Friday, December 31, 2010

New Year's Toy.... (Adult Themed XXX)

New Year's Toy....

The bell rang, accompanied by a soft shuffle of a package left to find. The receding shadow of the erstwhile public servant of postage rapidly fading out of focus as he beat an efficient retreat toward the awaiting packages, bills and earth shattering announcements of great, new and revolutionary new products, yours for but a small fee; plus shipping and handling but of course, awaiting his continued careful delivery in his white, blue and red chariot.

Opening the door, the small cardboard box looked innocuous enough at first, and then second inspection. He, of course, knew otherwise, gathering it in with a pleased look not unlike that of the famous Cheshire Cat....before shutting the dawn out once again. Returning to the lair, he drew a bath, scented and steaming, fixing hot tea, animals fed and then shutting the door to the sanctum with a final resounding click. Focused fondling under covers drew a soft surrendering whimper of refusal to greet the day. Undaunted, he nuzzled and persisted; till the mood hiding under the covers changed, letting loose the clutched straws of Nodd....

“Ga'mornin' pet,” He murmered.

“Mmphmppp...”

“I drew a bath,' He enticed as he massaged her soft smooth belly, then shoulders as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes....



“Mmmmm...” Eyes opening a little as nipples respond. “Shave me?” She asked half awake, playfully.

“Need you ask?” He chuckled with a grin, knowing the surprise he had just retrieved. Drawing the covers off she slipped to the carpet and padded to the tub, his hand drawn behind in her own, a shoulder bare as the robe slid free as if anticipating it's soon slide to the floor.

Until....

Veritas.... 

Nude Year's Resolutions.....

Well, its a Nude Year's Eve in a few hours, so here are a few resolutions I will add to during the day....

First, Exercise More!  Been hitting the gym as of late and nibbling my African Mango Seed Extract faithfully, so perhaps results will begin to show soon.  If not, watch the nice girl in the cowboy hat....



Raises the pulse a bit methinks....

Next one is for the ladies..:)

Work out with a buddy, you'll both get harder and firmer faster...It is good to get buff eh?



Have her spot you for this fulfilling ab workout.... works best if repeated twice daily, or thrice....

Reconnect with friends... you can't have too many friends!



Stay the night?

Embrace your Muse...music makes the world go round....



Vibrato!!

Veritas

Wednesday, December 29, 2010

Thursday's Post.. A collection just started tonight!!

Happy Thursday!, I found this just today and thought I would just take the Liberty to repost it here, just because I liked it!

Hope you do too.

Here's to 'The Errant Wife,' for this post.

