Friday, January 6
Thursday, January 5
Crazy...
Crazy for You
There are times I feel I'm gonna go crazy. What is it that you do to me? It actually scares me sometimes. The connection so strong, causing the flutters in my tummy. The way your words stroke me, bringing me near tears... That overwelming sensation of emotions that can't be contained. The way you stroke my body, bringing intense desires to the surface. You are all I think about. Everywhere I look , all the voices around me...all remind me of something you would say, or what you would enjoy with me. Then there are the private nights. When I lay in my bed and I see your eyes on me, the smell of you, the textures of your skin and hair. How your touch sets fire to my skin. Nerves all sensitized, ready for you. I feel your hands with their roughness, I love that feeling,it makes me aware of my own softness. Carressing every inch of me. Up my arms, over my shoulders, across my chest, finding my breasts. Massaging, avoiding the center, making me want. Your mouth on my neck in that spot just below my earlobe, that you know drives me crazy... Your thumbs finally finding my nipples. The pressure as you pinch them between your fingers, and kiss my mouth at the same time. Ohhh your kisses... they melt every coherent thought from my mind. Did you know that? Your lips feel just right, as they move over mine. They draw from me, all that I am, you own me right then, lover. As our lips devour, our tongues touch and I soar to new heights. There are times that I feel the moisture pooling there, waiting to be discovered. Your mouth moves, to replace your fingers, over my nipples and I have to wimper in surrender. My breathing becoming ragged and loud in my own ears, chest rising and reaching for more. Your hands slide down, to measure my waist, and to tease my tummy. Skimming lower still , I feel your finger's deep caress and you can finally feel how wet you have made me.... your mouth leaves a path of kisses down my tummy, following your fingers...to my center. You kiss me there and I feel the world slip away...those fingers slide inside me and I moan....so lost in sensation...so aroused... wanting more...needing more, I open to you...my legs ...yes... but also my heart, my soul... as you stroke in and out. With one hand you press ... to find the prize nestled there. You kiss me there and I shudder. You suck me there and I cum......Feel the connection....feel me with you....Now please...I whisper....give yourself to me....and you move to slip inside...my legs wrap around your waist...ohhh baby...so incredible and we dance...together moving ... arching reaching. Again I whisper "give yourself to me" You move my legs to over your shoulders and begin to drive yourself deep ....I am lost in a sea of sensation now...calling your name in a moan... over and over until my body suddenly strains upward and yours drives deep and I cry out long and loud ,your voice low with mine. Oh my love ...there is nothing better in this world....If only it were real.....if only you were here with me....you drive me crazy for you....my love...
by Dee
Wednesday, January 4
Lunch Time Tryst
Lunch Time Tryst
Copyright Don 2005
Jennifer and Doug had met at the annual regional convention of the marketing corporation for which they both worked.
It was obvious right from the first day that each found the other sexually attractive though from a distance. On the third day of the week-long convention, after enduring two days of encrypted smiles and discrete winks, it became obvious that they had to get together, and explore possibilities.
In spite of all this, Doug is quite flustered when she caught up with him at the elevator at lunch break, and suggested that they go out to lunch somewhere outside the convention centre. He quickly recovers and asks her, so where exactly do you have in mind? She laughs, as she evidently had no clue, neither did he, as they are both strangers to this city.
She quickly steals a glance at her watch, seeing that they have no time to go anywhere else. She leans quite close to him and whispers in his ears. His sexy blue eyes bulge out, as if they were going to fall out of his head as the audacity of her suggestion hit him.
As the elevator reached the ground floor, and the doors open, she quickly hit the button for her floor and the doors close again for the ride up to the 12th floor where her room is located.
Upon entering the beautifully appointed room, she quickly orders sandwiches and drinks, room service, while he sits in a reading chair with his back to the desk. Food ordered, she turns to him and kneels before him, turning up her face to meet his lips. They kiss each other with great passionate lust. The urgency of their wanton desire so obvious in the way they groped and fondled each other. His hands are down her shirt, and massaging her voluptuous breasts, feeling the hardness of her nipples against the flat of his palm serves to fuel his lust even more.
Her hand is buried in his open pants, and rubbing his turgid member, feeling it grow even bigger by the second. She brings it out and begins to suck on it, mmmm, how I love to feel a live cock growing even harder in my mouth she thinks to herself.
Soon they are on their feet, kissing, nibble and tugging at each other in a seemingly well-orchestrated sensual dance.
He has his hands on her firm ass and he rubs it down to her thighs and then lifts her leg up placing her left foot on the edge of the chair. Her pleated skirt opens at a convenient angle and he slips his roving hands under it…caressing her silken thigh, steadily moving higher until he finds soft hair of her pubic oasis. He probes beneath it to feel the wetness of her sex.
Touching her there makes her moan deeply and meld herself closer into his form, his rigid cock still in her hand oozing precum. His balls are just visible outside his undone zipper. She feels the heat of his manly breath against her neck as he kissed her earlobes.
He is spreading her passion swollen pussy lips and teasing her pussy, and all this is getting her really hot and breathlessly close to the brink. He slips his forefinger deeper into her hot cunt and starts to finger fuck her pussy. She just let the moment seize her completely, as she thrusts her pussy at his hand, humping it, and moaning really loudly.
Damn he is good, her mind say just as she whispers in his ear…please fuck me right now, please.
He does not wait for another invitation as he gently turns her around, gesturing for her to still keep a foot on the edge of the chair. He shifts her thong to one side thus exposing her sopping wet pussy.
