Spoken Word™

Ode To Flesh

noreply@blogger.com (Spoken Word) — Tue, 07 Feb 2012 21:03:47 PST

Flesh, flesh, flesh
Oh lovely, lovely flesh
That covers her bottom
And embraces her breasts
Oh flesh, surely I;
Yes, I know what's best
So I would rather to cover her
At her most gracious behest.
Such skin, such wonders
Such perfection to behold
Encasing and hiding
Such pleasures untold.
Would my lips find their mark?
Or keep missing and re-trying?
Trembling slightly as I'm tracing her body?
Would my teeth bite and nibble?
Would that cause a squibble?
Would she jump if I blew on her clit-
Just a little?
And since I'm being so bold
Might I use my arms to hold
Her supple thighs slightly apart
As I pleasured her with my oral art?
Would she leak for me?
Sating my thirst with her wealth of wetness?
Would it run down my lips
As her lips rush to expel it?
And, if I might be so mannish,
I'm wondering one thing
When my dick finds its mark
Would she tremble, maybe scream?
Maybe moan, maybe shiver?
Maybe shake, or even roll?
Would she give over to the pleasure
Emanating from her hole?
Flesh, flesh, flesh,
Yes, you know what's best.
Yet, I know what she needs...
So to me, let
Her concede.

I'm So Close

noreply@blogger.com (Spoken Word) — Tue, 24 Jan 2012 14:47:06 PST

It starts out
More need than want
I pull your panties down
Just low enough
Half asleep
My first thrust
And your eyes fly wide
Open

A steady rock
A dance from behind
On our sides
Not for long
I roll
Get on top
Your face buried in the pillow
Your ass rises to meet my thrusts

You moan
"I'm so close"

That's enough for me to cum
You say my name, CJ
The only intelligible word you mutter
You tighten around me as you cum
Milking me
I give one final thrust
Trembling, I collapse on top of you as I cum
Just for a moment we lie there
Until it's time to get up
What a way to start the day

Hot Buns

noreply@blogger.com (Spoken Word) — Wed, 18 Jan 2012 18:37:31 PST

Eat fresh mango

Fruit speckled thongs fall

Squeeze-test proves ripeness

Gumdrop-topped soft nectarines

Cream frosting glazes hot buns

Bottoms Up

noreply@blogger.com (Spoken Word) — Wed, 18 Jan 2012 18:27:43 PST

it's late and i'm horny
would you be my booty call
you may miss the opportunity
if you take too long or stall
come on over to my place
and leave your clothes at the door
your pussy's sick from lonesomeness
and my dick's the only cure
we can go at it all night
fuck in different positions
i'd like to do this every weekend
and make it our sex tradition

Because She Is Mine

noreply@blogger.com (Spoken Word) — Fri, 09 Dec 2011 22:11:24 PST

As I watch her on my bed,

I feel the familiar ache,
the desire to have her.
It's taking over me.
I want to possess her utterly,
completely,
making her mine so completely,
so absolutely.
I want to,
tie her down,
immobilize her
so that she is unable to resist.
I want her to be my captive,
my slave in love;
taken by me.
She cannot resist.
She wants to voluntarily give herself to me.
To surrender what I desire.
To be bound,
to be captive to my whims,
Qh! How that excites me!
She continues to writhe on my bed,
moans escaping from her lips
as she thinks of how I have
seized her and made her my own.
I do with her as I wish.
Because she is mine.

Vacation Sex

noreply@blogger.com (Spoken Word) — Fri, 09 Dec 2011 20:20:09 PST

she told me i could have her whenever i wanted

and i didn't even have to ask

her mouth, her tits, her pussy

and even her virgin ass

with skin the color of chocolate

how could i ever resist

from the top, the bottom and the front

then from the back i gave her this dick

Brown Skin

noreply@blogger.com (Spoken Word) — Thu, 15 Sep 2011 11:58:27 PDT

Sexy, yet so coy,
I want to feel the texture of your....
Brown skin,
Golden hued,
Glistening with moisture,
Pfweeew!
Just look at you;
Honey sweet,
The color of molasses,
Turning me on.
I can see us melding together at the waist,
As I pin you down in a playful tussle.
Your Brown Skin beckoning me,
tempting me with the promise of your touch.
I imagine you taste like a warm mango,
Picked in the afternoon.
I yearn to devour your tender fruit,
Juices running down my cheek.
As you smile
And say that I eat like a hungry man
Well!
That, I am!

Taking Susan

noreply@blogger.com (Spoken Word) — Sat, 20 Aug 2011 16:52:48 PDT

CJ had to have her in the most primal and urgent way. He remembered the smell of her "With Love" perfume on her neck and between her breasts. He remembered how her caramel skin contrasted against her long black hair. He remembered how she tasted, clean and musky, when she came on his tongue. He remembered the incredible sensation of entering her as she wrapped those long legs around him.

He remembered it all as he drove. He had canceled a meeting and a working lunch when she said she was available. He wouldn’t have much time, but his need for her overwhelmed him in a very unfamiliar way. He loved women and sex; he had certainly had his fair share of experiences. But Susan left him wanting more. Today he couldn’t wait any longer…if she would have him.

Susan heard the urgency in his voice when he called. Always a gentleman, he didn’t demand that she meet him on the spur of the moment. He didn’t beg or plead. He just made quite clear his need to see her if she could arrange it. It was all said between the lines. Susan knew she could have put him off and he would be back for more.