V
~~~~~

Thursday, September 16, 2010

Group Post: I Came So Hard

There are some days that are meant for orgasms, days where there is nothing to be done but fuck, days that call you to bed for long, languorous hours - days where you awake, live and sleep as a slut for cock.

This was not one of those days. This was one of those days where you awake unpleasant, spend the morning bored, the afternoon enraged and have a drink on the way home from work to take the edge off - a day where the only fucking on the mind is telling someone else to go fuck themselves.

I was sitting with a friend having an early evening drink when my phone buzzed: Care to pop by? I replied: Not tonight, feeling unpleasant and having drinks. Are you still in town tomorrow? He answered: Give me half an hour now and then come back tomorrow for the evening.

I declined, he persisted, I gave in. Who would have thought?

He opened the door to his hotel room and put his finger to his lips: shhhhhh. I let him lead me inside, remaining quiet as instructed.

The living room of his suite was elegant and softly lit, the chair he sat me in plush and comfortable. He kneeled in front of me and kissed me, brushing my hair back from my face and nibbling my lip, running his hands up the side of my legs under my skirt.

I perched on the edge of the chair and kissed him back eagerly, pushing up against his perfectly angled body, one leg on either side of his hips.

He slid my panties off and pushed me back - having me lean against cushions while spreading my high heeled legs on either side of him, pushing up my skirt higher and higher.

He smiled at me and slid his fingers inside, watching my face as I arched up to meet his hand, rubbling my clit with his thumb and seducing me with his eyes. while I made soft noises of delight and encouragement.


He lowered himself between my legs and flicked me back and forth with his tongue, staring up at me and watching me enjoy his delightful work. Watching me watch him pleasure me thoroughly.

All saucy eyes, busy fingers and soft tongue he made me crazy in a matter of minutes. He made me make noises I have not ever made, he made me lift my body up to meet him, say his name, urge him forward.

I sat there at his mercy, body arched, muscles tense, fingers gripping his shoulders, the chair, my legs. I moved uncontrollably and utterly gave myself over to the moment, to him, to pleasure. I cleared my mind of everything except the feelings racing through my body.

I came so hard it shocked me. I came so hard it felt like the neverending orgasm. I came so hard I think every muscle in my body was involved.

That. Was. Awesome. I gasped. Utterly. Awesome.

Hello, he smiled.



Nice....

Veritas

I liked that one quite a bit,  reminded me of some delightful evenings...

Her Touch....

She came through the door, my heart bucked like a Godolphin Stallion at the anticipation of a starters pistol.  Her eyes met mine and I saw the ripple of recognition.  Her eyes widened, a smile starting as she quickened her pace to meet my own.  Her arms surrounded me and I was... home.  So tightly wrapped 'round my neck,  we stood, time slowed and I relive the moment in an instant.  Her scent teasing my nose as I burry into her mane of hair, her ear and slender neck mine to kiss and adore.  Long moments, no words spoken... Sounds receded as I felt the beat of her heart agaisnt my chest tight in her embrace.  We stood.  People moved around us unseen.  It didn't matter as that first minute passed...  I kissed her neck and whispered softly her name.  That special name only she knows.  The language forgien to most.  Menaingless to anyone aside from she.  She is in my arms and I am content.   The soft silken sheath she wears teases my senses as her breath warms and caresses my skin, her body heat enveloping me and caressing my soul.  Too much time had passed, any time apart really is far too long....  Present and past tenses meld as the moment grows a live in my heart.  I am complete in the moment... we are one.


until....

V

check again, I will add to this....

Tantalizing Thursday's Tascent Telling Touch to Teaze, Tittalate, then Transport & Trancend to this Tascent Tryst....

The Twelve days of Christmas, Redux!!!!

A Christmas Carol   (Completed 1-1-11 :))  


This Post changes as I add to it,
     come peek and comment,
          make it a duet....
               quartet, or more,
                    Usher together, twenty ten out the door
                         And romp in the sheets birthing eleven in a carnal roar....!!


A gift from Jenny Swallows,


Merry Christmas!!!




~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A HOLIDAY CAROL

Okay, there’s definitely some wishful thinking going on in this one. Day four, to be precise. I don’t have the biggest tits in the world, and they were a lot smaller when I was at college. My boyfriend of the time was desperate to try a tit fuck,and he wasn’t going to take no for an answer, so I was lying there trying to hold his cock between these two tiny breasts, and he was pounding away… and it wasn’t my fault he didn’t realize he was rubbing himself against my watchband, and actually scraping the skin off the side of his cock. He was hurting for days! And no, he didn’t even want me to kiss it better.

On the first day of Christmas, my true love gave to me…
A hot and steaming facial!
And I wasn’t even expecting it
I thought we were just petting
I wasn’t even touching it
But suddenly he rose up
Gave out a mighty cry
And it splashed across my cheeks and lips
And dripped down from my eye


On the second day of Christmas, my true love gave to me…
The best head that I’ve ever had
He started slow and teasing
Just lapping at my pussy lips
The tension stopped me breathing
I felt each delicate shift he made
Felt that loving tongue
Flicking wildly at my screaming clit
Oh God, I’m gonna cum!

On the third day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
Eight sweet inches of rock hard cock
Slipped between my legs
Teased me with an inch or two
He likes to hear me beg
At first I tried to bite my lip
But he kept on poking faster
Until I couldn’t help myself
“Just ram it in, you bastard!”

On the fourth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
A tit fuck like you won’t believe
So hot against my breasts
I held them tight against his cock
Felt his balls scraping my chest
Saw his face screw up with pleasure
Felt his rhythm quicken
Then splashing hot against my neck
And his cock was ripe for licking

On the fifth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
A hot cock up my back passage
On the kitchen table
He asked me how much I could take
I said “all that you are able’
I felt my tight flesh clinging to him
While his fingers fucked my cunt
And when we came hard both together
It felt better than up front

On the sixth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
The chance to suck him long and slow
To relish every inch
To take him deep inside my throat
To feel my tonsils pinch
His helmet, grasp it, tease the tip
I love to suck him off
And when he came like a runaway train
I swallowed every drop

On the seventh day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
A few days rest! And fuck, I needed them.!

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Hmmm.... My creative urges are blossoming after opening presents all day...

Lets see if I can add a bit, another Helpful Herbert offer! :)

On the seventh day of Christmas my true love gave to me,
Her wrists bound discretely in leather and fur,
Crossed demurely as if to hide,
Her soft, silken and smoothed delights,
Onto my face arose,
A wry grin,
Oh' secretly wicked girl,
Your treats are plain to see,
As is your Honey glistening for me....

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Mmmmm licking my pencil here is another,

On the eighth day of Christmas my true love gave to me,
Eight inches of heel, platforms and a naughty feel,
Slowly straddling me with a tiny smile
Eyes flashing, as she whispers,
“Come do me stud, for a good long while.....”
Thong slipped aside, I fondle and slip inside,
Eighty tiny mewls and she shuddered and sighed.
"Oh baby, thanks for the ride...."

Dusk deepens into night and another comes to the tip of my pen,


On the ninth day of Christmas my true love gave to me,
Nine tails o' cat as she kneels for a gentle lashing,
Gentle mewling with each soft caress soon reaches my ears,
Nine tails o' cat, laid softly with but a sting,
Her pant and purr allay my fears,
Breathlessly she betrays her secret fetish
The kiss of the lash she so doth relish,
Offered to her she kisses hungrily the handle,
As I press her back my cock erect, hers to fondle,
Before beginning her deep and ardent thrusting.


He chuckled and tapped away, another days naughtiness soon to post....

On the tenth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me,
Ten tiny toes,
Clad in sheer hosiery,
Nails all a glitter, sprinkled red, silver, gold and pink,
She slid them slowly along my cock,
She is, after all a bit of a kink,
"Baby," she cooed, "my world you rock"
So much to my surprise when she swiveled and settled,
Her wet petals and folds, so deliciously presented,
For a lick, a kiss and an oh so slow fondle,
Her silken sheathed toes wrapped astraddle my head,
Her body naked and pressing me down onto the bed, 
Her warm breath caressing my cock and ball bundle,
“Merry Christmas, my stud,” She said with a smile,
Then swallowed me whole and bobbed for quite awhile,
My own tongue drifted,
tween folds and honey hooded,
Lingering, exploring, probing, "So good..."
She whispered I'm quite gifted,
As she shimmied and settle well down on my tongue,
her toes massaging me as I gave her head,
“You, my Sir, are quite well hung,”
She said with a breathless smile as she licked,
“I do so hope soon to be dicked.”

He smiled to himself remembering her touch,
then penned another verse,
not hurried,
not rushed....

On the eleventh day of Christmas, my true love gave to me,
Eleven strokes to harden my cock,
She said with a smile,
As she jacked me for a while,
“I know you will do me oh so well....”
“I want you in me deep and slow, can't you tell?”
I groaned under her touch and managed a reply,
“Soon my anxious babe,”
“I'll bind you, each limb, with a black silken tie,”
“And fill you then flood you with that you so crave...”


On the twelfth day of ChristmasS, my true love gave to me,
Twelve Dreams come true,
Each a special treasure,
Each desire she said, “Just for you...”
She whisper'd softly, Of my love you should be sure,”
Whether with a glimpse of stocking and heel,
Or just a seductive fondle and a good feel,
She laughed with a sparkling smile,
“You can take me now, or in a while,”
“Get your camera, I'll pose,”
“be your New Year's delight”
Then she spread out sleek like a cat,
My cock long past phat,
Slipping home with a steady thrust,
She purred and mewled with happy lust,
“Merry Christmas, stud...”
She panted as I rubbed her hooded budd,
“And Happy New Year back my erotic friend,”
I growled with a final shudder,
“With your arms round me, no one can sunder,”
“And 'tis here, kissing your lips, I'll dally the new year to spend ….”

Hiontach!

Happy, Blessed, Joyfully Naughty Holidays!!!!

 
Veritas

Trivia...The Twelve Days Of Christmas

Just a bit of Trivia....


The Twelve Days of Christmas are the festive days beginning Christmas Day (25 December). This period is also known as Christmastide.
The Twelfth Day of Christmas is 5 January, with the celebrations of Christmas traditionally ending on Twelfth Night and is followed by the Feast of the Epiphany on 6 January. In some traditions the first day of Epiphany and the twelfth day of Christmas overlap.
Over the centuries, differing churches and sects of Christianity have changed the actual traditions, time frame and their interpretations. St. Stephen's Day (or Boxing Day), for example, is 26 December in the Western Church and 27 December in the Eastern Church.
Boxing Day, the first weekday after Christmas, is observed as a legal holiday in parts of the Commonwealth of Nations and was traditionally marked by the giving of Christmas boxes to service workers (such as postal workers and trades people) in the United Kingdom; 28 December is Childermas or the Feast of the Innocents.
Currently, the twelve days and nights are celebrated in widely varying ways around the world. For example, some give gifts only on Christmas Night, some only on Twelfth Night and some each of the twelve nights.
Another Helpful Herbert Comment....

Veritas

Monday, December 27, 2010

Erotic Flash Fiction

New From PB.... Anyone care to try?

Erotic Flash Fiction: "Flash Fiction Friday Challenge for 12-31-10


(Image source: femjoy.com , model unknown)

Your challenge for this Friday, 12-31-10, is to use the picture above to write a flash fiction of 66-86 words. Since everyone seems to be enjoying the required phrases, please use this phrase in your submission:

'...winter's kiss...'

As usual, nobody's checking word counts, or the key phrase, but you only cheat yourself if you break the rules. Unless you're breaking them to earn a spanking....in which case, see me after class."

I think I will play this week!