Out of habit, Doug spits in his right hand and rubs it all over the head of his throbbing white cock, and then gently plunges it right past her slippery pussy lips. He feeds her his thick and long meat pole, inch by thick veiny inch until he is buried deep inside of her pussy. Then he holds it right there as her pussy begins to twitch and ripple about his girth. Cries of passion escape her sexy lips, as he pulls back and start to rhythmically fuck her.
He drives his dick in and out of her wetness slowly at first then he begins to pick up speed, going faster, and deeper with each succeeding stroke…
Oh yesssss! Fuck me baby. Faster please! Oh yeahhhhhhh! She cries just loud enough for him to make out her words….as she throws back her ass at him, trying to capture more of his rigid cock.
He feels his control begin to slip away when he feels her pussy muscles begining to alternately clench and unclench about his dick, massaging and kneading his shaft as he fucks her faster.,….and harder…. He begins to groan … oh baby you are so good! Mmmmm…
As her orgasm nears, she begins to rub her clitoris even faster….flicking it with her wet fingers, even as he piles his piston of a cock into her pussy faster…setting her on fire.
The squishy sound of their sex, combines with their moans, groans and love cries to make a beautiful music that neither can hear as the fire of their lusty consumes them both at once…she being the first to succumb to a powerful earth moving orgasm that shakes her world to its very roots. Her whole body begins to convulse and her pussy walls start to spasm wildly as her pussy gushes, drowning his dick in her cum.
The wild spasms of her pussy, and the ecstatic scream of her release, trigger his own soul wracking explosion, forcing him to involuntarily drive his cock deeper into her body where he shoots his stream of hot creamy cum, flooding her cunt until there’s no room anymore. A mixture of their cum runs down the inner side of her thighs as they stand very still holding on to each other in an attempt at mutual reinforcement. Their combined strength keeping them from toppling over from post coital light-headedness.
Each of them lost in their own private thought of how they need to do this again. Just then, there comes a knock on the door, and the words “Room Service” jerk them out of their reverie. Just a moment she shouts back, as she winks at her lover, who has a giveaway silly smile of total sexual satisfaction still glued on his face.
The End
Copyright Don 2005
Jennifer and Doug had met at the annual regional convention of the marketing corporation for which they both worked.
It was obvious right from the first day that each found the other sexually attractive though from a distance. On the third day of the week-long convention, after enduring two days of encrypted smiles and discrete winks, it became obvious that they had to get together, and explore possibilities.
In spite of all this, Doug is quite flustered when she caught up with him at the elevator at lunch break, and suggested that they go out to lunch somewhere outside the convention centre. He quickly recovers and asks her, so where exactly do you have in mind? She laughs, as she evidently had no clue, neither did he, as they are both strangers to this city.
She quickly steals a glance at her watch, seeing that they have no time to go anywhere else. She leans quite close to him and whispers in his ears. His sexy blue eyes bulge out, as if they were going to fall out of his head as the audacity of her suggestion hit him.
As the elevator reached the ground floor, and the doors open, she quickly hit the button for her floor and the doors close again for the ride up to the 12th floor where her room is located.
Upon entering the beautifully appointed room, she quickly orders sandwiches and drinks, room service, while he sits in a reading chair with his back to the desk. Food ordered, she turns to him and kneels before him, turning up her face to meet his lips. They kiss each other with great passionate lust. The urgency of their wanton desire so obvious in the way they groped and fondled each other. His hands are down her shirt, and massaging her voluptuous breasts, feeling the hardness of her nipples against the flat of his palm serves to fuel his lust even more.
Her hand is buried in his open pants, and rubbing his turgid member, feeling it grow even bigger by the second. She brings it out and begins to suck on it, mmmm, how I love to feel a live cock growing even harder in my mouth she thinks to herself.
Soon they are on their feet, kissing, nibble and tugging at each other in a seemingly well-orchestrated sensual dance.
He has his hands on her firm ass and he rubs it down to her thighs and then lifts her leg up placing her left foot on the edge of the chair. Her pleated skirt opens at a convenient angle and he slips his roving hands under it…caressing her silken thigh, steadily moving higher until he finds soft hair of her pubic oasis. He probes beneath it to feel the wetness of her sex.
Touching her there makes her moan deeply and meld herself closer into his form, his rigid cock still in her hand oozing precum. His balls are just visible outside his undone zipper. She feels the heat of his manly breath against her neck as he kissed her earlobes.
He is spreading her passion swollen pussy lips and teasing her pussy, and all this is getting her really hot and breathlessly close to the brink. He slips his forefinger deeper into her hot cunt and starts to finger fuck her pussy. She just let the moment seize her completely, as she thrusts her pussy at his hand, humping it, and moaning really loudly.
Damn he is good, her mind say just as she whispers in his ear…please fuck me right now, please.
He does not wait for another invitation as he gently turns her around, gesturing for her to still keep a foot on the edge of the chair. He shifts her thong to one side thus exposing her sopping wet pussy.
Out of habit, Doug spits in his right hand and rubs it all over the head of his throbbing white cock, and then gently plunges it right past her slippery pussy lips. He feeds her his thick and long meat pole, inch by thick veiny inch until he is buried deep inside of her pussy. Then he holds it right there as her pussy begins to twitch and ripple about his girth. Cries of passion escape her sexy lips, as he pulls back and start to rhythmically fuck her.
He drives his dick in and out of her wetness slowly at first then he begins to pick up speed, going faster, and deeper with each succeeding stroke…
Oh yesssss! Fuck me baby. Faster please! Oh yeahhhhhhh! She cries just loud enough for him to make out her words….as she throws back her ass at him, trying to capture more of his rigid cock.
