Saturday, January 26, 2008

Because of what she did for me

She took some amazing photographs of herself for me, they made me blush with desire.
I didn't take these pictures for her, but the photoshopping was definitely done with her in mind, and thats where I express myself, more than in the picture itself


























Sister blog

Curiously Kinky Wife is a blog run by a woman I've been exchanging emails with..
And She is amazing
I so very badly want to be the first for Her
I want to hear Her whimper at Her first kiss
I want to see the glow in Her eyes as my hands touch Her in new and different ways
I want to hear the silence as Her back arches, a new sex taking Her over
I want to be that for Her.

I was out last night, dancing and thinking of Her.
A strange girl was grinding against me, and all I could think of was Her.
What would She be like...
Would She be aggressive as She claims?
Or would She need me to take Her hand?
I think She would.
I would guide Her to the floor, let Her body find how it fits to mine
We wouldn't speak
Just move
I'd touch a droplet of sweat from Her brow, and place it on Her lips
I'd see the nervousness in Her eyes, and smile it all away
After a time, my lips would be so very close to Her's
And I'd keep us there
that perfect moment of uncertainty
Will it happen?
Right there
Until She might cry
And then our lips would touch so lightly
But in that contact, I'd hold Her completely
She would move at the guidance of our kiss

Monday, December 24, 2007

Sooner or later

Sooner or later, everyone with whom I share a relationship with a sexual aspect (talk sex with, have sex with, or reads my writings) asks me:
Are you a sub (or dom)?
I know there are people who are strictly dom or sub, but that sort of thing doesn't work for me.
For me, sex is almost always expressing some part of the relationship, or emotional context. Whether I'm making love with a girlfriend, fooling around with a 'friend with benefits' or pinning you against the wall, there's a reason our bodies are in contact, a reason you are touching me.

Which isn't to say that I'm always submissive to a particular person, or dominant to another, or just something else. Sometimes, whatever 'mode' I'm in, its only an expression of what I'm feeling about you, me, us right then and there.

I guess the best metaphor would be a discussion. Sometimes, its a topic I defer to the other person on, sometimes its something I know I know best, and sometimes its a topic I can't handle being wrong about (we all have things we don't talk about particularly rationally).

Or maybe...maybe right there, when I'm nowhere else but with you, when I let go of myself and give in to the moment, when we can learn secret things about each other, we are having a relationship as real, right then, as any other.

And maybe, just maybe, thats why you are there.

Read my flesh. I'll hear your sweat.

Thursday, December 13, 2007

Rainy crappy

I love rain, I really do.
In the summer.
In the spring.
In the fall.
But notnotnot in the winter.
Every other time of the year, rain is a sensual event.
Raindrops are fingers and toungetips, and wet clothes cling like a hungry girl.
But in winter, rain is weight, and cold, and jagged edge.
Without fire.

me


and one of me
I feel beautiful in this one
like when she touched the back of my thigh
like just before she kissed me
like the look in her eyes as she knelt at my feet
and my nails drew upon her

poopie

hmmm...my background isn't quite right, now. I'd love to figure out how to change it so that the images never went over the background face.
help?

pics

So I live for photoshop. Below are a bunch of images I liked...flesh and lip and hair and mmmmm
first, the image I found, then my edits. I think some came out really well.
Hope you like!!