~~~~~~~~~

"...winter's kiss..."
oh what bliss,
as the furs seduce my frozen miss,
i love...this...
Strip....” 

"Strip for me...." he whispers in her ear.
"Now?" She looks up, a coy smile...snow swirling round...

"Yes, now...."

She rises, a little uncertain, a little aroused... no scratch that, very aroused.

"Will you cum watching ?" She whispers, her eyes bright...

"What do
you
think?" He answers low.... "you'll like it won't you?"
"Oh yes....oh yes...." She whispered as she rose..... 
Naked in the frigid air, nipples harden with the soft caress of her fur coat. Thighs spread with a smile, awaiting winter's kiss....


Veritas

Sunday, December 26, 2010

may i feel said he - Poem by E. E. Cummings

may i feel said he - Poem by E. E. Cummings

May the morning find you in lover's embrase,

V

 
may i feel said he by E. E. Cummings


may i feel said he
(i'll squeal said she
just once said he)
it's fun said she


(may i touch said he
how much said she
a lot said he)
why not said she


(let's go said he
not too far said she
what's too far said he
where you are said she)


may i stay said he
(which way said she
like this said he
if you kiss said she


may i move said he
is it love said she)
if you're willing said he
(but you're killing said she


but it's life said he
but your wife said she
now said he)
ow said she


(tiptop said he
don't stop said she
oh no said he)
go slow said she


(cccome?said he
ummm said she)
you're divine!said he
(you are Mine said she)


Come explore cummings.... but after your morning pleasures...

Veritas

Saturday, December 25, 2010

Just a thought....Knowing the Juice is Worth the Squeeze....

A Thought for a Quiet Christmas Day Twilight....

"Moral fiber. So, what is moral fiber? It’s funny, I used to think it was always telling the truth, doing good deeds, basically being a boy scout. But lately I’ve been seeing it differently. Now I think moral fiber’s about finding that one thing you really care about. That one special thing that means more to you than anything else in the world. And when you find her, you fight for her. You risk it all, you put her in front of everything, your life, all of it. And maybe the stuff you do to help her isn’t so clean. You know what? It doesn’t matter. Because in your heart you know, that the juice is worth the squeeze. That’s what moral fiber’s all about."

"....the Juice is worth the squeeze...."

Veritas

A Christmas Carol

A Christmas Carol   (Updated 12-29-2010 :))  


This Post changes as I add to it,
     come peek and comment,
          make it a duet....
               quartet, or more,
                    Usher together, twenty ten out the door
                         And romp in the sheets birthing eleven in a carnal roar....!!


A gift from Jenny Swallows,


Merry Christmas!!!




~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A HOLIDAY CAROL

Okay, there’s definitely some wishful thinking going on in this one. Day four, to be precise. I don’t have the biggest tits in the world, and they were a lot smaller when I was at college. My boyfriend of the time was desperate to try a tit fuck,and he wasn’t going to take no for an answer, so I was lying there trying to hold his cock between these two tiny breasts, and he was pounding away… and it wasn’t my fault he didn’t realize he was rubbing himself against my watchband, and actually scraping the skin off the side of his cock. He was hurting for days! And no, he didn’t even want me to kiss it better.