He feels his control begin to slip away when he feels her pussy muscles begining to alternately clench and unclench about his dick, massaging and kneading his shaft as he fucks her faster.,….and harder…. He begins to groan … oh baby you are so good! Mmmmm…
As her orgasm nears, she begins to rub her clitoris even faster….flicking it with her wet fingers, even as he piles his piston of a cock into her pussy faster…setting her on fire.
The squishy sound of their sex, combines with their moans, groans and love cries to make a beautiful music that neither can hear as the fire of their lusty consumes them both at once…she being the first to succumb to a powerful earth moving orgasm that shakes her world to its very roots. Her whole body begins to convulse and her pussy walls start to spasm wildly as her pussy gushes, drowning his dick in her cum.
The wild spasms of her pussy, and the ecstatic scream of her release, trigger his own soul wracking explosion, forcing him to involuntarily drive his cock deeper into her body where he shoots his stream of hot creamy cum, flooding her cunt until there’s no room anymore. A mixture of their cum runs down the inner side of her thighs as they stand very still holding on to each other in an attempt at mutual reinforcement. Their combined strength keeping them from toppling over from post coital light-headedness.
Each of them lost in their own private thought of how they need to do this again. Just then, there comes a knock on the door, and the words “Room Service” jerk them out of their reverie. Just a moment she shouts back, as she winks at her lover, who has a giveaway silly smile of total sexual satisfaction still glued on his face.
The End
My Dream
My Dream
Dreams are stronger when you have something or someone on your mind.
Seems you have been on my mind alot lately.
I guess it is the thought that I could be there with you now.
The two of us alone, nothing between us, but clothes.
Clothes that could be easily shedded
Then standing there in front of you
feeling your eyes on me
feeling moisture build between my legs.
Melting when you say my name
Trembling when you hold out your hand
Hoping that you will finally take me
Take me to that place only you can take me
The first touch on my skin burns me
Burns me to my most enter core
Now I know how it feels to be yours
Then your lips are so close to me that I feel your breath
I feel faint as you kiss me
Oh better than I ever thought
Your tongue feels at home playing with mine.
OH I feel his hands on my shoulders
they are kneading me
Suddenly the kiss is broke
You say that if we go much farther you will not be able to stop.
I understood what you were saying.
I reached up and placed your hand on my breast.
Letting him know that it was what I wanted also
Then he smiled and kissed me again.
Our hands took on a life of there own.
I was touching his body finally
Rubbing muscles that I had only imagined until that day
Then he touched my special spot
Feeling his fingers entering me
My legs just opened up to him
letting him see what he was doing to me
His fingers were covered with wetness
This was just from fore play
I reached over to find that he was hard and throbbing
My breath left me seeing how much he wanted me also
I whispered for him to take me
I wanted him to make me his
Repeatedly I begged for him to take me
Then I felt him over me and kissing me deeply
I felt him at my opening and I spreaded wider
OH he was entering me with gentle thrusts
I began to thrust with him until we were thrusting so hard
He makes this sweet sound that lets me know he is close
I feel my body starting to spasm and then I'm going over the edge
As I felt him shoot his love into me.
He laid there on top of me breathing hard
He looked at me and kissed me sweetly.
"I knew it would be this way," he said.
Tears begin to fall down my cheek
He kisses them away
He rolls off and pulls me to him
As I lay there listening to his heart beat
I wonder how I could go on without him in my life.
This was a one and only time for us.
Our lives were not where we could be together
As I rise to leave he pulled me down to him one more time.
He whispers, "you are better than any dream I dreamed."
Dreams are stronger when you have something or someone on your mind.
Seems you have been on my mind alot lately.
I guess it is the thought that I could be there with you now.
The two of us alone, nothing between us, but clothes.
Clothes that could be easily shedded
Then standing there in front of you
feeling your eyes on me
feeling moisture build between my legs.
Melting when you say my name
Trembling when you hold out your hand
Hoping that you will finally take me
Take me to that place only you can take me
The first touch on my skin burns me
Burns me to my most enter core
Now I know how it feels to be yours
Then your lips are so close to me that I feel your breath
I feel faint as you kiss me
Oh better than I ever thought
Your tongue feels at home playing with mine.
OH I feel his hands on my shoulders
they are kneading me
Suddenly the kiss is broke
You say that if we go much farther you will not be able to stop.
I understood what you were saying.
I reached up and placed your hand on my breast.
Letting him know that it was what I wanted also
Then he smiled and kissed me again.
Our hands took on a life of there own.
I was touching his body finally
Rubbing muscles that I had only imagined until that day
Then he touched my special spot
Feeling his fingers entering me
My legs just opened up to him
letting him see what he was doing to me
His fingers were covered with wetness
This was just from fore play
I reached over to find that he was hard and throbbing
My breath left me seeing how much he wanted me also
I whispered for him to take me
I wanted him to make me his
Repeatedly I begged for him to take me
Then I felt him over me and kissing me deeply
I felt him at my opening and I spreaded wider
OH he was entering me with gentle thrusts
I began to thrust with him until we were thrusting so hard
He makes this sweet sound that lets me know he is close
I feel my body starting to spasm and then I'm going over the edge
As I felt him shoot his love into me.
He laid there on top of me breathing hard
He looked at me and kissed me sweetly.
"I knew it would be this way," he said.
Tears begin to fall down my cheek
He kisses them away
He rolls off and pulls me to him
As I lay there listening to his heart beat
I wonder how I could go on without him in my life.
This was a one and only time for us.
Our lives were not where we could be together
As I rise to leave he pulled me down to him one more time.
He whispers, "you are better than any dream I dreamed."
-Shadow's Dove
What is Beauty?
