22 Apr 2015 12:28
What refinements of pleasure await us? Such powers in nature when it comes to the service of our sensuality. Wanton postures, lascivious motions, such satisfactory pictures play often in our imaginations. The flame is lit as the longing to consummate dreams into a reality is extreme. Exquisite touches, titillating fires, luxurious moments become our sumptuous secret. Contemplating attitudes of the body and how best to extinguish what is kindled dominate us. With a silent consent, we bare ourselves agonizingly slow. For each others delight, we brandish our treasures, our eyes going to work in all their eagerness as we relish what is exposed. Our senses are reeling, our spirits soaring, while flames and tongues lick. What was kindled is now a roar. We submit as we are stirred up so fiercely. With a squeezing convulsive thrusts, a moan, a gasp and melting swoon, we drown in a deluge of desire in a foaming sea of wave after blissful wave. Take what it is I give, I give it freely!
04 Apr 2015 23:39
What refinements of pleasure await us? Such powers in nature when it comes to the service of our sensuality. Wanton postures, lascivious motions, such satisfactory pictures play often in our imaginations. The flame is lit as the longing to consummate dreams into a reality is extreme. Exquisite touches, titillating fires, luxurious moments simply contemplating attitudes of the body, how best to extinguish what is kindled. With a silent consent, we bare ourselves agonizingly slow. For each others delight, we brandish our treasures, our eyes going to work in all their eagerness, as we relish what is exposed, our senses reeling, our spirits soaring, while flames and tongues lick, what was kindled is now a roar. As we submit, we are stirred up so fiercely. The squeezing, convulsive thrusts, a moan, a gasp, a melting swoon, we drown in a deluge of desire, in a foaming sea, wave after blissful wave. Take what it is I give, for I give it freely.
27 Mar 2015 23:19
Her voice, still to cause a stir, a quake, a shiver to my slick thrust, imagining I'm close enough to deliver my molten conclusion within her hold. Raptuous pictures, held sacred still, images that fill my senses with a wanting pang and need, that cause such a rapid stir and rise. I will always hold dear and guard as sacred such gifts bestowed and wonder how I might have caused a closing of a wondrous door. If I were closer I'd return the shiver, the quake and deliver deep within, to fulfill any and all that she desires. My fantasies will always include. I will always give thanks. My hungers are insatiable, it is who I am, fascinated with the feminine divine.
She will always hold dear space and memory in my heart, as I send out my desire for her continued awe, as hopefully she has found. Dear friends are rare jewels, after-all.
02 Mar 2015 23:39
That mutually sought connectedness, that sensual sear that quaked our limbs every time we neared each others orbit, that hitched up the rhythm of our breath, less in control of the beating of our hearts, in anticipation of newly minted prose, well targeted towards the desires known of the other. Oh sweet the seasons of such sessions, primal blanket forest hemming in this creek side Shangri-la, as two souls reached out their lonely ache to each the other, wild animal calls echoing off Cedar trunk, echoing from the core of our eros centers. Hunger beckoned...
23 Feb 2015 17:54
Had there ever been a one who harbored such a deep yearning pang to flesh out my closest held fantasies, commit them to memory, fashion some future exploit, some private adventure, to bring to fruition the ripening buds that would bear the blissful fruit of a mutually celebrated consummation of desire and lust? Would I manage the two week separations without managing to my own profuse swelling bud, anticipating what might come, imagining how we might guide each other, drowning in a co-conspired flood of copulating vapors and sprays? So HARD the wait.
10 Feb 2015 12:44
Yes indeed, there can not be beginnings, if we haven't the ends. The Muse, she comes and she goes. I like that. There are only learning moments in life, opportunities, if you will. We make of our circumstances what we create as our perception of reality. We have the ability to choose how we "see" life. They say it's reflected in our aurora, imperceptible on an overt level, but "visible" never-the-less. She exuded such a characteristic herself. Confessed that my own drew her in. I had to admit the same about her... an inner brillance that awed me, slayed me. Like clockwork we merged our lights every two weeks, merged our talents, our gifts (openly shared), merged our hungers and needs, as well. We paid attention to each other's deepest held desires, dropped subtle hints, and strategized for future rendezvous with an aim to please. You can find a glimpse of our playfulness in my very first story threads I contributed, but there was so much more to the tale... such creativeness.
