Sunday, July 31, 2011

Lov Hate Sex Cake.....

I just, just found this blog....

Cheeky Minx, she writes so, so well,

I want to dwell....

Pulse quickens, eyes agog,

Far better than my own meager fare,

Go enjoy dear reader she has quite a flair!

Funny thing about the pet name Minx....

For me it has a special meaning.

I do believe Ms Cheeky to be of similar mind
and temperament, delightfully so....

(Love the title too!!)


Friday, July 29, 2011

Evening's Introspection....

We were talking, she and I, about what and why and how we are....

I can't explain it and wouldn't try if I could.  You see, it is what it is....and it soothes my soul as no other....

Penned for she......

                     "I was... defenseless against the small dress,

A willing victim to your soft caress,

Normally so quiet, filled with introspection,

Lonely in a crowd, so needful of affection,

A chilled Chablis, a kiss, shared comfort on a quiet night,

Alone, in a crowd... perhaps not my plight,

Thoughts of you and fancy takes flight,

But by my side... your sweet breath dances along my ear,

All for you, for you my Dear,

Defenseless... against your small dress..."



Saturday, July 23, 2011


I was asleep....

She stole close, a thief in the night....

My cock is hers, 'tis her right...

She took me possessively, all and deep...

Erupting tautly, my seed to flight....

Savoring, eyes meet....hers, hers to keep....


Sometimes she likes to feel it on her face and tits.... sometimes she swallows unwilling to share....

She does as she feels....

It is

    but one

       of her many,




Thursday, July 14, 2011

Wanna Ride?

"Wanna Ride?" She whispered.
"Deep inside?" He answered.
"If your good!" She countered.
"Spread wide," he winked.
So the morning started, sweating and kinked.....


There is something deeply erotic about a woman offering herself to be taken.... 

To see her "want,"
                    To sense her scent,
                                        Vulnerable and emboldened with desire....

Life isn't all sexual to be certain, the days are filled with the routine drudgeries of daily living....  Myriad petty indignities rise from the crankiness of work, of bills, endless household demands and ever grumbly offspring, counterpointed with the tiring yet delightful pleas of the newly born, urgent and lovingly needful, 


The mind does wander....seeking refuge, whether it be an imagined day at the beach, or....thoughts such as these.

and these I offer to make the days pass perhaps a tiny bit easier, with a slight spring to the step and with that tiny, enigmatic smile I dearly love....

One, that betrays the knowledge that romance and pleasure can be found in the most ordinary of days....

~Unsaid pleasures to be tasted and savored....


Tuesday, July 12, 2011

To Mothers.....Poetry for a warm summer evening... I found this just this evening, Enjoy....

To Mothers

This is to the womb
That made me so
To the entity
That gave me, life
My first Day,

An appreciation
To the Big Pushers
And the push again
Come on, one LAST PUSHHH!!
To all the 9 months

The addiction crave
To the weird combination
Of food crave, emotions yoyo
Stretch marks, don't you dare
The relief and joy, the first hold

From you I took my first step
Kiss on my forehead,
Gives me assurance
And am still walking.....

You are Appreciated!
Like the feel of the
First sunny day after winter
Much loved and cherrished

Thank you..
Thank you
Thank You Very Much

Monday, July 11, 2011

Seven Eleven, I am in Heaven.....

Seven Eleven.....
....I am in Heaven.....

Every once in a while, I like to just say,

"Hello, I'm glad your here...."

Just a moment's pause to acknowledge the simple Joys of Life,

of birth and renewal,

of new beginings and the comfort of the familiar....

Just a quiet note penned, folded and sent....



Sunday, July 10, 2011

Idle Thouhts....

Idle thoughts on the Occasion of Her,

of she,


His belle femme...

There are times when the image, you my dear reader, will create in your own mind as you read, will be far better than any I might humbly offer.  I have in my mind my own image.... I only hope you will find as much pleasure in the one your own thoughts conjur as you read....."Hiontach!"

He sat and sipped his drink,

He mused, and then wrote, on a napkin, in ink....

The leather creaked... as she strained,

Hips thrust up... her thighs... restrained,

She moaned with passion, lust,and then... need,

Alas... she would wait....wait... and be trained,

"I need," she whispered, plumb lips parted,

"I need," she moaned, ecstasy just started,

She whimpered, slowly, straining for his seed,

Responding with vigor, yes, vigor indeed... his seed and he... too soon... were... parted,

She lay back, her bonds sturdy, yet slack,

Shuddering in pleasure waves, after his attack,

He lay... sweat laden, betwixt her spent thighs,

Lazily tracing the ink laced upon her back,

"Mine," he whispered in her ear,

"Yours forever, my Master... my dear....."

Sounds whispered... pulses... slowed,

Her smile glowed in the twilight, in joy with he, who is dear.......

See what blueberry stoli...cranberry...and soda can create?

Tis passion, my fate to await...Be'seme.....................!

~Unsaid & until...........


Wednesday, July 6, 2011

The Alphabet Rub....

Now, as to the alphabet rub....

There was, well is, this girl, the kind well worth the effort, and then more....