Is beauty in the eyes of the beholder?
is it in her poise-the way she carries herself
is it in her smile- the way she brightens a room when she does
is it the sound of her voice- that captures you as she speaks
is it the way she sways her hips- when she walks to and fro
is it the color of her eyes- how they sparkle so when she looks
is it her soft full breasts- the way they bounce when she walks
the length and shape of her legs- toned, that carry her so poised
What makes someone beautiful?
Is it in his smile-as he shows you his happiness
is it in his soft eyes- that show kindness and love
is it in his well formed tush- you like to look at when he walks
is it is six-pack abs- that you like to glide your fingers across
is it his well defined arms- that make you feel safe
perhaps it is in the way he speaks- you can hear his patience
copyright 2005 lac
I have read articles about this subject, one recently by a man. Some men have been quite brutal to woman about us only seeking "hot men". This disturbed me and also made me laugh. It disturbed me because most woman do not choose "hot men" and each women has their own idea or description as to who they would consider a "hot man". Women do not all go after the same type of "hot man", if this were true, the world of dating would be monotonous. Such is not the case. Women now give themselves standards they follow. We are more selective with whom we want to date and we have the right to be. I believe we are following in the males footsteps by doing this. Men for years have always been selective. I remember distinctly growing up that my blonde friends were always getting chosen over me, a brunette. We use to joke about it and we did ask the guys; their reply "blondes have more fun". Well I have proved that theory wrong over the years. Another of the mens most wanted list while growing up was big breasts! Oh yes, something I never had, use to want to have, then I realized the shallowness of it. I am glad I am not big breasted. I understand men have their likes and dislikes of what they seek in a woman so why is it wrong for a woman? Double standard?
As a woman, my standards have changed over the past 14 years. They are not the same they were when I was a teen or young adult. Standards change with maturity. When you are younger (18-23ish) you aren't necessarily looking for a lifemate, but perhaps a guy to date, to see what is out there, what dating is like and enjoy each other and the friendship. You also get a sense of what you want and do not want in a partner. Now I look for maturity, loyality, financial security, if they are kind and loving, and spirituality. To me, those are important. (and others)
Some women want a man to be financially secure (not rich although some women are gold-diggers, but that is not the majority). Some men may disagree with that, I have an explanation. Men who constantly get a gold-digger or high-maintenance woman are looking for them and they may not know it. These woman are gorgeous, perfect-looking, want the best..etc and if that is what you are looking for guys, that is what you will get. I am in no way saying all woman are like that, but that is the profile. Not too hard to understand.
Some people call me picky, I do not mind. I call it being selective as I have the right to be. At least I know what I want and what I do not want. Every women has her own standards and needs and wants. We all arent looking for the "hot man" and if so, like I said before, every women has her own description of what a "hot man" is. For example, I think Enrique Iglesias is perfect, some of my friends agree some disagree.
Truth be told, women still want that chivalrous man and the "nice guy", I know I do. Nice, chivalrous men come in all looks, shapes and sizes. As do women.
Sunday, December 25
Wednesday, December 21
Angel...
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click here to see the trailer for City of Angels, one of my favorite, heart wrenching movies. "She would give anything on earth", "He would give eternity" for a love that lasts forever. That my fellow humans is Love. Take two minutes and watch this trailer. You won't regret it. I promise you.
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Saturday, December 17
Giving Myself
Here I stand naked and vunerable
freely giving myself to you
My heart, body and soul
are all for you
Here I stand, giving me all to you
Take me as I am
Love me as I stand
for I am not perfect
I am just me
Here I stand with a heart full of love
waiting to unveil it
for my one true love
I promise to always please
perhaps beg on my knees
For all my love is for you
Here I stand, take me as I am.
Giving myself freely to you.
copyright 2005 lac
Oral Release
Brushing past each other
On several occasions
Catching the whiff of your CK Obsession
Reaching beyond my nose to stir my passion
With your signature backward glance
I know the feeling is mutual
How long shall we maintain this dance?
Is this deceit meant to be perpetual?
I just wonder
My anticipation ripping my heart asunder
At last here we are
Away from the prying eyes of the world
Stealing the moment as best we dare
Our craving for each other begins to unfold
Reveling in the beauty of our nudity
Your wet softness, my turgidity
Your nipples harden upon my touch
Goose bumps gracing my caress
In between your silken thighs, I watch
As your delicate fingers flick and tease in your wetness
The fragrance of you intoxicating the man in me
I kneel before your temple of pleasure
And I’m lost to the moment
Licking the wetness from your fine fingers
Letting my lower lips rub over your swollen ones
Your back arches as the liquid fire in my tongue
Burns deep through the wetness into your sexual soul
Teasing them, spreading them, sucking on them
Your moans testimonial to the pleasure you receive
Reaching deeper into soft juicy pinkness
Working my tongue in and out deep and fast
I explore for nectar, your juice of life
Ass bucking….thrusting forward smearing my face
I feel the warmth, the fragrance, the delicious creamy mess
Painting the art of our collective passion
Upon the canvass of my face
As I take your erect pink clit in my mouth
And through it sucking away the sexual frustration
The lost time, the unfulfilled desires of years upon years
Suddenly, my head is gripped in a vice
My eyes, my ears, mouth and nose all trapped
Prisoners of passion in your sex triangle
Yet the force of your soul rending orgasmic scream
Ripples through out your body…
Resonating through mine, fuelling my own release
One moment later, we lay spent in each others arms
United in our defeat of sexual deprivation
In our mutual fulfillment, our sexual bliss
don-2005
On several occasions
Catching the whiff of your CK Obsession
Reaching beyond my nose to stir my passion
With your signature backward glance
I know the feeling is mutual
How long shall we maintain this dance?
