Wassel and Cheer....

Wassel and Holiday Joy,

Come to Santa Baby,

Come be my Naughty Toy.....

Wriggle close Seductive Lady,

Tis the Season,

For lovin' 'n pleasin...

 

Oh indeed the best gift of all...

'Tis Your naughty teasin....

Wiggle near,
My naughty dear,
Come for pleasure lips, front and rear.....

I hope you enjoy this little light Hearted Holiday poetic riff....

Happy Holidays...!

~Veritas

Autumn's Fire....

Auburn, Golden, Crimson and Fire,
These are the shades of eternal desire,

Passion skipples the crisp lightfall of far, far past noon....
Dappling in the shimmer of Apollo's retreating doubloon....



Snapple of twig as she darts quick away,
"Capture me Swift dear Love, if your urge still is to play...."
 
           

     


















 



                                                                           

                                                                                  ~Veritas

Words Spoken...Shamelessly reworked and borrowed from Tempting Sweets....

Well It's Saturday and on waking from a nap, I thought I would tend to my little patch of erotic musings...

Settling down to my laptop, I opened an email to find a link....to this inspiration.

 

This little bit of translated eros just struck a note for me; so I "right click, copied" and voila!

 

I think the bit that caught me was the very last line.  For me, it is a lover's mind and her words.... they can move my own thoughs, emotions and soul in ways I never would have thought possible. 

When you love someone, it isn't the physical closeness but the intimacy of two minds in tune with each other that makes life worth living. 

So tomorrow is my birthday and this, dear reader is my offering to you....you who make the juice worth the sqeeze....

 

Poetry to be whispered in the ear of the one you love...

 

Quello che mi piace del tuo corpo è il sesso.
Quello che mi piace del tuo sesso è la bocca.
Quello che mi piace della tua bocca è la lingua.
Quello che mi piace della tua lingua è la parola.

~ Julio Cortazar

What I like about your body is sex.
What I like about your sex is the mouth.
What I like about your mouth is the tongue.
What I like your tongue is the speech.

~ Julio Cortazar
 

 

Thank you Sweets for the inspiration!

 

Tempting Sweets: Story Heat

 

 

 

 

A good friend is a connection to life...

 

A tie to the past...

 

A road to the future...

 

&

 

The key to sanity in a totally insane world...

 

To know, "I am not alone," some days, it is enough.....

Were I blinded tomorrow, I could sculpt you from the memories in my mind's eye....

 

 

Unsaid pleasures....

 

~Veritas

The Strip....Renewed on Request

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

“ Strip....”

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

"Now?" She looks up with the tiny curl of 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, his voice 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.....

Uncurling like a cat always at the ready; half seated and half crouched wearing but a tee and boy short panties, she rises a bit more and leans forward a little.  She closes to him smoothly pushing the chair back with her arms, giving him a little peak down her neckline as she arches forward in offering. Her hands move to her hips, tugging just a bit on her panties as her hips sway slowly to music soft, almost unheard....  With a fluid move, her fingertips move ever closer between her thighs feeling the heat and growing wetness through the silky fabric....  Her eyes betray the inner erotic predator as she circles her chosen.  "Her chosen," She thinks to herself, and smiles inwardly.

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. slowly now 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, flushed and ripe, catching the gathering half light.

"It isn't a game," his eyes meeting hers.

"I know...." she whispers back looking deep into his eyes, searching....hips swaying....as the music pulses in the twilight.

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

"Not ones...."

"I don't strip for singles...." a look passes....She laughs amused breaking the tension, her laughter bright like a crystal gobblet resonating with a sharp flick of a nail resonating in the quiet room.

"I don't tip singles.." He retorts with a grin as he tosses a hundred casually at her bare feet...."and I expect a happy ending..."

"I wouldn't give you any less..." Her reply deep and slow as she cups a full breast; a fingertip playing coyly at her lips.....

"That finger," he thinks in a rush, as he realises he is lost in her, utterly and completely once again.  "She knows," he thinks, "she has to...." 