08 Feb 2015 11:32
First things first... Dear MadameMolly, I would follow bread crumbs, if that is what it took, to find my way to your next contribution. I mean that photo alone is enough to guarantee my attention and a coursing arousal. A most potent and masculine tuning strums it's way to the fore of my mind, body, and... clutch.
Next, I really must continue with the bearing of my soul, as I attempt to cobble together these threads, these admissions, confessions, presentations of a reality many may be lucky enough to experience now and then. I mean there is an up side, even if there is that never ending "end", that ever arrival of the interruption of my grove, that vigorous flow, a fortuitous merging of the minds... leading to an eventual mingling of the flesh... that other "flow". The easy touches early on... light, delicate on multiple levels, seemingly innocent enough... but charged, electric... instantly recognized in the eyes of both, as we exchanged "that look", right from the first contact.
06 Feb 2015 23:48
Put another way, we lived for the build up, the tension whilst apart, in truth. We measured our offerings and tease carefully, in the meantime, and planned our rendezvous in some detail, ascribing to previous shared fantasies. A poem offered and shared by each, upon the meet, "set the table", so to speak. We quite reveled in stimulating each other verbally, to set the tone, and share our licentious devious desires. How delicious it all was, while it lasted. How I miss the days, the shared creative spirit and joy. Such openly unrestrained hunger and appeal was so refreshing and invigorating. Ah, but alas... there are the memories!
02 Feb 2015 13:27
Always the tease, the parlance of seduction ever present, strict about the measure -- more is better, never parsimonious, for that would leave for want. Potent head-fucks, non palpable at onset, tension and delirium is paramount in the beginning. Two titan paramour story tellers, trading feature stories in our private company, friends who thrive on such titillation... better on occasion, as such endeavors and creative processes take time to construct to an expected satisfaction. Planning for the meet, after the ache of wait, is always the sweeter for. We read, we masturbate, we watch, moan... and always in the end... reach!
01 Jan 2015 23:54
She moves to new orbits, on some dating binge it seems, dating all and any who appeal. She directs attention to her cast off lover, perhaps out of guilt or that described sense of mutual liberation she really aches to embrace. She claims to be pleasured by my own sense of adventure and insatiable appetite.
01 Dec 2014 12:53
She stirs in the shadows, naughty, self engaged while watching me pose, encouraging my naughtiness and confidence. We keep redefining our boundaries and permissions, not only with each other, but with acquaintences singular to each. She gets off on my posing for pictures to post or share with other woman, but knows in the real world, vs. our fantasy worlds, it is she who will actually "have" me, and vice versa. She is my on again and off again distraction, as we have moved within each other's orbits and lives several times before, each time agreeing to discuss our evolution, growth, and plan to make the arrangement work anew. It is the raw physical attraction and high level of sensual satisfaction, high level of sexual need, that brings us together eventually, again. It is that high level of sexual need that also has driven us to seek out other adventures, in the past. It will be interesting to see what awaits as we continue to explore our boundaries, and alternative lifestyles.
24 Aug 2014 23:51
Just want to acknowledge new adds to the wall, continued loyalty in readership, a wish for a wondrous end to the summer season... make the most of it (as with life), and to the muses who move my spirit, direct my fluidity, and nurture a spontaneous creative spirit. To all the lovelies here who inspire a heated flow, that ends in expessions of awe and lust, I bow deeply, sincerely. There exists in my most magical and private places, a garden nymph, a seductress dancer who may visit me in the night, who can and does bring out the magical and joyful in me, the free falling, the free roaming mind, and restless hands. She is, but of course, generous by nature, kind by infinite degrees, and gentle of spirit. Peace to one and all. Now... lets get this party started!