Is this deceit meant to be perpetual?
I just wonder
My anticipation ripping my heart asunder
At last here we are
Away from the prying eyes of the world
Stealing the moment as best we dare
Our craving for each other begins to unfold
Reveling in the beauty of our nudity
Your wet softness, my turgidity
Your nipples harden upon my touch
Goose bumps gracing my caress
In between your silken thighs, I watch
As your delicate fingers flick and tease in your wetness
The fragrance of you intoxicating the man in me
I kneel before your temple of pleasure
And I’m lost to the moment
Licking the wetness from your fine fingers
Letting my lower lips rub over your swollen ones
Your back arches as the liquid fire in my tongue
Burns deep through the wetness into your sexual soul
Teasing them, spreading them, sucking on them
Your moans testimonial to the pleasure you receive
Reaching deeper into soft juicy pinkness
Working my tongue in and out deep and fast
I explore for nectar, your juice of life
Ass bucking….thrusting forward smearing my face
I feel the warmth, the fragrance, the delicious creamy mess
Painting the art of our collective passion
Upon the canvass of my face
As I take your erect pink clit in my mouth
And through it sucking away the sexual frustration
The lost time, the unfulfilled desires of years upon years
Suddenly, my head is gripped in a vice
My eyes, my ears, mouth and nose all trapped
Prisoners of passion in your sex triangle
Yet the force of your soul rending orgasmic scream
Ripples through out your body…
Resonating through mine, fuelling my own release
One moment later, we lay spent in each others arms
United in our defeat of sexual deprivation
In our mutual fulfillment, our sexual bliss
don-2005
Wednesday, December 14
A Kiss
A Kiss
A feeble meager effort
Are these words of mind
Inadequate echoes
Aloud with promise
But painfully empty
In the face of what can be expressed
Only
With a kiss
Are these words of mind
Inadequate echoes
Aloud with promise
But painfully empty
In the face of what can be expressed
Only
With a kiss
Each heart must know this
Or remain awkwardly at odds with love's pleasure
Until the magnetic pull of loves irresistible propensity
Draws us to the full circle of love's intensity
Love's measure
Learn and practice well
This perfect language, reader
For only in such timeless silence
Can the truth of love be known
Beyond the spoken threshold of love's alliance
Where two stilled lips
At last
Come home to rest
And bless their own
With a kiss
John Christopher 1990
Or remain awkwardly at odds with love's pleasure
Until the magnetic pull of loves irresistible propensity
Draws us to the full circle of love's intensity
Love's measure
Learn and practice well
This perfect language, reader
For only in such timeless silence
Can the truth of love be known
Beyond the spoken threshold of love's alliance
Where two stilled lips
At last
Come home to rest
And bless their own
With a kiss
John Christopher 1990
Sir Suspension Shows No Mercy-
When I first saw his message in my inbox, I thought his handle, Sir Suspension, was rather pretentious. I had been actively searching the BDSM dating websites and chatlines for months, looking for a compatible Dom, but I wasn’t getting the right results. I corresponded with some interesting people along the way but few of them were looking for a monogamous relationship. That was my bottom line, and I wasn’t going to compromise.
I had had a few boyfriends before marrying my husband James, who loved to spank me. It was a playful element before we wed, but as the years passed he took us deeper and deeper into kinky sex. Often he would come home with sexy garments he wanted me to wear – a harness that surrounded my breasts, open crotch pvc panties, a strange cuff that bound my arms together behind my back from wrist to elbow.
At first I went along with his requests for his sake, but I soon found myself hungry for more. From spanking my ass with his hand, he moved to a flogger across my back and my thighs. Then he started spanking my pussy after tying my legs open with my silk scarves. Sometimes he would get carried away with his flogger and slapping and I would find myself transported, sky-high. It was a delicious, floating sensation. I felt that there was nothing I wouldn’t accept from him as long as it took me to that place.
Then one day he came home and said that he wanted to start training other submissives. He called them slaves. He said that a woman from work had confided in him that she wanted to learn how to surrender and had guessed that he was a dominant. I was shocked to hear that he had already told her that he was happy to take her on.
We had terrible fights and he tried to prove to me that it was all part of the scene – but I didn’t feel we were in a scene. I thought we were in a marriage. Sadly, we ended up getting divorced. I dated a few fellows but I found their romantic attentions very, well, boring. All that affectionate petting and soft kissing left much to be desired.
But a lot of men on the kinky dating sites were like my husband – they wanted me to be one of their stable. But I wanted love. Love and pleasure and pain. Anyway, as I was saying about Sir Suspension, I thought his name seemed silly, but he wrote me a very powerful email. It said:
"There can be no ecstasy without an emotional connection. I am not looking for every submissive, I am looking for one woman who is strong enough to surrender to me and to my dark ways. Don’t respond if you don’t feel you can handle something intense and personal."
As soon as I read that, I felt that he was talking right to me, and even though he signed it Sir Suspension. I wrote back:
"I am also looking for one man, one who is strong enough to make me completely forget myself and who wants me to belong to only him." I just signed it "Janice."
The next email he sent me his phone number and asked me to call anytime after 6:00pm. That gave me the impression that he really wasn’t married, that he really was single. I called the same night and it was a very exciting conversation. His voice was low, controlled, sexy. We made a date for the next night.
When I arrived at the café, wearing the bright yellow scarf I told him would be my distinguishing item, he greeted me right away and handed me a single rose. Something about the gesture brought a tear to my eye and he enveloped me in his hug. We clicked from the very first minute.
He took me to a table in the back of the café and we talked for a couple of hours. "I’m sick of so much coffee," he said, "would you be comfortable coming to my place and I’ll cook us dinner?"
