someone commented to me, "You are always
happy!" And I quip back, "I'm actually a closet manic depressive."
I had a friend, who discovered she had a brain
tumor. Lethal. And when I chatted with her on
the phone, I asked if she was glowing in the dark. Or if she could read with the lights out
now that she was undergoing chemo...Some people flat freaked out about it! So I asked her, if it
bugged her or if she minded: "No! It reminds me
as I laugh that I am STILL alive! Do NOT stop you humor! It heals! Even if temporarily, it heals!"
Its part of the mental Emergency Medicine.
Sometimes, as a triple whammy: I will take my victim/patient to a Dairy Queen, order her a peanut buster parfait, and start doing some stupid slap stick, such as run into a door, or
tell the story of me being caught in detention with a raving hard on when I was in junior high
because my hormones went nuts and just wanted me to have one! The combination of ice cream, chocolate (of course), mixed nuts (we are what we eat, aren't we), and stupid antics, would make her laugh so hard that her moment of despair
had shattered!
My dad and I went on a motorcycle tour together,
back in '96. We were going to a motorcycle rally (BMW of course..LOl), in Minnesota. On our way
out of Wyoming and into Nebraska; it began raining so bad, we could no longer see and had to pull over. We both got off our bikes. I looked at him and he looked at me, and we were
like a cat caught in a rain: all you COULD do
was just be wet! Finally Mom Nature had pity on us both, and lightened up enough we were able to
go into Valentine, Nebraska. We stopped at a
convenient store that happened to also have a launder-mat. I, in my logical and infinite wisdom
figured that - although it was NOT good to dry heat a leather jacket - I could put it in for a small time, and at least speed up the drying time. We were sitting at a small cafe like table, contemplating how a store cannot differentiate bad coffee from tea. I noticed some colorful lint floating in the air. A natural rainbow. Someone forgot to clean the lint trap in my dryer, I noted to my self, only to find the lining of my bomber jacket gave out and baptized the world with my jacket. We both decided that our day was done, and it was too wet to find a campsite nor pitch a tent! What joy! We could find a motel, be lazy and leave early the next day. All the motels were full! No Vacancy! Damn! But, there was a bed and breakfast that DID have a room. Luck is shining upon us, finally! Yet, it was a honeymoon suite,
one bed, and the bathroom all the way down the hall. There I was sitting on the honeymoon bed, looking probably miserably at my father, and he looked at me and without me saying a word, said,
"Shut up, you're ugly too!"
Here the 83 year old duffer looked at me, and me at him and we just burst out hollerin' and laughin' at the irony.
How Life can make us remember the fun of being alive! The bit of joy that can erase the most miserable of moments. And remind us, when we have the precious opportunity to spend a moment
with someone responsible for making you alive, and return the favor (and to myself) by enjoying a chuckle or two.
The pain of being happy is almost unbearable at times.
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Random Thoughts of Women, and why we ( I ) Love Them
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Posted:Oct 8, 2007 5:21 pm
Last Updated:Aug 11, 2009 7:20 pm
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I was remembering the video, "Vagina" an onstage monologue that made me respect:
The clitoris has 2000 MORE nerve endings then a penis. What was that? 2000! And the humanoid is the only lifeform that has one!
The G Spot. The Squirt button. Now they can hit a picture hangin' on a wall at 30 paces!
Multiples. Multiples? Multiples! Talked to one gal, experimenting with a F - machine, and she racked up 14. I want to take out an ad on TV when I get three!
Milk. Another hit the picture at thirty paces Wonder of the World.
Seduction: I've seen women walk right up to another, whisper something like, " You have the most beautiful legs I've ever seen and I want them wrapped around my neck. Now!" ...and they leave together. At the same time I've seen bronze star war heros cower at the feet of a blond in a red dress. Why do * I * get all warm and tingly when THEY kiss? Its a law of physics that is a given. The softness? The little head tilt? The full cupid bow lips as they cushion together. Then the perfumes. And the Just the Scent...ofa woman makes this Yoda's Light sabre white hot!
That hip roll that they all seem to be able to do! I tried it and was in traction for three days.
Legs. After I took portrait and figure drawing and painting, my eyes cannot overlook legs. The thicker ones and the skinny ones all take on a shape of glory.