19 Feb 2014 13:27
Just want to acknowledge the wondrously sexy and luscious new pictures, keeping my wall fresh and spicy, just the way I love it! I hope you'll forgive my swelling state as I touch myself in honor of your passionate effort at bringing such awe and joy. I hope to get more active here soon. In the meantime you are in my thoughts and dreams nightly and during the occasional day dream. Yum. XO
29 Jan 2014 17:14
Peaking in from time to time. Employee team building and self defense went well. Everyone felt they benefited. Glad I signed some of my employees and self up. Will get back to writing and
contributing soon. Stay connected and keep working at your creative spirit my good friends. Peace!
18 Dec 2013 00:06
AWOL... Again? Well kind of, but not by choice! In a vigorous boot camp style training regime with little time or access to computer. Martial arts, self defense, weight training and aerobics fill my days for the moment. Rest assured... I'll be back and sharper, more fine tuned, and more buff than ever! Patience is requested and desired. Miss you one and all. See you soon. Write on!
07 Nov 2013 08:35
Just want to thank you naughty girls for keeping my profile wall vibrant and alive with such sensual erotic dreamscapes. You know how much it keeps my mind actively fertile and potent, provokes such intriguing desires within my creative soul and keeps me fluid, engaged, yearning and at the ready to provide yet again the kind of sentiments that can draw you near. Sometimes I'm juggling a lot and have to remain in the shadows (business beckons), but you are never far from my burning thoughts, and your contributions to keep my fires alive are always taken to heart.
07 Oct 2013 23:02
As MidKnightMan is such a busy bee these daze, I'd just like to take this moment to thank thee one and all for your kind, thoughtful and sensual updates on my profile page/wall. It means much to me and helps keep my fires burning ever so hot, my imagination ripe, and my juices flowing... which can only mean one thing... (well... yes... that too), but alas -- another contribution is in the offing.
Have a great rest of the week and forgive my absence from individual pages during my busy season.
27 Sep 2013 23:19
Just thinking about the great friends I have here, the amazing talent and the generous continual updates my wall here. I want to thank you one and all for keeping this fresh and me poised at the ready. Keep muse alive, the fire burning and the juices flowing! Ahhh just the medicine this curve lover needs right now.
24 Aug 2013 13:58
AWOL? Me? LOL... Thought I better bring everyone up to date here... been one crazy hectic summer so far! Healing a back injury is no fun... over did with weights it seems... arrgggg, when will this thick headed Irishman learn? Can't keep a good man down though right? Maybe some of you vixens have a cure to that? ;-) Also dealt with the passing of my mom and also three family friends in the last few months. Jonesing for a hard fast care-free ride... how about you? So... trusted friends and casual acquaintences and readers... I shall return! Patience please. I will endeavor to catch up on all your posts and new stories and contribute soon enough... promise.
In need of your "touch", your "attention" and your postive vibes... and love! Peace in your hearts.
Missing all with every fiber of my being...
31 May 2013 13:57
I'd just like to take a minute to thank all of you who keep my profile page fresh and alluring. Love the tune Buttercup! Thanks for the nice acknowledgements and comments too. Nice voluptuous art/photos Buttercup, Mystic and Personal Assist. YUM! Gets my fever running high... piston pumping and motor roaring. So busy these days, running the business and all, but so as not to get accused of being totally AWOL, I'm posting a short but deeply felt poem today.
Speaks to my transcendental side, inspired by a special friend and special connection I feel to the elements that feed my soul and energy... ride on kindred spirits... hear me roar... feel my power!
14 May 2013 23:57
Been crazy busy lately... work work and more work... boring guy eh? Gotta make hay while... oh, you say way? Make out IN the hay? Hmmmm... yea, probably a better way to spend the time! I will try to make up my neglect as soon as possible, but in the mean time thank you one and all for your support and encouragement and your continued contributions to my wall and friend's list. I miss you all dearly. Can't wait to cum play with you all again.... ohhh yea baby!
12 Oct 2012 22:44
Thinking how off the grid my mind wanders sometimes... where the keepers of my soul and free spirit await my arrival, to reward me for keeping alive my curiosity and quest, and for my willing nature to continue to wander to the edge or beyond (into the forest), to refresh and reawaken my eros heart. How hungry I get in the moments inbetween, the mundane realities where responsibilities rule my time, but rob my desire to bask in the awe that she might beckon me to... out there!