I didn’t hesitate. We walked a couple of blocks to his lovely apartment where he sautéed us some delicious omelets. He put on some Barry White, as corny as that sounds, and we started to slow dance. I cuddled into his generous body but within a minute he grabbed my hair and pulled my head back, descending onto my neck with an aggressive sucking action, then swallowing my ear. I squirmed inside his arms but he held me off-balance, making me immediately dependent on his grasp. I moaned uncontrollably, surprised and excited by the speed with which he had aroused me.
He scooped me up in his arms and walked down the hall to the very last room. I clung to him, unsure what was about to happen but already certain I could safely put myself into his hands. He pushed the door open and we entered a dark room. I couldn’t distinguish anything familiar.
"Do you want me to blindfold you, Janice?"
I shook my head no. I felt that I wanted to be fully aware of this first experience with Sir.
He carefully put me down in the middle of the room, steadying me until I was standing on my feet staring into his eyes with unspoken questions. He pulled out a strap and bound my wrists behind my back, closing the strap with a Velcro fastener. He rotated me until I was facing him and then, looking deep in my eyes, he unbuttoned my jersey, button by button. It was a simple act, but the manner in which he did it, the dominance that he projected onto even the most mundane action, made my legs tremble.
He pulled my jersey open and then mercilessly grabbed both of my nipples through the stretchy material of my bra. I felt a flood of moisture between my legs as I cried out "Yes, yes please!"
He knelt down behind me and I tried to twist my head to see what he was doing. He ran his hands from the back of my ankles, past my knees where he stopped to pinch the sensitive skin, and up my thighs under my skirt. He slapped my thighs lightly but repeatedly – so many times, in fact, that it began to really sting. I switched from leg to leg and he stopped.
"Don’t move, Janice. Don’t move one muscle unless I tell you to."
He resumed slapping the back of my thighs and then he stuck one hand in between my legs and slapped back and forth on my inner thighs. "Open your legs, please" he said, and I shuffled my feet about a foot apart.
With the back of his hand he slapped upwards against my pussy, his knuckles jarring me with increasing force. Bursts of tingling were replaced by heavy throbbing. I was finding it difficult to stand up.
"Do you want some support, Janice?" he asked me, just as I felt my legs would give out.
"Please," I answered breathlessly.
He reached up and grabbed hold of my panties, pulling them down to my ankles in one movement. Taking the hem of my skirt, he tucked it into the waistband. My ass and pussy were exposed and I twisted my body in embarrassment.
Then I watched him walk a couple of feet to the side of the room where he opened a closet door. Inside he seemed to press a button and I could hear a small motor whirling. I looked up towards where the sound was coming from to see a contraction of straps and netting descending from the ceiling. I was amazed.
He placed a main piece of the devise behind my butt and pulled me gently backwards. I sat in it – much like a sling swing - and he brought the strong netting under and around me. He slipped another thick strap under my ankles and then, pulling on my hair, brought me horizontal to the floor. Using a third wide swath, he supported my neck and head. I was held safely in the three places before he started adding all sorts of restraints around my knees and torso. As he worked around me, he stopped to pinch and twist my nipples or to roughly grab the flesh around my clit.
I was totally immobilized, hanging inside this mass of straps and netting, fully available to his every whim. He swung me around so that my head was near him and reached over my shoulder to grab the flesh of my breasts. He squeezed them so hard that I began to weep, but also to pump my hips with the excitement of it all. I couldn’t see what he was doing behind my head, although I could hear the sound of material and zippers.
Pulling on my hair, he drew my head backwards and began to beat my cheeks with his erection. He had removed all his clothes and from my position suspended on my back, I looked up at him standing behind my head and saw his long throbbing rod descend again and again on my face. I turned my head from side to side to avoid this humiliation, but he reminded me softly, "I said not to move, Janice."
Trying to lie still as he rubbed his bulging cockhead over my eyes, I felt my neck stretched back to its limits. "Open your mouth for me," he said, and I automatically complied. He shoved his cock deep into my throat and as I choked and gagged, he immediately came with great spurts. He pulled back out of me, spraying my eyes, my face, my tits with his cum cream.
I thought I could sense from his breathing that even he was surprised at the speed with which he had cum. He gasped a few times but then moved around to my side. With one hand he clutched my nipple and with the other he squeezed my clit. He pressed both nuggets and twisted them until I was nearly out of my mind. Then he began to slap my pussy and my tits at the same time and I was overwhelmed with waves of orgasm, as I sobbed with the sensations.
He left me suspended and restrained as I slowly recovered. It took me several minutes to realize that the sweet sadistic man was now wiping down my body with hot towels. "Now do you understand my name?" he asked me with a soft smile.
"Yes, Sir Suspension. Now I understand."
By Shoshana
Sunday, December 11
Master To Be...
She kneels in front of Him as He stands in His bedroom doorway, still in his business suit and tie. She is kneeling just inside the door to His bedroom. Her arms are behind her back handcuffed. The only article of clothing adorning her body is a sheer white maid's outfit and black heels and His collar. Her Masters' cock immediately hardens at the sight of his Pet, clearly visible through his pants.
She looks up into his crystal blue eyes with a teasing grin as she notices his arousal. "hello Master Tom" she whispers. His eyes shine with admiration as he looks down at her. "hello, my pet" he replies. He walks right up to her, her face cock level, she leans forward and rubs her face in his crotch, her teeth grazling over his pants on the outline of his hard cock. She hears Him inhale deeply at her touch. He slowly unzips his pants and his cock springs forth onto her face. She inhales deeply at His scent, knowing she has been yearing it all day, His scent and taste. She licks her lips and looks up at her Master as she takes his swollen cock into her mouth. Her tongue slipping around him as her lips wrap firmly around his hard cock. He moans out as his cock slips further down to his Pets throat. His hands move to the back of her head and he pushes his cock deep into her willing, hot mouth. In and out she sucks his cock hungrily, wanting & needing to please her Master. She hears Him groan out " I love fucking your mouth Pet, suck it harder Pet." She willingly complies.