But she didn’t. She told him to meet her at a secluded location at a nearby park. She smiled at the thought that she likely would find herself face down in his lap with his dick in her mouth. He seemed to really enjoy her oral ministrations and the occasional quick blow job held a sexual appeal.

She found him parked at the proper place and was gratified to see no one was within eyesight. He bolted out of his truck when he saw Susan pull up and walked over to open her door. His arms went around her waist as he pulled her in for a long, hot kiss. He took deep breaths of her perfume, savoring her smells and kisses.

“You see anyone?” he asked as he broke the kiss. Susan scanned the area. “No, honey. Just us. What do you have in mind?”

He walked her to the front of her truck, took her by the shoulders and spun her around. “I’ll show you what I have in mind.” He pushed her against her truck hood, yanked her dress up over her ass and took an admiring peek. Susan was wearing a pair of sheer lace panties that accentuated her shapely ass. He slipped a hand inside her sheer panties and his experienced finger went directly to her clit. “I'm going to eat your pussy and fuck you. I am going to have my way, eating &amp;amp;amp; fucking you right here, right now. That’s what I have in mind. Any objections?”

Susan responded by pushing her hips against him. “You want to eat &amp;amp;amp; fuck me? Right here? You want to take the risk?”

“I’ve got to. I need you.”

“Really? You think you can just call and I’ll lift my dress for you? I should let you eat & fuck me where anyone can see just because you want some pussy?”

“I need you. I need to taste you. I need to feel you. To be inside you”

“So I should drop everything when you want to fuck? I should make you wait.”

“I can’t wait. Not for you.”

CJ truly loved her and his desire for her was obvious. It excited her.

She spread her legs wider and took another look around. They were still alone. “Take me, then.”

He knelt down behind her and kissed her hips before spinning her around and lifting her right leg over his shoulder. In one fluid move CJ buried his face in Susan's mound and his tongue slid into her pussy. He lapped at her wetness like a kitten at a bowl of milk while alternately sucking on her swollen clit. He went on like that for what seemed like eternity to Susan. The combination drove her right to the verge of orgasm and caused her entire body to tremble. With 1 final lick CJ pushed Susan past the point of no return and she orgasmed. Without skipping a beat CJ stood up, spun her around again, unzipped his pants and his hard dick sprang out. Still holding her dress in one hand, he ripped her panties off and let them fall to the ground. In one powerful thrust he shoved his dick past her swollen pussy lips and into her hot, wet channel. Once he was inside her the urgency truly took over his entire being. Susan braced herself on the roof of the car as he slammed into her. He fucked her hard and fast.

Susan closed her eyes and let him have as much pussy as he wanted. She smiled at the thought that fifteen minuets after parking she had his dick raging inside her. His hard dick felt like a jackhammer and she moved her hips so it would brush as much as possible against her still swollen, sensitive clit. She could feel the wool fabric of his suit pants on her ass as he took her. She started to push her hips back trying to catch the rhythm.

“Keep your ass still,” he hissed. His hands let go of her dress as he took her hips firmly in hand. He pulled at her as his dick drove in and out. He used hard, deep strokes as he fucked her with abandon. He fucked her like a man possessed—which he was. He was a man possessed with the need to fuck Susan right then, right there, and the consequences be damned.

His breath grew ragged. “Susan…Goddamn….your pussy is so tight and hot…you just don't know what you do to me,” he moaned. She felt the first blast of his thick, warm cum fill her. He raged on fucking her hard and fast as his cum spilled into her. He made a low, guttural noise as his climax overtook him. His strokes slowed and Susan enjoyed the sensation of his dick slowly working inside of her as it mixed with his cum and her wetness.

He slid out of her, spent and fulfilled. He let go of her dress and stood there. Susan spun around to face him. She took his dick in her hands and slowly stroked, then lifted her fingers to her mouth. He watched her lick some of his cum off her fingers as she gave him a hot, sultry look. He zipped up as she rearranged her dress. Susan bent down to pick up the remains of her panties. She dangled the shreds on one finger in front of him.

“You owe me a pair of panties,” she smiled.

Cyber Fantasy Made Real

noreply@blogger.com (Spoken Word) — Fri, 05 Aug 2011 17:44:36 PDT

Angela smoothed down her skirt and checked her reflection in her mirror for the tenth time, as she exited the plane and entered the airport concourse. She could hardly believe this was about to happen now, after years of on-line flirting. Finally, finally, she was going to meet the man she had been fantasizing about every night for the last half a year.

It had started back in March. Both regular users of Facebook, one day their paths crossed in a way that changed their relationship. Beginning as friends, things had inevitably progressed to talk of a more erotic nature, until they were so at ease with each other that they felt they could share their most hidden fantasies.

Angela could feel the dampness between her legs as she recalled some of their conversations... "I'm going to throw you down on the bed, spread your legs apart and fuck you mercilessly," CJ had whispered to her some nights earlier. He knew how much it turned her on to be taken harshly, carnal fucking in its purest form. For her part, she knew how he adored being teased, tortured to the brink of madness before being allowed inside her pussy. She remembered his ecstatic moans as she told him "I'll tie your wrists to the bed, straddle you, and rub my pussy along the length of your dick, never quite letting you inside me."

Her pussy was throbbing now, dripping into her panties at the thought of finally feeling him inside her.

Some minutes later she arrived at the hotel where they had agreed to meet. Her heart was racing in her chest and her mouth felt dry. "Why should I be nervous now after all this time?" she thought to herself, as she took a deep breath to steady her nerves, and walked into the lobby.