She does, but keeps that bit hidden as she continues her seduction, the pleasure of pleasure coursing through her belly in a thousand tiny contractions.....

“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, rising desire and sudden self conscious uncertainty washes over her, triggered yet again by this familiar man.

Until....

Her Look....

Her Look....

I have no words.....

None.


Just a wave of mirror calm seas
      
             washing over me in a ruddy red swirl,
                      
            
                                  pierced by twin blue pools,

and suddenly....

                                                                    peace....

~Veritas....

 

A Lick and a Promise....

                                ....Or is it a Promise and  a Lick...?

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 (just a smidge, mind you...) ... 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...."

....and she did...!

~V

Just a Kiss.....

Yet another slightly reposted....Just for You....

Ah, to “savor...”

To relish...then perhaps... caress,

Blistering lips that have touched mine,

Tossed... lost in a scented heaven of reddish tress..

Exploring skin... alabaster and Angel kissed... so very fine,

The woman in the girl that I adore...

V~

I continue to be captivated by this image... Enjoy Dear Reader, Enjoy....

~

Reflections in a Obsidian Eye...

She stood at the mirror as I walked in,

Her look,  smoldering,

Blistering… pure sin,

Layered in satin, silk and  lace,

Fingertips explore, her lips to trace,

She turned on a heel,

With a sensuous spin,

Reflexes stir as I rose to greet,

Obsidean  eyes met mine,

Tonight, IN we would dine....

~Veritas.…

“The decision to kiss for the first time is the most crucial in any love story. It changes the relationship of two people much more strongly than even the final surrender; because this kiss already has within it that surrender.”

~ Emil Ludwig

There is a certain passion I feel when I see an image of a kiss in the rain....

 

Fond, fond
 memories of kisses given and received in the warm summer's rain....

Memories of  her and all she was about...

I'll never forget the moment I first saw her...

...or her look as her eyes first met mine.

 Her arms encircling my neck as she moved into my own...

Her scent as I took her in, like the heady aroma of the fields of wildflowers after a sudden spring shower....

...That kiss...that ever splendid, first kiss....

....Kiss her....as if today is the first and possibly the last....surrender to what may come....

                                                                                   ~Veritas

This is unfinished, this effort, 'tis one I need to return too sooner than later and expand....

Rest well, Maiden of my dreams.....

                                                                                                 ~V 

Happy Independence Day!!!

   
~Slightly reposted....

Happy Independence Day....!!


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.

Until...................

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


~V





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










Happy 236th Birthday America .................!


V~!

"A athair gra."

"A father's love" in the Irish language is "A athair gra."

Sooo....for your pleasure....!

"A father's love"

in the Irish language is

"A athair gra."

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Bacon, beagles, buddies ‘n boys,

These are a few of life’s little joys,

While boys will be boys,

And we all love our toys,

They’re just small diversions life employs…

For it is the ladies we favor,

To give life its flavor,

For all daughters and fathers and young viceroys….!

Bottom  line.  For a dude to be a Dad, you dear reader, Someone had to carry you around in her belly for nine months with you kicking her in the kidneys every time she lay down to sleep!

The parental roles are different and both parents play either role on occasion...

... but I thank God for each my parents and today, this day, I am especially honored and pleased to be my Father's son and father of my own….

Happy Father’s Day!!!

~Veritas

Jottings Inspired....Jottings of the Naughty Kind....!

Nary an image comes to mind...

All I have to offer are these words just for you to find,

Crafted with care, then thrice, thrice refined....

More poetry from my fevered mind.....

So bad,  un- approved,  but ever so, so kind.....

She was his sweet addiction....

Who threwe him a crazed kaniption.....

Sparking his tumescence to  grow...

She knows, oh, she knows he so thinks....

She is... the, the minx.....

Her folds....

So soft.....

So wet...

So smooth....

So pink....

His fingers… ah yes, they are the bolds.....

To delve… then trace, the lines…of… her ink....

He pauses  to reflect...

And says what the heckt....

Pushing send with a grin and a wink….

~Veritas....!