“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....!

Sustainable Surfing...Marama Kake Goes Surfing.....Oh Wow....!!!!

Here's a lovely Kiwi Lass,
Naked save a smile and a salt soaked ass...

Sun's caresst,
On Bunns 'n Breast...

Seasoned with Salt,
Bare nekked to a fault!

Actually our naked surfer girl is dead serious about her avocation,

We're just glad she shares.....

...and shares....

Oh, Summer is soon coming....!

                                                                       ~Veritas!

Sleeping Beauty....

Sleeping Beauty, Slumbering Maid...
Tween thy orbs my head last laid,

Sleeping Beauty...
Sensuous Cutie,
What dreams cause your nipples to grow....?

Reclining at twilight...
Lights last fade alight,
Making my manhood grow...!

Breasts are such beautiful things....
Cradled as a pair,
One to kiss, the other, a beautiful spare,
Glimmering orbs in the half light,
Ripe and welcoming both left and right,
A knowing half smile as she awaits...
              My fingertip play...
                             By braile.....

                                                                           ~Veritas.....

An Ode to Mothers Fair.... Happy Mother's Day All!

Happy Mothers Day Favored Ladies!!

Whether you are a mother or one who opens her heart as a mother would in your daily lives, we are all better for the ways you all touch our lives and hearts...


I wrote this two years ago, It seems like a good spot to set it down to pixelated paper yet again.....


The important thing, I think, to hold close to our hearts as we live our daily lives, is the joy we can all find in each other and the little delightful things we discover daily in our lives...

Not every day goes the way we want. Most days, most things don't go the way we want, but....I heard a good thing well worth quoting the other day, it was:


"You cannot change yesterday, but today is wide open."


I hope Mothers Day is a good, joyful, relaxing one for all our mothers and nurturing “should be mothers”.... don't let the little things cloud the love....





Happy Mother's Day...


A mother so kind,
It is a rare, rare find,
She dwells within the heart,
Whether near or far, far apart,
Throughout the daily grind,
Her presence is there, always tucked deep in your mind,
Her smile and kind words, they rise and greet each day,
Her nurturing shows in both work and play,
A full heart's love; distilled and refined,
So many layers to peal, before revealing her complex mind,
All are parts of her generous heart,
A loving heat that shapes and molds a child from life's very start,
Oh Gentle World... be kind,
This day is Mother's joy to find.

Ba mhaith liom tú a máthair iontach's lá!

I wish you a  wonderful mother's day!

Happy Mother's Day....

~V
:)

Where the Nettle Meets the Thorn....

The words here are my own....inspired by one of my favorite musical artists, Snow Patrol.

May you find as much pleasure in them as do I.....

"Twas the wee, wee hours of the morn,

Off where the Nettle Meets the Thorn,

Deep...deep in that quiet Garden,

Hidden in the far...far corner of the Fenn,

That Garden of Earthly Delight,

Tipping, glimering near the edge of one's Kenn...

Sudden hearts surely skip at the sight,

Of Ruddy Wild Eire Roses,

Dancing Quietly in the Moonlight....

~Veritas

The Happy Redheaded Nymph of Spring....!

Just a Happy Redheaded Nymph of Spring....

Have a Happy Hump Day, its Just the Thing...

No Words Needed Today,

Just a Picture for Play....

~Veritas

Change....

Change is always difficult. All the things that we go through in life that are difficult for us are those very things that make us each special and unique. 

Even identical twins are not that, but different unique and distinct. 

These are precisely those things that make us who we are. 

It's important to take those difficult and painful things we each have in our lives and use them to not only allow ourselves to become stronger, but to also give to others, our help and strength. 

 To help those who experience the same things as we once did.

A dear friend wrote these words, I've paraphrased here.  She has gone through some incredibly difficult times in her life but her kindness and goodness and inner strength grows.  I am proud to know her and honored by her friendship. 

Considering it is Easter Week, oddly considering the decidedly Adult themes I explore here....but nonetheless, I think Inner Strength and Sacrifice and Reaching Out to help one's fellow man or woman, is precisely the message carried on a rough hewn cross through the streets of Jerusalem all those centuries ago....

I wish you all, dear Readers, kindness, forgiveness and passion for each day...


~Veritas

April First....

Twas the First of April,
and she gave me a trill,

Warm lips on my own, woke me with a thrill,

Delving lower, she pleasured me with her considerable skill,

Then rising to whisper, soft in my ear,

"Until, sweet lover, until...."

And with that she smiled and rose,

"Soon," I murmered, reaching for her as she slipped off into the morning's dew....

April is the month for Lovers....find yours and kiss her well.

Then again....!

I believe I will dedicate this week to Lovers Unsaid.....  I look forward to hearing if my efforts meet with approval, from you, dear reader... from you.....


~Veritas