After checking with the receptionist, she now found herself walking along a corridor to the room where he'd be waiting for her. Her nerves had intensified but she was also disturbingly aroused. Would he take her immediately?, she wondered to herself as she made her way to his room. Summoning all her nerves, she knocked lightly on the door.

After a moment of nervous anticipation, the door swung open, and there he was... just as handsome as his pics, his brown eyes smiling down at her. They gazed at each other a while, eyes locking and becoming dark with desire. Nothing was said. Nothing needed to be said aloud, the eyes spoke volumes. CJ pulled her to him, and the door swung shut behind them. Cradled in his arms, Angela had never felt so cherished. They stood like that a moment, holding each other, feeling the beating of each others hearts and listening to the other breathing. Subtly, the atmosphere changed and the air felt charged around them.

CJ pulled back from her slightly, looking down at her once again, before crushing his mouth down on hers. She replied, greedily, putting her hands on the back of his head to get him closer still. The kiss deepened, her tongue tracing round the shape of his mouth before sliding in, where it met his equally welcoming tongue. Pulled up close against him like this, she could feel the thick bulge of his dick pressed against her hip. She rubbed herself against it, feeling her pussy burning and dripping with desire.

His hands were all over her now, pulling at her top and throwing it on the floor. Next went her skirt, and finally her bra and panties, until she was standing naked in front of him. Turning her abruptly, he took her hand and led her over to the bed, pushing her down onto it and standing over her.

He undressed himself quickly, and finally he spoke. "Do you know how horny you've made me, Angela?" he said, his voice unsteady. Her eyes flicked involuntarily down to his dick; a long, beautiful, thick, solid looking, piece of man meat with a smooth gleaming head, already wet with pre-cum.

"I was going to tease you, make you wait, but I can't," he whispered. "I'm going to fuck you Angela. I'm going to put my dick in that wet little pussy and fuck you hard. "

Angela moaned, and felt her legs spreading of their own accord. Her pussy was aching now, her juices trickling down the insides of her thighs, her clit demanding attention.

He knelt between her legs, and dipped a finger into her pussy, making her writhe in pleasure. "So wet for me already, aren't you?" he whispered hotly in her ear. Angela nodded, half mad with lust.

CJ was speaking again, his dick poised just at the entrance to her pussy. "Tell me what you want, Angela. Beg for it. "

Angela moaned again, aching to feel him thrust inside her. "I want your dick, CJ," she gasped, looking into his eyes. "I need your dick in my pussy, please fuck me," she pleaded.

That was all he needed. With one quick thrust of his hips, his thick, swollen dick was embedded in her hot pussy. They both moaned, they had both imagined this moment so many times.

He pulled out slightly, the tip of his dick nestling just at the entrance to her pussy. He looked down at her, taking in her full, yet perky breasts with erect nipples pointing at him. He looked down, saw the curve of her hips, and her freshly shaved pussy that he had thought of so much.

Taking one ankle in each hand, he pulled her legs up onto his shoulders, and with one hard thrust, was back inside her, even deeper than before. She moaned and her hips arched off the bed, rising to meet his dick. He started to fuck hard, ramming himself into her with every thrust. Looking down, Angela saw his dick coated with her juices, rubbing her clit as he thrust in and out of her. Her breathing quickened, and she moaned "oh my god, your dick feels so good. Fuck me harder, please, make me cum." "You're going to cum for me baby? You're going to cum all over my dick?" was the reply, and he fucked harder, driving her back into the bed, working her pussy hard. She squeezed him inside her, gripping his dick with her muscles and he groaned, throbbing hotly inside her. Angela reached down and cupped his balls in her hand, tracing her fingernails over them as he fucked her. He groaned again, and pinched her nipples, enough to make her gasp, and jerk against his dick.

She felt the orgasm rising inside her now, and she ground herself against his dick, digging her nails into his back with one hand, teasing his balls with the other. “Fuck me, I'm going to cum, fuck me," she moaned loudly, as he drove himself further into her.

His speed changed, he was thrusting wildly, his dick pumping in and out of her faster and faster, and she felt his balls tensing up. His moans increased, and she squeezed herself around his dick, moaning and gasping as the orgasm hit. She gushed over his dick, juices erupting from her pussy, exciting him more, and with one final hard thrust, he exploded inside her.

They lay there a while, him still inside her, his cum running out of her pussy.

"Nice to meet you, CJ," Angela said, after a while. They both smiled. They had so many fantasies yet to try...

Contents Under Pressure

noreply@blogger.com (Spoken Word) — Sat, 04 Jun 2011 21:10:11 PDT

My rage comes from the depths of my heart.
Years of swallowed anger that's being regurgitated.
The explosion is coming soon, but in which form? Will it be in the form of violence, bitterness, neglectfulness with distance to be uprooted by a deep hatred that fills my veins?
The notion of love is draining, and being replaced with malice.
Straining to breathe, to keep sanity, to keep grounded, but beneath me the ground starts to crack, breathing becomes harder and my sanity vanishes.
Who is this person that I let out of my subconscious into the forefront?
As my heart darkens, it takes me to thoughts of revenge for the carelessness of others.
My belly and heart are too full to keep swallowing this anger and rage.
Soon, spilling out of me will be the years of taunting, belittling, bullying, degradation of my name, lies, deceit, misery, neglect, sheltering, self loathing, and hate. When my rage comes through, don't act surprised, because you are one of the founding fathers of it, and I will make sure my pain bleeds on you, just as you have bled on me.