She takes Him deeper and sucks Him harder, tasting His precum in her mouth. Her lips tighten as she feels Him ready to cum. His hands guide her head to His desired pace. He starts filling her mouth with his seed, she readily swallows it all. Her Mastesr steps back and smiles down "such a nice surprise Pet, well done." She only nods in reply. He helps her to her feet and leads her to His bed. He knows now, this is the night.
This is the night she is to be His forever. He cuffs her hands to His bed and leaves her legs free, knowing He won't be teasing her for long on this night. He removes his clothing revealing his athletic body. He slips onto the bed between her legs, craving the taste of His Pets' pussy. He hungrily dives into her nice, trimmed pussy that is His now to own. He licks her, sucks her and teases her clit, feeling her nub swell in His mouth. She squirms continously under his experienced mouth. He feels her ready to climax and moves away. He slides up her body and looks into her eyes. "Pet, tonite is the night you will belong to me and only to me. I will own you and you will be my Pet. Do you understand?" She replies, "yes, I want to be with you always Master Tom." He slowly guides his swollen cock to her entrance, ready to take her for the first time. Her wet pussy craving His cock and needing Him to be inside of her. He pushes His cock into her tight pussy, both gasping in surprise at the exquisite feel of each other. He pushes his cock all the way in her and holds it there, she feels him pulsing inside of her. He slowly pushes in and out of her tight pussy, craving her tight warmth. He pinches her nipples as he rides her. Faster He pushes deep inside of her, her hips grinding on His cock. Both needing and wanting to become one with each other, her pussy muscles tighten and He orders her not to cum until He allows. She whimpers in mixed frustration, needing to cum but knowing she must obey. His cock thrusts deeper into her, unable to go any deeper. His cock explodes in her and He groans out in pleasure, then he gives her His permission to cum. She screams out as she lets go and cums all over His cock, grinding harder and faster. Screaming out "Thank you Sir Tom", losing her breath as the mind blowing orgasm consumes her body.
He collapses on her as their sweatty bodies lay there in sweet rapture. Knowing she belongs to Him. Knowing He is now Master Tom, Sir Tom.
Saturday, December 10
Are you strong enough to be my man?
Are you strong enough to be my man?
Men want you to trust them. They say "I am not like the other men you have dated you can trust me." Yet when they say they will call at 7 and the call never comes you start to wonder. Your imagination runs away in every direction. This happens whether you are secure or not. If a man I am dating (or not dating actually) tells me he is going to call me at a certain time then I expect him to call me at the time HE specified. If he calls a few hours later with an excuse I just question it and shrug it off. If this happens more than 3 times in a row....he can go fuck himself, he is not worth it. Men tend to think that they are the best things since sliced bread, let me tell you all something.. you are not. A man must prove himself and his worthiness to a woman just as a woman has to do to a man. We can not just accept any man that comes running our way. Why should we make things that easy..just kidding. Relationships and love and trust are not something to throw caution to the wind. Yes I do believe in love at first sight and yes it has happened to me, but it had disappeared almost just as quickly as it had come and those 7-8 months of bliss were just that and sometimes I think I regret it but then I stop and think and then I am like "wow that was some powerful, erotic, mindblowing love." The passion is so intense as the feelings are, yes it does end but when you go back and think about it..It was intense and a great experience. I want that. I want that every day of my life for the rest of my life. I want to wake up and look over at my husband and know that he is the greatest thing that has happened to me and I to him. I want to know that I cant live without him and he cant live without me. I want him to treasure, love and respect me and our beautiful children. I want him to respect the fact that I have a career and work around our schedules with our children so I will still be able to have my career and be happy. I am a very independent woman and I need that. I need a man who can handle that. I need a man who will not put restrictions on my goals, aspirations, and dreams. Are you strong enough to be my man?
Men want you to trust them. They say "I am not like the other men you have dated you can trust me." Yet when they say they will call at 7 and the call never comes you start to wonder. Your imagination runs away in every direction. This happens whether you are secure or not. If a man I am dating (or not dating actually) tells me he is going to call me at a certain time then I expect him to call me at the time HE specified. If he calls a few hours later with an excuse I just question it and shrug it off. If this happens more than 3 times in a row....he can go fuck himself, he is not worth it. Men tend to think that they are the best things since sliced bread, let me tell you all something.. you are not. A man must prove himself and his worthiness to a woman just as a woman has to do to a man. We can not just accept any man that comes running our way. Why should we make things that easy..just kidding. Relationships and love and trust are not something to throw caution to the wind. Yes I do believe in love at first sight and yes it has happened to me, but it had disappeared almost just as quickly as it had come and those 7-8 months of bliss were just that and sometimes I think I regret it but then I stop and think and then I am like "wow that was some powerful, erotic, mindblowing love." The passion is so intense as the feelings are, yes it does end but when you go back and think about it..It was intense and a great experience. I want that. I want that every day of my life for the rest of my life. I want to wake up and look over at my husband and know that he is the greatest thing that has happened to me and I to him. I want to know that I cant live without him and he cant live without me. I want him to treasure, love and respect me and our beautiful children. I want him to respect the fact that I have a career and work around our schedules with our children so I will still be able to have my career and be happy. I am a very independent woman and I need that. I need a man who can handle that. I need a man who will not put restrictions on my goals, aspirations, and dreams. Are you strong enough to be my man?
