Saturday, January 29, 2011



There are few songs as incredibly romantic as this....
this moves me almost to tears each time I hear it.

I wish you well dear, dear unsaid friend....

"I don't get many things right the first time
In fact, I am told that a lot
Now I know all the wrong turns, the stumbles and falls
Brought me here

And where was I before the day
That I first saw your lovely face?
Now I see it everyday
And I know

That I am
I am
I am
The luckiest

What if I'd been born fifty years before you
In a house on a street where you lived?
Maybe I'd be outside as you passed on your bike
Would I know?

And in a white sea of eyes
I see one pair that I recognize
And I know

That I am
I am
I am
The luckiest

I love you more than I have ever found a way to say to you

Next door there's an old man who lived to his nineties
And one day passed away in his sleep
And his wife; she stayed for a couple of days
And passed away

I'm sorry, I know that's a strange way to tell you that I know we belong
That I know

That I am
I am
I am
The luckiest"

The You Tube Link....  Live from Perth...2007

Friday, January 28, 2011

Jenny Swallows: Do You Mind If You Cum In My Mouth?#comment-form

I love this quote! Thanks Jenny!

Jenny Swallows: Do You Mind If You Cum In My Mouth?#comment-form: "“ Why do guys always have to plan everything out? This isn’t painting by numbers, you know…. If something happens, it happens. It doesn’t matter if the stars are correctly aligned, or whether you had broccoli for breakfast, or which sock you took off first. We’re making love, not a model aeroplane.”"



art via Tempting Sweets  ty ty ty

Tuesday, January 25, 2011

Wet.... For...You....


The way of love is not a subtle argument...
...the door there, is devastation...

Utter loss of control, scarily drawing you into...bliss.  Wild, tumultous, breathtaking bliss,  thunderstorms and all, leaving you washed up onto the edge of the pool, exhausted and satiated but only for a brief moment before the desire, the needful desire erupts and flings your heart into another leaping symphony of emotional...


The sweetest joys are often the hardest won, the most painful and the simplest....

les plaisirs simples sont libres....

Saturday, January 22, 2011


"Turn, doucement..."


"Yes, Sir..." She replied softly....

Turning slowly she bit her lip in a tiny anxious pout, she was, after all... his....

He played slowly, idle fingertips seducing her with a chord and short rif.

"Touch yourself..." 

She looked across the room in the low light of the gathering dusk softened by the glow of the candle she had just lit. "Yes...My...Sir." 

A finger trailed down, playfully so...  Her eyes on his as she did as bidden, touching here, then there, dwelling in the valleys and folds of her breasts as its twin strayed behind to unleash the clasp cradling her treasures.  Each touch keeping pace with the slow strum of his guitar. 

Betraying his arousal, he subtly speeds the tempo, only to be rewarded with sparkling laughter and twinkling eyes as she slowly shook her head in denial.  A wry grin his only response... caught!

She would control the pace though she is his to bid, willingly, his toy to strip.  Dancing slowly in the candle light, clothing slipping glacially, deliciously away, she watches to gauge his rising response.  An idle though crosses her mind... "will he miss a note?  Can I make him?"  A finger slips under the lace cradling her smooth sex, then slips away to play across her thighs and behind.  A careful gauging of his reaction, a duet well familiar to both. 

His hand begins to rub the treasured guitar, his boon friend, that six stringed mistress she well knew she must share him with.  The polished wood glowing in the dancing shadows cast by candlelight as it plays across and around her lotion kissed skin.  Licking parted lips, she slips a finger inside, her sudden catch of her breath greeted with his playful attention to his Mistresses strings....

Duet again, as she rubs to the beat of his chord....

"Taste....taste your nectar babe...."  His command,  uttered softly with hooded eyes shallow breaths, almost a pant slowing unconsciously keeping pace with his fingers playful rhythm.  Watching as she slowly whirls to the music, dancing shadows play across her skin accenting her own shaddows playful dance along the walls.  The outline of her hand flexing slowly encased in the scant lace of her thong as she moves slow, her body on display, flexing in a slow rhythm matching his playful fingering of Mistresses frets.

Hips whirling to his play, she took another slow thrust inwards before slowly drawing her slickened fingers to her lips.  A pink tongue slips to meet its pheromonally laquered targets, curling around them gathering the sweet coating she had him to thank for. 

"You're tempting me, sweet..." He said with a grin and a chord.  She met his look never pausing in her playful lapping of her cream coated fingers. 

 "You have no idea...." she finally whispered.  "I love my taste," she added, pausing before going on.  "But its so much better mingled with...yours...."

she stepped closer shimming her lace nothings down past her hips leaving them artfully askew mid thigh as she settled her body into a sensuous crouch whirling to his playing music, laughing as he misses a note. 

"Am I distracting?" she asks stepping closer, leaning forward with breasts cradled as if offered as an appetizer or horderv.  A hand drifts away to play between her folds as she stares wide eyed, faux inocense dispalyed as she scopes nectar from below and coats a nipple playfully.

He watches mesmerized, wondering who is directing whom for just a moment, then realizing, as usual, 'tis she who sets the play no matter what he says.  No matter, the ride is good, always good or better than good.  "Merci..." he murmers low...watching her nipple play.  She laughs and leans over his guitar kissing him softly

"Mind if I join you?  But don't stop... lets see if you can multitask....?" She whispers as she undoes a button and tugs at his zipper....

