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...

 

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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....