Among all my deeds, I'm branded a sinner.
In truth no one would dare call me a saint.
Without excuse I alone bear my failings.
And in my own defense I offer nothing but silence.
On the day of my death, I bid no one step forward.
To claim my faults as merely misgivings.
To speak of my deeds with feigned solemn restraint.
All I ask is for someone to usher my body
Into the depths of the fiery flames.

Passion

noreply@blogger.com (Spoken Word) — Wed, 06 Apr 2011 17:55:35 PDT

I think about who we are
Our relationship
Symbiotic in nature
You Ocean
and I
Conqueror, Master of sea
Your womanhood engulfs me
As you straddle me and whisper lusty words
into my ear
Make love to me....
Your breath caresses my neck
And I shudder beneath you
You press your lips seductively against my lips
My chest rises as I take a deep breath
My heart races
As I exhale and let out a moan of pleasure
and ecstasy
You look deeply into my eyes, as I softly say the words
I Love You....
Like the movement of 2 oceanic plates, we create
a tsunami of passion
Your passion washes over me and mine
over you
One sensual wave after another
Heavy breathless confessions-
I need, I want, I love....
As we cum together in one sensual uninhibited moment
Heaving, gasping, moaning
Touching, stroking, grabbing
Inside you, I navigate-
Your body
Your soul
On the ravenous precipice of reality and pure sexual decadence
we stand
Teetering on the brink
Enjoying the moments before the jump
But oh the feeling of that Fall
To fall screaming, writhing with unadulterated
Pleasure
And as we land you are once again the Ocean
And I the the Conqueror
Swimming in your wet elegance
Awaiting the next wave

Until I Made Love

noreply@blogger.com (Spoken Word) — Thu, 24 Mar 2011 19:34:01 PDT

My tongue delves deep,
between your sugar walls.
Touching your soul.
Your heart,
Trembles.
Skips.
Then finds its beat again,
With mine.
This mouth of mine,
Makes flesh tingle.
As my tongue fuck,
Takes you there.
A place of my own making.
Where you have always dwelled.
If only in your dreams.
A dream remembered.
In past lives.
Where I loved you before.

Bound by my desire.
Bridled,
Like a young,
Skittish filly,
Mounted by my strength.
Waiting for my flanged,
Hot.
Enraged.
Yet, loving manhood,
To fill you.
Slowly.
Almost painful.
To find my way.
Deep in your pussy.
Filling you,
With ecstasies delight.
Impaled.
Pinning you.

My fist pulls the reins,
Of your loc'd mane,
As I slam you!
Take you....to that other place.
And I own you!
Own you!
As you own me.
Body.
Soul.
Heart.
Body!
Soul!
Heart!

Your orgasm,
Begins.
A small ember.
Deep inside you.
That grows brighter.
Brighter.
Ever hotter.
Filling you with it's,
Roaring fire!
Engulfing me.
That which sparked,
Kindled.
It's making.
I feel your heat,
As my dick fills you.
Becomes your fire.
Those silken walls throb,
Around me.
Surround me
Contract.
Then throb again.
Contract!
Gripping me.
Swallowing me.....
In a shuddering,
Soul searing.
Love filled release,
As I,
release with you!
Throbbing in rhythm with you........
Becoming you.
As you become me.
Being one,
In each others hearts.
Souls.
Minds.

Our sweat mingles.
Cools us slowly,
Till the next time.
When I take you farther.
Higher.
Deeper.
Enslaving you,
With my love.
A love,
That never knew it's true meaning,
Till I made love to you.

Fuck n' Head

noreply@blogger.com (Spoken Word) — Sun, 13 Mar 2011 20:54:30 PDT

I want to fuck.
Not a pretty piece of poetry,
but a hot, wet pussy,
From a real bad chick,
someone splintered off from
the fabric of mundane
Everyday chicks.
I have no plans of being a gentle man;

giving her pleasure isn't part of the plan.
I want to use her to
get myself off and then
send her home
with nothing but the
taste of my cum in her mouth
and the need to brush
her teeth.
The head better be good too!

It Is What It Is

noreply@blogger.com (Spoken Word) — Sun, 27 Feb 2011 22:44:36 PST

Without a doubt, I’m sure that
Your emotions have conquered hesitation
And urged you to sweep from your heart and mind
Those memories of past loves that didn't last
Between my heart and yours we shall remake
The countenance of your soul.
Trust and commitment dancing the slow
Intimate swaying of two hearts and souls as one.
Until the past seems inconsequential and the future seems as present.
And I confess to you, and with a smile, you whisper back to me the secret of your heart.