"It will be a...menage...." She winked and stroked Mistresses neck as she drew down his zipper.
Mirstress purred at her touch and she laughed, "Good then..." and she attacked his trousers with a tugparting and drawing him forward as they slowly fell to the floor.  Crouching low she drew them off and kissed each foot in turn as she watched his rising tent under the guitar.  A hand returned to her folds as she began to kiss up his leg  before she straddled it and pressed tight to him.  Her hips flexing in time to his playing as she pleasured herself on his shin.

"You are a needful thing, aren't you?"  He whispered mesmerized.

"For you...pour vous...pour voous cheri."

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The Lyrics..... Perfectly Good Guitar
John Hyatt

He threw one down from the top of the stairs
Beautiful women were standing everywhere
They all got wet when he smashed that thing
But off in the dark you could hear somebody sing

Oh it breaks my heart to see those stars
Smashing a perfectly good guitar
I don't know who they think they are
Smashing a perfectly good guitar

It started back in 1963
His momma wouldn't buy him that new red harmony
He settled for a sunburst with a crack
But he's still trying to break his momma's back

Oh it breaks my heart to see those stars
Smashing a perfectly good guitar
I don't know who they think they are
Smashing a perfectly good guitar

He loved that guitar just like a girlfriend
But every good thing comes to an end
Now he just sits in his room all day
Whistling every note he ever played

There oughta be a law with no bail
Smash a guitar and you go to jail
With no chance for early parole
You don't get out until you get some soul

Oh it breaks my heart to see those stars
Smashing a perfectly good guitar
I don't know who they think they are
Smashing a perfectly good guitar

Late at night the end of the road
He wished he still had the old guitar to hold
He'd rock it like a baby in his arms
Never let it come to any harm

Oh it breaks my heart to see those stars
Smashing a perfectly good guitar
I don't know who they think they are
Smashing a perfectly good

Sunday, January 9, 2011

The Strip.... Chapter Five....

The Strip....  Chapter Five....

Playing slowly, touching, here and there, her fingertips fluttering like butterflies seeking morning's dew, stroking in time to the low throbbing beat of the music in the room. He watched, rapt in his attention, eyes only for her. “You like?” she purred.

“I... like...yes... oh, yes....” His reply reached her ears punctuating the rhythm of the song as she smiled and met his eyes as they rose to her own....

“All for you....” She whispered low from her throat, breasts rising and falling slowly in display. His attention all hers, as she liked. Her hands played between her thighs as she parted wider to offer herself as a better display.... His own hand moving reflexively to his hardening cock straining at his jeans . One hand reluctantly parted from her thighs, traveling through the verdant valleys and rolling silken skin of her belly to the blossoming summit of a breast. Trailing slowly, his eyes following their path as she took a tiny pleasure in dallying and meandering in her path his eyes slavishly following.

“He is sooo mine.” She thought to herself, a coy smile playing across her face. Her eyes watching his as they followed her fingertips in their playful journey.... “Her own sex forgotten for a moment as he glanced upwards into her eyes, the mask slipping for a momentary glimpse into the pool of his soul; and she knew once again he was hers...

Then he twinkled and a tiny laugh broke free as he drew out a Benjamin and tossing it onto the couch,pushing it forward with a bare foot to meet her own. Once again the interesting male she so desired yet couldn't quite know completely. Her toes found the crisp bill and she laughed her own eyes flashing as she dragged it aside... “Got any more, stud?”

“Maybe, Make it worth my while?”

“Oh better than good baby, “ she breathlessly replied as a fingertip captured a droplet of her nectar and she transferred it to a hardening nipple, playing a bit before licking her fingertip clean in a playful display just designed to fan his flames. “We tease to please, can you give me a long ride? She said with a soft innocent pout.

“At least thrice,” His reply as he moved forward, her thighs spreading in welcome....

“I know you'll do me so well....” she whisper'd in his ear as he took her in his arms.....


Tuesday, January 4, 2011

No Words Spoken....

I liked this too much not to re post and add to it....

No Words Spoken....: "Her Touch...."

She came through the door without warning, my heart bucked like a Godolphin Stallion at the anticipation of a starter's pistol. Her eyes sought and met mine as I saw the ripple of recognition. Her eyes widened, a smile starting to bloom 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 burrow 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 against 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 strange to most. Meaningless, 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 alive in my heart. I am complete in the moment... we are one.



check again, I will add to this....I hope to complete each Thursday an instalment:)

Tantalizing Thursday's Tascent Telling Touch to Tease, Titillate, then Transport & Transcend to this Tascent Tryst...."


Saturday, January 1, 2011

Muse....Poetry for a New Year....1.1.11!!!!

My Muse....

 My Muse is a Mystery, to all but me,
Gracious, and kind, she sets me free,

All that I need, when I am but alone,
And when she is here, I need not a phone.

My Muse is blond, or dark and red,
Her whimsy a surprise I never dread,
My muse, the phantom, curled  lovingly within my head,

My muse is an angel, or devil, you see,
My muse is the goddess, and lover of me.
She is a fairy, perhaps fae, nay both, or so they say.
My muse makes my all cares and pains go away,

My muse, she dances and leads me on,
Wherever she is, the music is wonderful, fresh & strong.
My muse will not leave me, all by myself,
My Muse won't leave me alone, on the shelf,

She leads and I follow, I know not where,
But wherever she is, I have nary a care.
My Muse teases, when she is not there,
And hides but a little, to see if I care,

And when she is here, she makes me whole
She is on my mind, and in my soul.

My muse....

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