I forget at the moment how it started but it was like a number of evenings....a multitude of every day tasks filled the night for us both, you know the times, nothing big or hard, just little things best not left undone, punctuated with a running conversation. Nothing in particular, just the odds and ends half remembered from the day's toils. Changes at work, petty annoyances and minor triumphs...the kind of night that either ends with a kiss and good night or the other, the one that brings an enigmatic smile whenever it comes to mind, Like now.

The conversation meandered through the topics before drifting to the delights of "tongue in groove." 

 The mood changed... and her tone shifted.  

Now, not being the sharpest tool in the shed, I slowly picked up on the sudden quiet in the room and waited as she paused me with "Just a sec, let me change."

Furiously I got myself together and assumed an air of practiced ease when she returned. Of course she saw through that right away. But she had this...want...but didn't seem to think the effort would be a success in her particular case.

She said, "I never..."

I replied, "You will...."

At some point, I don't remember the exact detail, but an earnest lad ended up luckily in position to practice what he preached, beginning slowly with quiet words, gentle ministrations and a slow Edwardian Script... executed in the finest Palmer technique humanly possible with one's tongue, fingertips and a slicked, a quivering, "writing surface."

She made it to the letter      "P."



A Humble Toast to a New Begining......!     :)

Monday, July 4, 2011

Happy Fourth of July......!!!

AMERICA - FUCK YEAH photo 1 It was just before midnight, the pop and crackle just beginning to populate the usual nights crickets and bull frogs lonely strains of primordial amphibian eHarmony....  The house was quiet, save the sounds of the occasional splash in the tub through a partly open door.  The monitor glowed in the half light, not work, nor play just idle cruising the pixelated worlds of the world wide web occupied his mind as he sipped tea and idly scratched the grateful hound behind his large overly warm ears....

The light drifting from under the door collapsed as the door opened slowly, she came into the room adraped in patriotic colors, naked but for a flag and a smile....  Not a word spoken, Just she, wet from the bath, tiny droplets coating her skin in the soft amber light of the room. 
She moved with purpose, he shooed out the dog with a hurried scruff and quick scratch behind the ears, locking the door in a smooth motion as her fingers found the button on his shorts.

Her breath warm and moist on his shoulders as she seduced the zipper and tugged open his fly, dropping the shorts swiftly to the floor.  He stepped out  as his hands worked behind him exploring the soft offering draped in red, white, and blue....  The boxers lasted a second or two before her deft fingers slid them south releasing the rise hidden until now.  He turned to greet her lips as one hand cradled his cock the other tugging his skiff shirt up his chest.  His hands traveled around her drawing her closer his cock rising to probe her slick, smoothed sex.  "Surprise," she whispered, pushing his naked body back towards the bed. 

He sat back on the rumpled sheets as she arched her back offering her breasts with a coy smile....

The flag drooping lower as his pole rose to greet it.  He opened his mouth to speak and her finger swiftly darted to greet them as she shook her head from side to side, her damp locks shimmering with anticipation.....

"Shhhh......" was the only sound she made as she curled her fingers around his cock, jacking slowly...  She dropped to her knees slowly with that seductive move she picked up in the latest exercise class. 

You know the ones, zoomba, or is it latin dance?  Or even the pole and chair dance classes she was googling the week past, eyes a glitter in  the early morning light.  Robe and zebra slippers on her feet as she sipped her tea, sun rising beyond the window;  the typical prim tigress of suburbia on her morning pixelated prowl....

Seamlessly she swallowed his cock.  He shuddered with her relentless advance and practiced ease of a familiar woman aroused.  Her velvet lips and throat casuing him to catch his breath as he reveled in her desires.  Soft wet sounds met his ears as he felt the swell of her breasts pressing his thighs wider with each gobbling thrust....   Meweling deep in her throat, the vibrations aroused his hardening tool, the sounds arousing as she noisily sucked.  She sucked.  God, she did suck.....

Relentlessly she bobbed and licked on his cock,  his hands gathering in her hair to slow and direct her blow.  Readily she submitted to his direction, her only acknowledgement, a murmer of desire and a redoubled effort as her arms draped over his thighs, a hand then straying to weigh and fondle his balls.  then slowly she drew off,  sucking hard as she did.  Pushing him back on the bed she crawled up alongside, kneeling to minister yet again to his cock.  Offering her wet sex to his probing fingers.   He probed, finger tips exploring her folds seeking her hardening pearl, marvelling at the wetness dripping freely.

He dropped all pretense, a thumb shot deep within her curling to massage her G spot as she moaned, his cock deep in her throat.  He matched her rhythm and double teamed her as she shuddered in pleasure....  He knew she liked it....but she was a woman possessed! 

She rose suddenly, pulling off his thumb and rolled langoriously on her back.  Raising her knees, thighs wide, a hand straying first to her lips, then breast to roll a nipple as he struggled to get up on his knees and move between her thighs.   Her other hand lazily played with her own clit as she watched him; eyes aglitter, as if seeing for the first time the double coupons and free shipping her favorite store had suddenly offered.  He smiled, knowing that look well as he thrust home and held, the pleasure of her quivering sheath more than he remembered. 

Time paused,  sounds slowed... all there was, was her and the rhythm of their lovemaking draped in that flag, glowing  in the amber light of the room. 


God Bless America.....!!!!


...And a Final Salute to the Ladies!!! 

Happy 235th Birthday America .................!


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