There Is Greatness Inside Me

noreply@blogger.com (Spoken Word) — Thu, 10 Feb 2011 01:19:58 PST

Sometimes I muse
To myself
What it would be like
To write like an author
Like a best-seller
Like a Doyle or a Dostoevsky.
Some nights, I sit up late
And wait for my muse to sing
To give me a sweet taste of her lips
And let me pour my mind
Onto the blank screen before me.
Some nights I despair
And return to old habits
Of distasteful description
And sub-par performance.
And every time it leaves
Nothing more than a bitter taste
For the fact that I only amount
To the number of words in a box.
Inside
There is a book
That cries for a voice
And cries for an author
That can paint a picture of its face
And the emotion that it can speak
In volumes deeper than human hearts could imagine.
And every time
I fall short
So short of this goal
And my muse laughs
Like grinding steel
And I curl up alone
Wishing what is in my head
Would be what is before your eyes.
If you could see the color of desperate men
And taste the dreams of mad children
Then you would know
What I feel for my muse.
There is a book in my body
Clawing its way to the surface
And every day retreating from
A sliver of light
As doors of steel bar its way to freedom.
A thousand portals have been tried
And a thousand have been locked.
A book rests inside me
A form of unearthly beauty
That desires nothing more than to be allowed to live
And I am not the man to give it life.
Yet it persists.
Grand ideas
On a scale greater than universes
Pound at iron-bound doors
And wail for the muse on the other side
To let just one wisp through.
But she smiles sadly
And blows cynical kisses
And leaves the book and ideas in darkness
To brood with me
Where no light shines
And the muse will never venture.
So scared of me is she
That if she were to ever keep a door unlocked
That I would become
Too great to contain.
So here I lie
A book inside me
My instrument beside me
With the muse to give voice
To my book
Just beyond the door before me.
And I am without the skill
To paint my masterpiece
On the screen before you
Without her voice
To sing inspiration for me.
But...
There is always hope
In the thought
That Doyle and Dostoevsky
Were just as frustrated with Zeus's daughters
That they spurned these greats
As mine has spurned me.
And so, to crack my muse across the face
with the hand of a thousand darkened hopes
Ringed with the light of one that remains
I will continue to muse
And hope there will be born
Something great
From my
Musing.

Kissing Her

noreply@blogger.com (Spoken Word) — Sun, 06 Feb 2011 13:02:49 PST

I'm transfixed by her lips
Two beautiful petals ready to unfold
allowing me to experience her depth.
As our lips meet
She parts them for me
attempting to devour me with her intensity.

I grasp her locs firmly
Controlling her hunger
While teasing her lips
And lightly, our tongues brush
the mood, slow and smoldering,
Allowing the passion to build.

I feel her lips swell
the rose is unfolding
As above so below.
The play of lips and tongues
Changes pace
As breath is shared.

A brushing of lips
Fuels the heat of the kiss
the excitement builds
pushing the longing
for penetration
of hot, slippery wetness.

There is a parting
As heated gazes meet
I stroke with a finger
Lips swollen with blood
Then gently invade
her petals unfolding

in seriousness I know
this Is only a beginning
For my commitment is made
mutual pleasure the goal
time has no meaning
nature’s mystery to reveal

Lips reconnect
Feverish and demanding
my tongue probes
She opens and responds
I know I now have
Her firmly in hand.

She feels my strength
As I tilt her head back
Just a bit more.
Lips press harder
Tongue probes deeper,
Wetter, more demanding.

Then the pressure eases,
The caresses gentle
She feels my hardness
Against her thigh
She sees the fire in my eyes
Our chemistry cannot be faked.

The intensity is heightened
As I'm Kissing Her
She whimpers in sensual thrall
her desire unquestioned
her passion explodes,
The petals unfolded.

Obsessed

noreply@blogger.com (Spoken Word) — Sat, 05 Feb 2011 14:47:32 PST

Is it wrong to be this obsessed with you?

Analyzing everything you do.
I'm an astronomer and you're the star,
to catch just a glimpse I'd travel far.

Reaching out to touch you
when you're not even there.
Fantasies swirling through my mind,
believing that you care.

Is it wrong to be this obsessed with you?
I worship you for what you do.
I'm the disciple and you're my Goddess,
I've devoted my life to you.

I've built an alter in your name,
read Chimera a thousand times.
Hanging on every word you wrote,
I could quote the pages line for line.

You haunt my thoughts,
I forget what I knew.
Every aspect of my life
connects back to you.

You've brainwashed me,
but it was all my choice.
I yearn each and every day
to hear the sound of your voice.

Is it wrong to be this obsessed with you?
Loving you because you're you,
wishing you were mine.

Wondering if one day you could be Obsessed with me too?

Diary Of A Snow Shoveler (Funny Email)

noreply@blogger.com (Spoken Word) — Sat, 29 Jan 2011 17:26:01 PST

December 8 - 6:00 PM
It started to snow. The first snow of the season and the wife and I took our cocktails and sat for hours by the window watching the huge soft flakes drift down from heaven. It looked like a Grandma Moses Print. So romantic we felt like newlyweds again. I love snow!

December 9
We woke to a beautiful blanket of crystal white snow covering every inch of the landscape. What a fantastic sight! Can there be a more lovely place in the whole world? Moving here was the best idea I've ever had! Shovelled for the first time in years and felt like a boy again. I did both our driveway and the sidewalks. This afternoon the snowplough came along and covered up the sidewalks and closed in the driveway, so I got to shovel again. What a perfect life!

December 12
The sun has melted all our lovely snow... Such a disappointment! My neighbour tells me not to worry- we'll definitely have a white Christmas. No snow on Christmas would be awful! Bob says we'll have so much snow by the end of winter, that I'll never want to see snow again. I don't think that's possible. Bob is such a nice man, I'm glad he's our neighbour.

December 14
Snow, lovely snow! 8 inches last night. The temperature dropped to -20. The cold makes everything sparkle so. The wind took my breath away, but I warmed up by shovelling the driveway and sidewalks. This is the life! The snowplough came back this afternoon and buried everything again.. I didn't realize I would have to do quite this much shovelling, but I'll certainly get back in shape this way. I wish I wouldn't huff and puff so.