On the first day of Christmas, my true love gave to me…
A hot and steaming facial!
And I wasn’t even expecting it
I thought we were just petting
I wasn’t even touching it
But suddenly he rose up
Gave out a mighty cry
And it splashed across my cheeks and lips
And dripped down from my eye


On the second day of Christmas, my true love gave to me…
The best head that I’ve ever had
He started slow and teasing
Just lapping at my pussy lips
The tension stopped me breathing
I felt each delicate shift he made
Felt that loving tongue
Flicking wildly at my screaming clit
Oh God, I’m gonna cum!

On the third day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
Eight sweet inches of rock hard cock
Slipped between my legs
Teased me with an inch or two
He likes to hear me beg
At first I tried to bite my lip
But he kept on poking faster
Until I couldn’t help myself
“Just ram it in, you bastard!”

On the fourth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
A tit fuck like you won’t believe
So hot against my breasts
I held them tight against his cock
Felt his balls scraping my chest
Saw his face screw up with pleasure
Felt his rhythm quicken
Then splashing hot against my neck
And his cock was ripe for licking

On the fifth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
A hot cock up my back passage
On the kitchen table
He asked me how much I could take
I said “all that you are able’
I felt my tight flesh clinging to him
While his fingers fucked my cunt
And when we came hard both together
It felt better than up front

On the sixth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
The chance to suck him long and slow
To relish every inch
To take him deep inside my throat
To feel my tonsils pinch
His helmet, grasp it, tease the tip
I love to suck him off
And when he came like a runaway train
I swallowed every drop

On the seventh day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
A few days rest! And fuck, I needed them.!

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Hmmm.... My creative urges are blossoming after opening presents all day...

Lets see if I can add a bit, another Helpful Herbert offer! :)

On the seventh day of Christmas my true love gave to me,
Her wrists bound discretely in leather and fur,
Crossed demurely as if to hide,
Her soft, silken and smoothed delights,
Onto my face arose,
A wry grin,
Oh' secretly wicked girl,
Your treats are plain to see,
As is your Honey glistening for me....

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Mmmmm licking my pencil here is another,

On the eighth day of Christmas my true love gave to me,
Eight inches of heel, platforms and a naughty feel,
Slowly straddling me with a tiny smile
Eyes flashing, as she whispers,
“Come do me stud, for a good long while.....”
Thong slipped aside, I fondle and slip inside,
Eighty tiny mewls and she shuddered and sighed.
"Oh baby, thanks for the ride...."

Dusk deepens into night and another comes to the tip of my pen,


On the ninth day of Christmas my true love gave to me,
Nine tails o' cat as she kneels for a gentle lashing,
Gentle mewling with each soft caress soon reaches my ears,
Nine tails o' cat, laid softly with but a sting,
Her pant and purr allay my fears,
Breathlessly she betrays her secret fetish
The kiss of the lash she so doth relish,
Offered to her she kisses hungrily the handle,
As I press her back my cock erect, hers to fondle,
Before beginning her deep and ardent thrusting.


He chuckled and tapped away, another days naughtiness soon to post....

On the tenth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me,
Ten tiny toes,
Clad in sheer hosiery,
Nails all a glitter, sprinkled red, silver, gold and pink,
She slid them slowly along my cock,
She is, after all a bit of a kink,
"Baby," she cooed, "my world you rock"
So much to my surprise when she swiveled and settled,
Her wet petals and folds, so deliciously presented,
For a lick, a kiss and an oh so slow fondle,
Her silken sheathed toes wrapped astraddle my head,
Her body naked and pressing me down onto the bed, 
Her warm breath caressing my cock and ball bundle,
“Merry Christmas, my stud,” She said with a smile,
Then swallowed me whole and bobbed for quite awhile,
My own tongue drifted,
tween folds and honey hooded,
Lingering, exploring, probing, "So good..."
She whispered I'm quite gifted,
As she shimmied and settle well down on my tongue,
her toes massaging me as I gave her head,
“You, my Sir, are quite well hung,”
She said with a breathless smile as she licked,
“I do so hope soon to be dicked.”

He smiled to himself remembering her touch,
then penned another verse,
not hurried,
not rushed....

On the eleventh day of Christmas, my true love gave to me,
Eleven strokes to harden my cock,
She said with a smile,
As she jacked me for a while,
“I know you will do me oh so well....”
“I want you in me deep and slow, can't you tell?”
I groaned under her touch and managed a reply,
“Soon my anxious babe,”
“I'll bind you, each limb, with a black silken tie,”
“And fill you then flood you with that you so crave...”


Hiontach!

I'll add to this as the weekend passes, Comments appreciated!!!

Suggestions too!

Veritas

Friday, December 24, 2010

Mulled Wine - Traditional Holiday Recipe for Mulled Wines

Mulled Wine - Traditional Holiday Recipe for Mulled Wines: "Mulled Wine Recipe"



A Link to a Great Mulled wine recipe! Enjoy!
and Merry Christmas!

i carry your heart with me - Poem by E. E. Cummings

A Lovely Poem for the Holidays....

enjoy, Veritas

i carry your heart with me - Poem by E. E. Cummings: "i carry your heart with me by E. E. Cummings
i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)"

Thursday, December 23, 2010

Celtic Blessings and Prayers

A short bit of bad poetry before the blessings!!

It is Christmas Eve and all through the blog,
not a typist is stiring,
The net is agog,
Then suddenly arose with such a clatter,
Twelve tiny Vixens,
in heels and full of naughty chatter,
Rest well dear reader,
Holiday Parties soon will cease,
and we can all return to writing in peace....

Just an off the cuff riff so read it and smile,
then browse thes pages a bit or awhile,
I hope you find pleasure in my style,
I write for thee, the favorite channel on my dial.

