Thursday, October 13, 2005

Tales Of Tease - Volume 3

Disclaimer! Please Read!! This blog will contain things that are not exactly suitable for all, and will be a little sexually graphic in nature. Hell, it will also be VERY long, and is a testament to how low my mind can go. If you DO NOT like sexual fantasies, and you especially don’t like ones that might be a little over the top, then crying to Yahell, your friends, me, or your mommy, will not overcome the fact that you are an idiot for reading past here. Thank You … signed The Madman Behind the Big Curtain!

Being, longing, breathing, I see you in the visions as they are just spreading around me as I wake. I am lost in the many sensations that you have allowed me though my dreams, and I am grateful for that. The burning desire of unfulfilled passions, clouds my every judgment, yet the touch of that soft skin, invigorates me to take on the day. Passionately I kiss you, and stroke every inch of you, as our hips always grinding to find the inner most passion. The scent of sweat fills my nose, and I am giddy with lust, as you are indeed the sweetest smell I will ever know. The only imagination is in the eyes as they stare into my soul, and I am alive again with yet another flurry of passionate kisses, so sloppy as they barely reach lips. My mouth is bathing you, and your entire face is washed from my passion. I have already been inside you for what seems like eternity, and I am not about to stop the thrusting, and life giving movements of our skin. My one hand on your cheek the other firmly clasped in yours above your head. Have we rolled around this bed a dozen times, or am I just dizzy with the passion of being at one with you. Feet tangled, bodies pressed. Desperation as I am welling, and so wanton in my need.

Your mouth pulls from mine ever so softly, ever so once in a while to whisper my name, and it makes my body tingle to hear the soft words Jeremy, that you enjoy me, that you are so willingly under me, and over me, and beside me, and would have if I allowed you, totally devoured me. The eyes, as they are still looking clean through me, and the legs as they are so impassionedly trying to pull me through you, and ever so much deeper into you. Your breath cascades across my neck, and I quiver with excitement, our knees fighting each other for dominance in the erotic engagement, and the only thing I see or hear or live is you, as my body so clamors down on you like my prey, my victim, my equal. The intoxicating symphony of moans has totally clouded out the rest of the world, and I am simply reliving the moment I first entered you, and never wanted to leave, and haven’t yet.

As your nails drag hard down my back, I find that I need ever so, to slow down the passion as my fear of losing this moment grows ever near, and I am back into the flow of US that keeps me just hovering away from that point of release. Your body has so freely released so often that, your breathing is almost faint beside the beautifully sweet moaning that so burns me. I still need to feel more of your release, or my mind will never allow me to be as free as the rest of my rumbling, now body so engages you. Again you bring your nails hard up my spine, and you are as totally out of control as a woman could ever be, and I am grateful to have you so free, so alive, so close. My body is in a quandary as my own release approaches again, so full, so fierce, so mind numbing that the clutch, and the grabbing, and the moving can do nothing but stop dead. We then fall together in a quivering heap, but again you whisper my name and I melt away into the arms of my goddess of dreams ;8o)