December 15
20 inches forecast. Sold my van and bought a 4x4 Blazer. Bought snow tires for the wife's car and 2 extra shovels. Stocked the freezer. The wife wants a wood stove in case the electricity goes out. I think that's silly. We aren't in Alaska , after all.
December 16
Ice storm this morning. Fell on my ass on the ice in the driveway putting down salt. Hurt like hell. The wife laughed for an hour, which I think was very cruel.

December 17
Still way below freezing. Roads are too icy to go anywhere. Electricity was off for 5 hours. I had to pile the blankets on to stay warm. Nothing to do but stare at the wife and try not to irritate her. Guess I should've bought a wood stove, but won't admit it to her. God I hate it when she's right. I can't believe I'm freezing to death in my own living room.

December 20
Electricity's back on, but had another 14 inches of the damn stuff last night. More shovelling! Took all day. The damn snowplough came by twice. Tried to find a neighbour kid to shovel, but they said they're too busy playing hockey. I think they're lying. Called the only hardware store around to see about buying a snow blower and they're out. Might have another shipment in March. I think they're lying. Bob says I have to shovel or the city will have it done and bill me. I think he's lying.

December 22
Bob was right about a white Christmas because 13 more inches of the white shit fell today, and it's so cold, it probably won't melt till August. Took me 45 minutes to get all dressed up to go out to shovel and then I had to piss. By the time I got undressed, pissed and dressed again, I was too tired to shovel. Tried to hire Bob who has a plough on his truck for the rest of the winter, but he says he's too busy. I think the asshole is lying.

December 23
Only 2 inches of snow today. And it warmed up to 0. The wife wanted me to decorate the front of the house this morning. What is she, nuts?!! Why didn't she tell me to do that a month ago? She says she did but I think she's lying.

December 24
6 inches - Snow packed so hard by snowplough, I broke the shovel. Thought I was having a heart attack. If I ever catch the son of a bitch who drives that snow plough, I'll drag him through the snow by his balls and beat him to death with my broken shovel. I know he hides around the corner and waits for me to finish shovelling and then he comes down the street at a 100 miles an hour and throws snow all over where I've just been! Tonight the wife wanted me to sing Christmas carols with her and open our presents, but I was too busy watching for the damn snowplough.

December 25
Merry f---ing Christmas! 20 more inches of the damn slop tonight - Snowed in. The idea of shovelling makes my blood boil.. God, I hate the snow! Then the snowplough driver came by asking for a donation and I hit him over the head with my shovel. The wife says I have a bad attitude. I think she's a fricking idiot. If I have to watch "It's A Wonderful Life" one more time, I'm going to stuff her into the microwave.

December 26
Still snowed in. Why the hell did I ever move here? It was all HER idea. She's really getting on my nerves.

December 27
Temperature dropped to -30 and the pipes froze; plumber came after 14 hours of waiting for him, he only charged me $1,400 to replace all my pipes.

December 28
Warmed up to above -20. Still snowed in. The BITCH is driving me crazy!!!

December 29
10 more inches. Bob says I have to shovel the roof or it could cave in. That's the silliest thing I ever heard. How dumb does he think I am?

December 30
Roof caved in. I beat up the snow plough driver, and now he is suing me for a million dollars, not only the beating I gave him, but also for trying to shove the broken snow shovel up his ass. The wife went home to her mother. Nine more inches predicted.

December 31
I set fire to what's left of the house. No more shovelling.

January 8
Feel so good. I just love those little white pills they keep giving me. Why am I tied to the bed?

How To Eat A Peach

noreply@blogger.com (Spoken Word) — Fri, 28 Jan 2011 16:53:51 PST

It would be an exercise in futility for me to think that I can tell you or teach you (well, with words only) how to eat pussy. I can share with you my experience and what I have found works for me, and you are free to adopt any of my techniques or experiment and see what works. But I cannot write the definitive "''how to eat pussy like a champ by following these simple steps."

The only general guideline I offer is that there is no right or wrong way to eat pussy. It is my experience that each woman is very different in her preferences and anatomy, and the effort you put into oral sex for your lady is really the time and diligence you put into it to find out what works—and what does not.

Being able to openly talk to your woman before, during and after the grand event is very helpful, but sometimes they are not your best guide either from shyness or inexperience.

I think the right attitude is the best skill you can possess in eating pussy. First, see this as a selfless act designed to bring pleasure to your woman. Do your job right, and the payback can be pleasure of untold proportions. Remember, this is not just a warm up for you to fuck her (except when it is) or something that you do because it is expected. You need to have the mindset that you are going to do whatever it takes to provide her a high quality orgasm using only your mouth, tongue and maybe fingers. And you do this because...well... it is just fucking hot for you, too.

In short, I believe the right mindset is something along the lines of "Eating pussy is its own reward."

Second, you have to really love the pussy in its entirety. The way it looks, smells and tastes as well as feels when you are fucking. Each woman has a different smell and taste. Some have a heavy scent and taste, others are light. It doesn't matter as they have as much control over this as you do the size of your cock. The point is you need to "take it as it comes" (to pardon the pun) and remember that ALL pussy is amazing. Amazing not only for the pleasure it can afford you as a means of intercourse, but in its very existence. The pussy is the center of a woman's sexuality, but not the single place where it resides. However, each woman's pussy is a marvel to behold and something to treasure and that attitude makes it easy to become acknowledged as a master of your skill.