Merry Christmas....

Celtic Blessings and Prayers: "You are the peace of all things calm
You are the place to hide from harm
You are the light that shines in dark
You are the heart's eternal spark
You are the door that's open wide
You are the guest who waits inside
You are the stranger at the door
You are the calling of the poor
You are my Lord and with me from ill
You are the light, the truth, the way
You are my Saviour this very day.

celtic oral tradition - 1st millennium"

Peace, Veritas....

Monday, December 20, 2010

Red's the colour by Gabrielle Bryden

Red's the colour by Gabrielle Bryden


Red's the colour by Gabrielle Bryden

red proved the toughest contender
in the fiery battle between black and colour

he was a radical mover and shaker
a hot-blooded fighter

who waved the scarlet standard tall
for black to see and force to fall

he led all colours deep into the heated battle
memories of the long dark days

ignited their passions

which raged and flared
creating their own light

they reveled in the spilling of crimson blood
and black recoiled in horror

red rolled out the carpet for his friends
when the battle was won
power to the petite

Red's the colour by Gabrielle Bryden

Red's the colour by Gabrielle Bryden

A lovely poem, not erotic, but beautiful...

Hope you enjoy it.

V

UNSHELVED WORDS


Frolic in the snow
Doing your own happy dance
As the world plays tag.
UNSHELVED WORDS: "Frolic in the snow
Doing your own happy dance
As the world plays tag."


I like it!

V

The Swingers Attic

Another interesting site, full of fun facts to know.... definately not PG. If you dont like it, try a cookie below....:)

V

The Swingers Attic

Sweet & Simple Bakes Recipes: Cranberry, Pecan and White Chocolate Cookies

OK, It's a recipe!! And it looks damned good so pull your panties up and copy it down....

Scratch that, keep the panties down....

Ok, at least I'm consistent.... But it is a good recipe and after bliss munchies are "de rigure." (Did I spell that write? Maybe someone will correct me maybe?)

Enjoy, Veritas....

Sweet & Simple Bakes Recipes: Cranberry, Pecan and White Chocolate Cookies: "Cranberry, Pecan and White Chocolate Cookies

Wishing all our bakers a Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!!

Cranberry, Pecan and White Chocolate Cookies

Makes 30

Ingredients
150g plain flour
½ tsp baking powder
½ tsp salt
75g rolled oats (not instant)
125g soft butter
75g dark brown sugar
100g caster sugar (superfine)
1 egg (large)
1 tsp vanilla extract
75g dried cranberries (or dried fruit of choice)
50g pecans, roughly chopped
150g white chocolate chips (or chocolate of choice)

Preheat the oven to 180oC/ 350°F/gas mark 4.

Measure out the flour, baking powder, salt and rolled oats into a bowl.

Put the butter and sugars into another bowl and beat together until creamy — this is obviously easier with an electric mixer of some kind, but you just need to put some muscle into otherwise — then beat in the egg and vanilla.

Beat in the flour, baking powder, salt and oat mixture and then fold in the cranberries, chopped pecans and chocolate chips.Roll tablespoonfuls of dough into a ball with your hands, and then place them on a lined or greased baking sheet and squish the dough balls down with a fork. You may need two baking sheets or be prepared to make these in two batches.

Cook for 12 to 15 minutes; when ready, the cookies will be tinged a pale gold, but be too soft to lift immediately off the tray, so leave the tray on a cool surface and let them harden for about 5 minutes. Remove with a spatula to cool fully on a wire rack.



Posted in Cranberry Pecan and White Chocolate Cookies by Maria♥"

Check it out!

V

The Strip.... Chapter Four

The Strip, Chapter Four....

Slowly she smiles, and grinding to the beat, she sinks to her knees tugging his boxers down as she descends....his cock rising to greet her gentle kiss and lick. Moaning softly she looks up into his eyes and whispers, “Whew its hot in here!!!” she fans herself as she fills in the measurements of his tumescent steel and sinks ...lost in his words.... “Oooooooh, I can't wait for you to fuck me ….”

“MMMm it is good to be home... “
he grinz and kisses her......watching her kneeling naked and rubbing....and he continues her sweet slow mind fuck....
Tension slowly builds as he leans back watching her felicitous licks, tiny and soft... Just like he likes.... Then with a swallowing suction she unexpectedly applies, he moans....calling her name just loud enough to hear.... She looks up, her emotions show in her eyes as she looks into his...”I love pleasing you....”
“You do sweet, you do....”
A deep lingering gag ensues before she slowly draws off... Rising to the music, her breasts shimmying in rhythm... she smiles a little through eyes clouded with lust.... Gyrating slowly ,she let her hands play and explorer like a dancing hummingbird, running over her body.... Her skin tingling at her own touch, her face betraying her own arousal. Her lips and chin wet with the slick remnants of her flirty suck, she moves to the music, bending forward offering her breasts... Her lips part in hunger and desire, as her eyes twinkling hiding the thoughts churning behind. Watching him on the couch, cock erect...she reaches down and plays a bit in her sticky playground....

”Tell me love....let me see...let me see your love isn't just a Mask....?” she whispers half to herself....”let me reconcile the violence in your heart....”
He looks up, the strip forgotten for a moment....she touches him....her love... her concern, “You make me feel pure....Oh, sweet Minx, you exorcise my demons with each breath....”
Slowly she crawls to his lap and kisses him....”I want to cum for you love.....” I want you to watch....
And with that, she settles on the end of the couch legs wide as her fingers gently began to play.....


until.....

Sunday, December 19, 2010

Shades Of Erotic Poetry

 Shades Of Erotic Poetry:

I found this today, (Thanks J!) By 1man, the imagery just wells up at you...
If you like, kindly leave a comment and visit Shades....