Shoes. The most delicious hidden addiction that frace womankind: shoes! I'm 5' 3", and when I go squiddling (can't rally dance) I keep my eyes toward the ground...not to avert my eyes but to see the art museum of shoes! There is something about spikeies that make the butt look so yummy!
'What about the breasts?' some may exclaim! Well, again at 5'3", there are wonders of the universe that....I LOVE being short! But my time is sooo limited right now...
And eys: Cleopata. Betty Davis. Kathryn Hepburn. Helen of Troy.
The mind? Well that will be a whole blog onto itself, so I'll save that. Like desert.
Someone was asked me, as I came out of a women's business meeting, "Why do YOU go there? There's NOTHING but women there!?"
"Yeah, ain't that cool?" And besides, who would you rather hang out with, a room full of fellas, or them? We know MY answer!
An addiction? yup.
Do I wanna twelve step it? nope!
Could a Power greater than myself restore me to sanity? already did. just said so...LOL!
Was this fun for me! If ya had to ask....ROFL!
Sword -)----
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There are sometimes when only a Cream Pie will do
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Posted:Sep 5, 2007 5:31 pm
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I'm sitting at my fav. bar gazing at Kim. She's so cute with those spikey heels that just makes her butt look yummy. Her dark hair carressing her shoulders that faintly hide that little prky nose.
I smile a her. I nod.
She shakes her head, and smiles back, returning the gesture. I smile, nod. She smiles, and nods.
Then her eyes look up and she...smiles! This was not just an ordinary smile. This was seductive. This was erotic in its own way. Capturing
Moments back in time: Me: Ya know I think it would be fun to have a cream pie fight. Three Stooges style. Ya smile. They smile...er wondering what the hell yer up to...."
She saunders up to me in the only way a pair of great shoes can do...that glorious ass(one of the best in the universe...next to yngwyomingswingers, that is)swaying in the...you know these could f*ck your face off at ten paces...sway.
On the other side of the bar, she gazes into my ice blue sink a ship eyes, flutters hers and smiles. I flutter mine and....
S P L A T! Cream Pie! Fantasy Fulfilled!
I smile, wiping peepholes so I can see her laughter so sweet an orgasm could be made of it.
I chase her around the bar, customers gawking at the white dripping off my face like a bad money shot in an old 80's porn video. She, laughing so hard she could no longer run. I catch up to her and hug her and kiss her neck. Sharing the passion of the pie. Then as a gruffy old customer stares at me. Us. I look at him, "What are YOU looking at? and I take a handful and dlip it into his from pocket. His scowls turns into a heady laughter and now he is chasing me, with an occassional stop and fling and the nearest gal in his way.
There are times when nothing but a cream pie will take care of.
Sword -)-----
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The Empty Parking Lot
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Posted:Jul 7, 2007 9:32 am
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After much invitation, anticipation, and excitement...The event is planned months back. You go with the thrill of meeting chemistry that meets yours. And you find:
An Empty Parking Lot. The asphalt; new and the nostrils draw in the anchor that it provides. The yellow striping, crisp to the eye. Ants scurrying upon their new found mission: to network.
To network. To link with like and kind. To share with the others of the colony. You admire their feat and note, at least THEY showed.
When I dance with the mind and within the mind of another; we pirouette, we spin, we clasp one another...heels pivoting on air. ..and an occasional dip.
When engaged in the passion of the zipless fuck: company is enjoyed, the heady pleasure of the interaction...the intoxication rivals that of their sweaty bodied counterparts. The orgasm of the mind allows things to become an anchor for the memories: a scent of the lilac, hearing a church bell in the distance, or a song overheard on a radio. All now triggers of the event that will forever become a moment relived unto death.
And yet. The Empty Parking lot. A reminder, that some just cannot take a chance. Life is only so many decades long, and yet we fear. More the unknown, but making sure nothing will happen by not even going. Showing up. But maybe the lesson is really mine.
I've become an expert on Empty Parking Lots. Some of the visits make me laugh. Some, I find myself a bit sullen. But at least I was taking the plunge. The joy of appreciating the humor saves me. and I find it flowing through poetic license to say something. Then I wander about, panning for gold in the mines of these blogs. I've found a brilliant little diamond that always glimmers, a speck of jade that continues to remind me that the panning is worth while. And then I get to place an account of my journey here. A mindless babble for some...for those who quite cannot understand what the hell was just said. And the joy of the prospector who knew exactly what I said. From the lesson of
The Empty Parking Lot.
Sword -)---
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