We all have a preference in the smell and taste. But again, other than simple hygiene, your woman has zero control over any of that. Let her know you adore how she smells, how she tastes and how beautiful you think her pussy looks. Hopefully a genuine sense of awe is your mindset. I let her know I want her to "mark" me with her juices, that I want her smell on my face, fingers, neck and cock. I will tell her I really need her to abandon herself to my mouth and dance on the tip of my tongue in her erotic dance of pleasure. To use the common vernacular, I urge you to let her know you "get it."

As for the mechanics, there really is no right or wrong way—there is just what works for her. There is no one secret, special technique that, once understood and mastered, will make you THE pussy eating champ for all women. However, there are techniques that work for her and that can make you HER world champion pussy eater. And the joy is in the journey and discovery. Truly, a labor love.

Ok, here is how I do it, and take from it what ever you wish. I begin by whispering in her ear that I simply must taste her—that my need to go down on her is strong. Then I take a bit of time to see what I have to work with. Is she dripping wet in urgent need of release? Is she not wet at all and needing the proper time and attention to coax an orgasm out of her?

I begin by just lightly licking the entire pussy. I explore lightly with my tongue, and savior her taste. I take a few very deep breaths to let her know I like what I have found—that simple act alone, letting her hear you breathing her in deeply and robustly, is a great way to set the stage. Then I pay attention to her clit. Does she have a huge clit that is readily exposed? Does she have small clit that is hidden deeply behind the folds of her hood? I find the location and condition of her clit, but leave it alone for the time being. I lick her pussy from stem to stern repeatedly, gently suck her pussy into my mouth, and trace the lines of her pussy lips with the tip of my tongue. I pay attention to how she reacts, and if find something that is really working, I keep doing that until it is time to move on to something else.

That something else is usually the beginning stages of eating her. I never directly stimulate her clit, unless I know this is what works for her. Some women need direct and continual clit stimulation at the outset, but my experience is that most do not. Using the first third of my tongue, I lap the top third of her pussy and alternate in sort of lightly tracing her clit or the hood and her pussy lips.

I also make a point to gently use the tip of my finger to trace and rub the lips, usually taking the time to tell her something hot and nasty, or sweet and loving. But I will for sure tell her that I love the way she smells and tastes—and I tell her that every time.

A note; some women are super sensitive at first and cannot tolerate any firm stimulation of the clit—these are women who, in my mind, I need to "work up" to the point of tolerating/needing firm clit stimulation. Other women want a firm tongue lashing of their clit, and from the beginning are in desperate need of rapid and hard attention from my tongue. Pay attention because you want to get this right.

Once she is good and wet from her own juices and my saliva, I will pick up the pace of my lapping and licking and increase the pressure on her clit—one way to look at this is taking the intensity of my actions up a notch while paying close attention that I am not over or under stimulating.

Then I stick one of my own fingers in my mouth and wet it in preparation of inserting it into her pussy. It is my experience that nothing can be more of a momentary "buzz kill" for a woman than the sudden introduction of a dry finger. Another good way to do this is to let her suck and wet a finger or two for you. Then I go back to actively eating her and gently slip a finger inside her.

My experience also tells me that finger fucking is not the best use of my digit. Rather, I crook my finger and find the ridged area just inside her on the top. Now, find a rhythm with your tongue on her clit and gently tap and rub that ridged area—which I believe is commonly called the "g spot." Then slip a second finger into her and use both finger tips to tap and rub the ridges. And another note, some women's ridges are big and pronounced, other are small and delicate. But notice they all seem to swell and become more pronounced as they build towards orgasm. The swelling and pronouncement of her ridges will happen in direct proportion to her wetness. And it is just hot to feel it happen on your fingertips.

At this point I know I need to be focused but flexible. She might buck and thrash with increasing intensity as she builds. She might push my face into her pussy, or hold my head and grind her hips into my face, or wrap her feet around my upper torso. But then she might also simply lay very passively, opening her legs wide to give you all the access I could hope for and wail and scream...or whisper and make her small noises of pleasure. I just roll with what happens, but when I since she is getting close I will urge her to cum on my tongue.

I find a rhythm and a place on or near her clit that is working and keep going. The time has passed for changing it up or exploration. This is what I call the "active pussy eating stage." At this point I am working towards completion, using my tongue and fingers and staying focused. I try to position my nose such that I can breathe; another big buzz killer is breaking the rhythm to gasp for breath.

A woman once told me that when she came with me licking her clit AND rubbing her g spot it felt like an "internal and external orgasm, while it just feels external and more intense when you use only your tongue." She did not place a value judgment on one method or type of orgasm over the other. But she did best vocalize the difference in a way I could grasp. By the way, she had this really nice, full natural blond bush. She barely had any taste or smell, and she gushed wetness even when slightly aroused. She also had a g spot that was impossible to miss. She was a wailing, screaming, head-thumping, grind-and-thrash-hard-into-your-face woman that would literally scream "Fuck, you ROCK" right before I sent her over the edged by eating her. Her blond pussy was tight, hot...

But I digress.

Anyway, discuss it with your woman. Give her both types and see what thinks of each climax and if she feels a difference.

My orgasm comes in one flavor. I cum hard. I do not think men, or at least most men, can say one cum feels much different from the other. At least physically, anyway. However, I will be the first to admit I might be wrong, and I have not discussed this with other men. But the male orgasm, I think, differs only by very slight degrees of pleasure either way of "great."