"Moisten droplets, ease past swollen lips,
Wet panties lowered,
Knees rise toward bosom,
Heated fingertips slide in slippery feminine sweat…
Desire consumes loins,
As thoughts of you rekindle the passion we shared last night,
Intertwined as one..."



V....

Saturday, December 18, 2010

The Pleasure Principle

Just happened across this Post, lovely women who like to be spanked... Erotic spanking is something I have found a bit, erm, interesting. It isn't the spanking per se, but the reaction of the lovely woman being spanked. Watching her arousal, her wetness growing as she struggles to absorb the pleasure/pain.... Perhaps not a daily meal but ah, the unexpected appetizer! ...V

Check out "The Pleasure Principle"
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The Pleasure Principle: "SPANKING!!!
Limits are a funny thing. I had many in January 2010. I've been pushed past those and Journeyed Beyond Limits. Thank goodness because I discovered I love to be spanked. Well, erotic spanking; specifically over-the-knee (OTK) bare-hand spanking. For me to enjoy it, it definitely has to be just the right spanker."
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I felt a bit inspired by it so my humble submission follows....V

"Polishing her behind with an oiled hand, he explored her hidden folds and valleys, pausing to cup each full cheek, then suddenly a sharp swat with a cupped hand caught her unready as she moaned in surprise and unexpectedly revealed desire.... 'Thank you, ...Master" She paused before uttering the word, so forgien to her tongue but so true....oh, so truly her name for him. He paused as she whispered his hand once again oiling and massaging her behind. He drew her up and leaned forward to draw near her delicate ear. Kissing a lobe he whisperd softly, 'Mine...' as he layed another stroke. She shuddered, arching her back as she mewled in a soft pant as she savored the first of many le petit mortes of the evening."

Happy Saturday! Veritas

PMac - Picture for Me

Insatiabear: A Panserbjørne's Musings: Flash Fiction Friday FAQ!

Insatiabear: A Panserbjørne's Musings: Flash Fiction Friday FAQ!: "
Flash Fiction Friday!
"

Flash Fiction Friday FAQ

Flash Fiction Friday FAQ

Something fun to look at,

V

i carry your heart with me - Poem by E. E. Cummings

i carry your heart with me - Poem by E. E. Cummings: "i carry your heart with me by E. E. Cummings
i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)"

...and another....

V

Famous Love Poems And What They Mean | Lifescript.com

Famous Love Poems And What They Mean Lifescript.com: "Sonnet 18
By William Shakespeare

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature's changing course, untrimm'd;

But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou growest;
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee."

Just thought it looked good here this morning....

Veritas

Ok, Here's one that is decidedly PG, Another Helpful Herbert Special Message....

Smart, Sexy Shoppers will find a few pocket lining specials here, So check it out, tell me if you like the site?

The best part is you can coupon clip in any manner of undress...  Something decidedly sexy about watching a naked woman intently web surfing, her thoughts on the latest side zip jeans from Victoria Secret or even a recipe.  A look of innocent intensity on her face, bare skin vulnerable in the blue screen glow...  Her look or distracted gratitude as I set a cup of steaming tea near, her touch light, yet full of promise, "later dear, but....soon, and then....:)"  Unsaid meaning clear in her eyes before she returns to her foray into cybershop....

All good things are worth waiting for.....

http://www.couponcabin.com/

V,  sometimes known as Helpful Herbert

Friday, December 17, 2010

The Strip.... Continued, Chapter Three

The Strip, Chapter Three....

"Ermmm... would you like a Becky?" she whispered

"As a verb?" He chuckles in reply.

"Mmhmmm..."

"Who could say no?"  his hands sliding the shorts off her ass.  Her fingers deftly opening his fly as she rises to tiptoe, balancing on perfectly pink, french tipped pedis. Her eyes on his own as she watches his every reaction while tugging his jeans seductively off... Her own shorts settling in a roll around her thighs....he watches, transfixed.
"All smoothed ,for you, lover..." Her quiet words washing over him as he  lay back and let his little seductress stripper love work her magic....She worked her ass, the shorts barely clinging on as she nudged his thighs apart with a swirl of her satin hips; and danced... She danced. Slowly. For him and his eyes only. Her arms raised, her tumultuous hair held aloft. He watches her transfixed, Her ruddy mane jumbled spilling between her fingers, just like he likes.  Her ink shimmers into view as her whirl brings her half around, he reaches forward and slaps a cheek startling. His reward, her little exclamation of surprise....and she arches her back with a deep moan..."Oh I like that...."

"I know babe, I know...." and he watched as she bent away from him parting her cheeks in display.

"You want me don't cha?" She purrs....

"At least thrice....." He grunted a finger playing over the offered honey slick lips.....

Turning coyly away she put a hand on his shoulder as she leaned into claim a kiss,  her other delicate hand curling under the leg of his boxers, around his cock; gently jacking him as she kissed....

"First I want to taste you....."
“Please...” his throaty reply, “please do...”

until....
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Pouty Lips....

Pouty Lips,
Sensuous hips,
A delicate nipple,
Aroused and my finger's ripple
Lips explore,
his and hers,
duets unfurled,
the pleasures of a an unclothed girl.....

Hiontach!!!

From the Boardwalk Bar...... 'twas a succesful day, now time to play.....

Wednesday, December 15, 2010

Shaving or.... not? Musings of a Wandering...

Shaving or.... not? Musings of a Wandering...

Heels n Stockings, Every Man's Favorite...Who needs more?

 - Picture for Me

Sexual adventures of a married woman

Found this wandering, check it out... V

The Euphemism Generator...Try It! Plus a Few Other Noteworthy Bloggies....

Ok, I'm addicted....

http://walkingdead.net/perl/euphemism

Try this too...

http://heelsnstocking.blogspot.com/

I think I'm finding a theme here but honestly I'm not trying!