Friday, December 9
How I see Myself
lying on my back
drowning in the sea
taking my last breath
feeling it leave me
the warmth of the water
easing my fears
the leaves floating by
decorating my grave
calmy i lay
as my eyes start to close
the darkness setting in
my life i'm letting go
free at last
from all the pain
seeing the light
as it calls my name
I look down and see myself
laying in the water
so beautifully
what a shame it had to be
ending my life
so suddenly
quietly i lay
happy i'll be
swimming in the depth
of eternity.
copyright 2005 lac
To the Depths of Me
aloneness sets in,
the darkness falls,
searching deep down,
into the depths of me,
the answers lay within,
the love is hidden,
digging for its release,
needing to let go,
the sole of my existence,
is within my heart
standing here alone
needin it to be
as I search
into the depth of me
copyright 2005 lac
My own touch 
Touching myself,
caressing my curves,
sliding my hands up and down my body,
feeling the goosebumps that cover my flesh,
my soft velvety skin craving,
sliding my hand between my legs,
feeling my moistness as I touch my outer lip,
I slip a finger in my sweet juices letting it slide in
a soft moan escapes my lips,
feeling my warm inside for the first time
slowly i rub my clit in a circle
the nub slowly growing as my excitement grows
my legs quivering a little as I reach my climax
moaning softly as I feel my body ready to explode
screaming out as my fingers rub faster
feeling my juices flow on my fingers
feeling bolts of electricity sparking through me
I reel out of control
my pleasure consuming me
my fingers slowly stop
my breathing still labored
thinking of how powerful my own touch is.
copyright 2005 lac
Wednesday, December 7
Happy Birthday To Me!
My best friend and I at a club
Portrait touched up by Samarel~ how he sees me. Very nicely done.
Twenty nine years ago today my wonderful mother brought me into this world. I thank her all the time for that (and sometimes my dad). My mother is an angel and I love her dearly. She helped create the woman I am today~ loving, kind, caring & understanding. The erotica, poetry, passion and others I learned along the way of life.
Tuesday, December 6
Il Divo- Great Song
A great song to listen to!!! enjoy..!
http://www.smashitsusa.com/player/ra/on-demand/raplayer.cfm?9374
http://www.smashitsusa.com/player/ra/on-demand/raplayer.cfm?9374
THE MAN YOU LOVE (IL DIVO)
Si me ves hallarás en mis ojos el amor
Si me ves hallarás en mis ojos el amor
eres tú la mitad que a mi vida completó
Lo que soy te daré sin miedo a algun error
creo en ti y dejaré en tus manos mi ilusión.
Quiero estar dentro de tu corazón,
Poder lograr que me ames como yo.
I only wanna be the man
to give you everything I can
every day and every night
love you for all my life.
I don't wanna change the world
as long as you're my girl
it's more than enough,
just to be the man you love.
Quiero ser el lugar donde puedas refugiar
el temor y calmar en mis brazos tu ansiedad
Desde hoy voy a ser todo para ti
Hasta ayer te soñé y ahora estás aquÃ
Quiero oir tus secretos, lo que sueñes descubrir,
quiero amarte asÃ.
I only wanna be the man
to give you everything I can
every day and every night
love you for all my life.
I don't wanna change the world
as long as you're my girl
it's more than enough,
just to be the man you love.
I only wanna be the man
to give you everything I can
every day and every night
love you for all my life.
I don't wanna change the world
as long as you're my girl
it's more than enough,
just to be the man you love.
Just to be the man you love
Wednesday, November 30
Thursday, November 17
Wednesday, November 16
Salvador Dali- Another of my favorite artists
Alot of people think Dali was sick because of some of his work. I respect him for not being part of the norm, for being who he was, an individual. He was a great artist and I love all of his work.
Tuesday, November 8
My Ephipany in Vatican City, Italy 2004
My Ephipany in Italy 2004
It was the last thing I expected as the tears fell....
Monday, November 7
Touching Me to My Core-My Inner Being
His words speak to my heart, the feeling of his lips on mine
send butterflies to my stomach, everytime
i love him, i truly do, he is my other half-my soulmate
he touches me to my inner core, i crumble in his presence
he puts me back together again
my heart opens to him as he holds it dear
he promises to never hurt me but to always protect me
he tells me he loves me as he holds me close in his arms
his hands caressing my arms, tickling my very soul
my eyes close as I feel him all around me
my clothes slowly sliding off my body
his lips all over my skin, my body belonging to him
my nipples turning hard as his mouth covers them
he slips his hand between my legs, parting them ever so gently
my heart racing, needing, wanting, craving all of him
our love binding us together, his seed filling me
he fills me completely, touching me to my inner core.
copyright 2005 lac
Tuesday, October 25
The Other Side(the negative is always there)
For every postive there is a negative. I had a personal goal a few years ago to make myself a more positive person. I believe that was one of the hardest challenges I have given myself so far. When you try to become a more positive person you have to remove the negativity from around you as well as the negative people-which can be very difficult because they maybe close to you. As I look back and analyze and look at myself now, I believe I have nearly completed my goal. I know some negativity will always be around in some shape and form but one needs to brush it aside or turn it into positive energy. Life is too short to be negative. I am happy with whom I am and whom I have become. I have grown a lot and continue to grow and learn. I know I will always need a little twaking now and again, but that is just who I am. I seek perfection within myself and all that I do. Is it a flaw? It could be looked upon as one. Is it so bad to strive to try and make yourself a better person? No, I think not.
Wednesday, October 19
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