But my experience is that this is not the case for women. They can have any number of different types of orgasms; hard to the point of violent, or soft and sweet. They can arrive as mind blowing climaxes that leave 'em limp or a little shudder from one that is just sufficient to take the edge off. I have found I cannot control the type or the intensity of her climax as there are many other factors that come into play that are usually outside my abilities. The point is, I can make a woman cum (99 times out of a 100) by eating her pussy, but the quality of her climax is not a sure thing I can replicate for her time and time again. However, I do like the sense of power that comes with a challenge wherein I am have to coax an orgasm out of a lady when I eat her, and succeed.

That said, I do know I can ruin it for her at the end with bad mechanics. There is providing too much stimulation or licking/fingering "too hard" that can fuck up a climax. Or breaking the rhythm by losing her sweet spot (clit) just as she goes over the edge and the resulting orgasm is one of less intensity. Or losing the rhythm too many times and turning her into a frustrated, overly sensitized woman who can't go over the edge. Yep, check the box, I have done all of that. At times I have been the worst pussy eater known to woman. And those failures have made me much, much better at the job.

Perhaps one technique to experiment with is the "Butterfly." In this, you eat her pussy and use the index and middle finger to tap her g-spot. The ring finger has no job, so you keep it curled in. Use the tip of your little finger to gently probe her anal opening. You need not penetrate her ass (unless she grooves on such a thing) but rather just toy with her little rosebud and give her ass a little play. You might be amazed at the reaction you get. My experience is I at least get a shy little admission that "how you did that was hot."

I believe the cool down is important to the entire experience. I pay attention and let her body will tell me when to stop licking her clit. I will keep eating pussy until I receive some sign of "enough!" It can be the words "stop," or a tightened body that goes slack, legs and arms unclenching my head and hips not being wildly pounded into my face. It can be having your head pushed away. When it is over, I will very gently kiss the area around her pussy, her inner thighs, her tummy...just light little kisses, while taking an occasional deep breath to let her know I continue to adore her scent. I once had a lover whose every nerve was on edge after she came that even a little kiss on her inner thigh made her jerk with little jolts of pain. But I linger in the area until they come back down...come back to me.

For me, the greatest reward of being a good pussy eater is when she whispers in my ear an urgent plea; "Baby, I need you to do that thing you do." Or something more direct.

Help Wanted

noreply@blogger.com (Spoken Word) — Tue, 25 Jan 2011 20:00:56 PST

Do you ever know the lover?
Who's the candied apple,
the sugar plum fairy,
the heart's coups d'état,
the one who still makes you breathless after the first night of hot sex?

Can one define Miss Right,
or is it at best a guess?

How we limit–
they must have certain education,
a certain race,
a certain figure,
a certain background,
a certain religion,
a certain income
and certainly like sex.

I say fuck it all;
give me someone who can tolerate me
when I piss her off;
who'll laugh at my bad jokes,
and can enjoy a man who wants to be a little boy again.

In other words,
the one who can put up with my shit,
and is smart,
and just as strange as me,
exuding inner beauty that perhaps only I can see and love.

In return, Miss Infatuation-Maybe-Soul-Mate,
I'll clean the toilet,
rub your back when you have cramps,
paint your toenails,
buy your maxi pads,
fan you during hot flashes,
eat your pussy while you watch porn
and ensure your pleasure is had before mine when we make love.

I'll humbly try and make you a better human,
all I ask is please try and do the same for me.

Oh, and I'll forget all the above often.

And SHHHHH, here's a secret,
you can forget too.

Your pay isn't money;
it isn't orgasmic bliss;
it isn't the latest fashion,
a new house,
a new pair of sneakers
or new panties.
Who needs panties anyway?

Your pay is love after infatuation exits.

Memories

noreply@blogger.com (Spoken Word) — Tue, 25 Jan 2011 19:30:34 PST

The memories, like snap shots:
(etched under my eyelids,
engraved in my fingertips,
branded on my skin)
your pupils dilating
as I anxiously
explore
your body.
Urgency in your voice
whispering
(my name)
(Un) Spoken Words
Unkept promises,
Unfulfilled dreams.
A few
stolen moments.
Closeness
before you dress and leave.

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noreply@blogger.com (Spoken Word) — Tue, 18 Jan 2011 15:47:11 PST

MonoNeutron

Her Favorite Lover

noreply@blogger.com (Spoken Word) — Tue, 25 Jan 2011 19:33:12 PST

To touch
To hold

To suckle from
Her breasts
To lick

To taste

To pray at her Pussy

Hypnotized
Pleasuring her with

Comfort & Sex
Becoming
Her Favorite Lover

You Got Served

noreply@blogger.com (Spoken Word) — Wed, 12 Jan 2011 13:26:38 PST

We use obscure codes as conversation,
cross words for angry purposes,
skirting sincerity.
Softly spoken, the better to threaten.
The sweeter the smile,
the more sting to the hit.
We lie in wait for one another,
always with a ready barb
to pierce the biggest ego.
We perfect our art
on the unwitting,
leaving them confused in total ignorance.
We seldom swear, choosing to use
thoughtful words that cut clean,
leaving no lines,
no scars to remind.

Still Hungry

noreply@blogger.com (Spoken Word) — Sat, 01 Jan 2011 11:28:13 PST

You:
laying before me
showing me your semi-naked flesh
teasing me
arousing me
building the passion between us

I:
see your naked breasts
so round
so firm
so beautiful

I:
see your nipples
already erect
waiting for my mouth to devour them

You:
seeing my hunger
beckon me to you
offering your breasts to my hungry mouth
feeding me