Oh! Another!

http://hntanon.blogspot.com/?zx=42eb3f48223b6f4

Yes it is "Hump Day"

The Pleasure Principle: TMI Tuesday: November 30, 2010

The Pleasure Principle: TMI Tuesday: November 30, 2010: "Tuesday, November 30, 2010
TMI Tuesday: November 30, 2010"

Shaving or.... not? Musings of a Wandering Mind....

Stubble is alway good, but it works both ways....I prefer the look and feel of a brazilian shave, but a little stubble here and there is, frankly, erotic.  An immediate reminder the saucy owner isn't some perfect goddess, but rather a real full woman, who likes me enough to spread (though she of course, would be, wouldn't she; or why would I be dining between her creamy thighs now would I?)  But I digress...to rub chin and cheeks slowly across a velvet mound betraying but a patch of stubble here or there... now that is a feast to savor!

My own, well, stubble seems to happen round about noon in all scenarios.  The other day I was at lunch with a dear friend and she reached over suddenly without warning, asking:  "Now what is with this?"  and began to fondle with my soul patch, sadly, not in a good way.  "But babe, This isn't for looks, its functionally therapeutic!"  She arched a brow and said well not for me, I never come that way"

I looked back for a long moment before replying, "You will...."

V

We're linked!

Here's to Jenny for posting my short..."The Strip."  There is more, soon...  Comments, Photo's and links all appreciated!

...And here is a link to another excellent blog:
http://www.shewrites.com/

and yet another.....

http://playfullyyours.blogspot.com/?zx=7f61e784d15bb026

Love the corset, it looks familiar.....:)

V

Monday, December 13, 2010

A Few Good Things to Know....

1.When she walks away from you mad
                                                                [ Follow her ]
2.When she stare's at your mouth
                                                                [ Kiss her ]
3.When she misses you
                                                                [ she's hurting inside ]
4.When she start's cussing at you
                                                                [ Kiss her and tell her you love her ]
5.When she's quiet
                                                                [ Ask her whats wrong ]
6.When she ignore's you
                                                                [ Give her your attention ]
7.When she pull's away
                                                                [ Pull her back ]
8.When you see her at her worst
                                                                [ Tell her she's beautiful ]
9.When you see her start crying
                                                                [ Just hold her and dont say a word ]
10.When you see her walking
                                                                [ Sneak up and hug her waist from behind ]
11.When she's scared
                                                                [ Protect her ]
12.When she lay's her head on your shoulder
                                                                [ Tilt her head up and kiss her ]
13.When she looks at you in your eyes
                                                                [ dont look away until she does ]
14.When she doesnt answer for a long time
                                                                [ reassure her that everything is okay ]
15.When she say's that she like's you
                                                                [ she really does MORE than you could understand ]

Sunday, December 12, 2010

The Strip.... Chapter Two....

The Strip, Chapter Two....


He snaps his fingers and points to his feet with a challenging grin, eyes sparkling at the progress of the evening.  "Then strip...."
She bends forward cupping her breasts.... offering, as he reaches up fondling her through those silken boy shorts she favors, stroking idly as her face slid through a range of emotions....surprise....lust...need...coy surprise and then her parted lips betraying her deepest desires...
"Wanna see?" she teases as he feels the wetness flood the thin fabric, her hardening nub rising under his playful stroke. 
"Promises, promises..." he chuckles....daring her.
Her eyes flash, playfully, as she strips off the top and dances away in a slow gyration of hips and shimmying breasts.....
“You want naughty, or nice?” She asks, laughing “ I like to start out nice...”

"I'm hard as a rock," he growls and reaching up pulls her into his lap..."Nice is naughty too, now dance for me pet...."
Her hips responding with a slow grind as he guides her with both hands...his eyes casually taking in the comfortable curves of her creamy bottom; round and firm as the first time he touched her...

She settled herself down deeper ,riding his bulge with a rising tempo. The sticky slickness soaking her toy shorts as she worked her delicious hump whirling up and down across his tented jeans.......

Turning and arching she looks back into his eyes..."You like it baby?" 
"You have no idea Minx....."

She continues her grind slowly arching her back and tossing her hair in his face until he reaches up gathering a handful and dragging her back to meet his lips....a thorough exploration of her sweet tongue and lips lingering as she feeds her tiny gyrations on his hardening cock trapped (temporarily he fervently prays) in denim.... a hand slips down to fondle his cock through the fabric as he breaks contact with her honey lips for a regretful moment. "Undo the belt babe, undo, the , uhm, belt....."

She purrs and rolling around to face him, straddling his rising bulge as his hands search and fondle her breasts.  Her fingers playing with his buttons undoing one, then another, until she reaches his belt...spreading his unbuttoned shirt wide, she presses her naked breasts to his chest, writhing with the music... Her lips trailing his neck and chest... her fingers playing in the hairy thatch of his chest. 

His hands advancing purposefully, running under the fabric of her shorts as he reveled in the gentle insistent caresses of her pink tongue and playful lips...

until....

(Comments and suggestions always appreciated, perhaps you can help guide the story?)

Saturday, December 11, 2010

The Strip....

The Strip....Chapter One....

Strip....”


"Strip for me...." he whispers in her ear. 

"Now?" She looks up with a coy smile....

"Yes , now...."

She rises, a little uncertain, a little aroused... no scratch that, very aroused.

"Will you cum watching me?" She whispers, her eyes bright...

"What do you think?" He answers low, pausing a moment as he looks into her eyes.... "and you'll like it won't you?"

"Oh yes....oh so yes...." She whispers as she rises..... 

Already only seated wearing but a tee and boy short panties, she rises and leans forward a little to him, smoothly pushing the chair back her with her arms, giving him a little peak down her neckline as she arches forward in offering.  Her hands move to her hips, tugging on her panties as her hips sway slowly to music soft, almost unheard....fingertips moving closer between thighs feeling the heat and wetness through the silky fabric....

Sitting back, he watches her familiar feline moves... the girl nearly naked in the thin fabric..."That's it baby girl..." he mummers..."tug that fabric and show me how it arouses you..."  His hand moves to his pants, already hard.  His eyes stray from her mound to decolletage....a glimpse of breast catching the half light.  "It isn't a game..."

"I know...." she whispers back looking deep into his eyes, searching....hips swaying....

His cock rises as he watches...."shall I tip?"

"Not ones...."  I don't strip for singles....a look passes....She laughs bright like a crystal prism with a sharp flick of a nail resonating in the quiet room.

"I don't tip singles..".as he tosses a hundred casually at her bare feet...."and I expect a happy ending..."
"I wouldn't give you any less..." She replies deep and slow as she cups a breast; a fingertip playing coyly at her lips.....

“Oh, just keep talking...tell me what you are going to do to me if you have me” she whispers in a sudden rush as her heart begins to race...a mixture of nervous arousal, desire and sudden self conscious uncertainty washes over her, triggered yet again by this familiar man.

Until....


Thursday, December 9, 2010

Her Touch....

Her touch....
He looks in the mirror, blue eyes peer back wondering who is this man in the mirror....how did you get here,  thoughts drift idly as he considers his life...
What makes a man? He wonders....some would say it is the capacity to reason and to love. 

Both thoughts give pause...some would say it is but a simple truth...love fulfills....desire, romance, the touch of a woman he loves....these are the things that make a Man.  Sometimes it blossoms in the oddest places. 

But it grows and endures.....thats the true test, not fleeting passion; though passion, to be sure, is the fertile ground for that deeper, needful, desire, that true joy, that true affection. 

He searches within and finds her hand gently within his heart...a gentle touch, a tiny smile...her clear eyes on his....he touches her lips and whispers her name.....

Until....


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Wednesday, December 8, 2010

Love and Sex....

Thoughts abound....

Approaching slowly in the night
Tis her, in heels
Ankles cuffed and firmly bound
Standing shyly in display
Breasts... full and round
Her slight smile, enigmatic...just right...
Parted lips, his own soon seals
Rustling chains announce each step in couplet
Her  image statuesque and bound, no man 'twould forget
Her surrender, his delight...
Her delight, his command....

Until....

Tuesday, December 7, 2010

A moment of silence....

Well it is the seventh, and a moment of silence for Pearl Harbor Veterans and fallen.  Freedom to express ourselves here and anywhere is the gift of those who sacrifice for freedom.  Have a good day....
-Veritas

Monday, December 6, 2010

Absolute submission

Absolute submission: "Love Quote of the Day
Men always want to be a woman's first love - women like to be a man's last romance.
Oscar Wilde"

Sunday, December 5, 2010

Ode to Her Bosum Ripe....

Ode to Her Bosum Ripe....
His thoughts drift to her...her smiling eyes, soft and bright,
Her glow exudes, tis his to feed...
Her touch, gentle, exact, just so, so right,
He gathers her in, sheltering in warm embrase,
Pressed to him feeling his need...
her soft cheek's light touch.... his grace...

Bemoan your plight....
oh penning lad,
His goddess Greek
his Minx so sleek...
oh to feel the gentle caress of her cheek,
tis she that is his to seek,

Eyes closed, he feels her near,
sudden enveloping emotions fly, he cannot quell that single tear,
his heart feints like a dueler's rapier; a hand wraps 'round, seeking passage through her satin robe,
oh such a robe!
guardian of her sex,
sheathing her silken skin, the glaze on her candied fruits from oven fresh,

his nuzzle elipsing her offered lobe....
cupping gently, he feels her weighty Orb..
the heft just right,
pendulous, soft goblet of his hunger's quench,
His ode a simple offering, his all, all that he has,

An Ode to her left breast....
that creamy orb, gentle softness unmatched
a peach golden and ripe,
His to caress,

A gentle caress,
Gentle as angel's breath on the brow of a child lost in slumber....
that gentle pattern of God's marks be-speckling her shimmering globe...
pink peak responding at his delicate approach,
the summit his to caress,

her skin tingling under his hand,
the tiny hairs he feels rise and stand,
piloerection his scientific mind announces,
quelled as quickly by her Madonna's smile,

she turns and peers into his eyes,
what thoughts do sail cross those shimmering blue waters?
He muses, kissing lips of berry stroked red,
weighty gobblet cradled within his cupped hand,

Oh her summit,
oh her peak,
that special shape he finds so facinating,  his to caress,
to lick,
to kiss,
tiny crinkling announcing his effect,
Arroused, her emotion she cannot disguise
barely a moan, slipping inot tiny sighs,

She shudders under his caress
Her robe open, drawn in partial undress,
chaste, yet not,
a woman desired,
yearned,
her left breast safe in his hand,
Her heart beating a rythm matching his own
breaths shallow and filled with portent,

no words spoken save gentle purrs,
a quiet dance of two souls in duet,

so much of life is there to regret
not this not she not here not now not yet

A New Jerusalem rising in the golden sea,
forms under the touch of his hand,
spooned together her own over his,
tis thee,
my heart in your command.
your blooming breast safe within my hand......

Until....



Black Satin....

Black Satin...


Whispering softly, she traces a finger...
Gentle touches play then linger...
Lay me out on a table....
do with me what you will...
skin as soft as sable...
take me... yours to fill...




Satin black as sin...
Ruddy mane spread wide...
parted folds slick within...
No attempt to hide...




Parted lips beg beg their use...
total surrender utter trust...
wantonness under her Toulouse...
consumed within her lust...
rolling her to her knees....he takes her at sunrise....
Entwined, exhausted...
Lips with kisses lightly frosted....
Black Satin Sin...
Fires his soul within...


The Morning inspired.... a story will follow....

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