so, all of a sudden i have a ton of new visitors to the site...within the last week particularly...where is everyone coming from??...not that i mind in the least...but it just makes me curious where this recent influx is coming from...no matter, the more the merrier...plenty of room on the bed for everyone!!
cg
Sunday, April 27, 2008
soldier boy
wants to have a quick "fling" before deployment...he has very very strong feelings for me...as good as it could be...dont know if that would be the right thing to do...he wants to start something serious when he returns in another year...oh boy...will have to think about this one...
cg
cg
save a little for me
just a little bit of skin...a little bit of tongue...a little something stiff...and a little something soft...a little something wet...a little something rough....
just a little time to whisper...a little bit of foreplay...and then a little more...and more again...
just a little breath to catch...a little time to waste...a little time to save....
just a little bit of sunlight on your beautiful skin...a little bit of shadow as the leaves move over your body...a little bit of my lips upon your lips...
i remember that day beneath the trees...the grass thick and lush beneath our entwined bodies...the sun warm....the breeze cool....the wreath of flowers we made...that crowned my head...
the way you held my hand and guided it to your swollen cock...that smile of wonder and joy as i slid my fingers around...up...and down...
the way you teased my nipples and made them feel heavy and full...i can still see them glistening dark red in the sunlight...
it was the slowest fuck...seductive and heady...i came in your mouth first...then around your cock...and again...
just a little bit of your tongue deep inside me...licking me so lovingly...a little bit of the scent lingered on your lips when you kissed me...
just a little bit of cock to fill my mouth...and a little bit of writhing beneath my fingers and tongue...
the birds sang as we came...and we laughed...such a joyful, satisfied laugh...and together we lay underneath that canopy of branches, leaves, and flowers...
no words of love...we needed none...just this communion of bodies...
just a little bit of perfect lovemaking one summer day...
cg
just a little time to whisper...a little bit of foreplay...and then a little more...and more again...
just a little breath to catch...a little time to waste...a little time to save....
just a little bit of sunlight on your beautiful skin...a little bit of shadow as the leaves move over your body...a little bit of my lips upon your lips...
i remember that day beneath the trees...the grass thick and lush beneath our entwined bodies...the sun warm....the breeze cool....the wreath of flowers we made...that crowned my head...
the way you held my hand and guided it to your swollen cock...that smile of wonder and joy as i slid my fingers around...up...and down...
the way you teased my nipples and made them feel heavy and full...i can still see them glistening dark red in the sunlight...
it was the slowest fuck...seductive and heady...i came in your mouth first...then around your cock...and again...
just a little bit of your tongue deep inside me...licking me so lovingly...a little bit of the scent lingered on your lips when you kissed me...
just a little bit of cock to fill my mouth...and a little bit of writhing beneath my fingers and tongue...
the birds sang as we came...and we laughed...such a joyful, satisfied laugh...and together we lay underneath that canopy of branches, leaves, and flowers...
no words of love...we needed none...just this communion of bodies...
just a little bit of perfect lovemaking one summer day...
cg
Thursday, April 24, 2008
dork's fantastic fuck
dateable dork has a fabulous post up called "fantastic fuck" or rather what defines a fantastic fuck...go now and read her qualifications for a fantastic fuck...you wont be disappointed...
oh, and tell that i sent ya over there because you heard she needs a fantastic fuck...lol...
hee hee hee
cg
oh, and tell that i sent ya over there because you heard she needs a fantastic fuck...lol...
hee hee hee
cg
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
fall from grace
i fell
and
you didnt catch me
in the fields where those sunflowers grew
so tall
the grass
was
so soft and verdant
i closed my eyes and dreamed of colors
so bright
the sun
felt
like liquid honey
closing over me rich and gentle
so warm
the cold
wind
brushed my arms and face
i reached out for you and found nothing
so lost
i stood
up
and fell down again
why werent you there to catch my fall
so dark
i lay
down
and wondered about
those tall sunflowers that you once picked
for me.
cg
and
you didnt catch me
in the fields where those sunflowers grew
so tall
the grass
was
so soft and verdant
i closed my eyes and dreamed of colors
so bright
the sun
felt
like liquid honey
closing over me rich and gentle
so warm
the cold
wind
brushed my arms and face
i reached out for you and found nothing
so lost
i stood
up
and fell down again
why werent you there to catch my fall
so dark
i lay
down
and wondered about
those tall sunflowers that you once picked
for me.
cg
Sunday, April 20, 2008
the end is near.
just a couple more weeks to go...the end of the semester is near!...if i squint my eyes i can barely make out the little trumpet that will sing its joyful song on may 9th (my last final - yes, i know it's a saturday)....
cg
cg
ponderous
that you would love me hereafter
despite the broken words and mangled dreams
i never promised
the false smile of my joy that i cannot feel
that i would want you hereafter
despite your desperate please
you always promised
the honest agony of your heart that i cannot feel
i despise you more than words
worthless and emasculated i leave you
i never promised
the empty vessel of my heart that i cannot feel
cg
despite the broken words and mangled dreams
i never promised
the false smile of my joy that i cannot feel
that i would want you hereafter
despite your desperate please
you always promised
the honest agony of your heart that i cannot feel
i despise you more than words
worthless and emasculated i leave you
i never promised
the empty vessel of my heart that i cannot feel
cg
let me count the ways
let me count the ways how i do love thee...that is a twist of the famous words by emily dickinson (note: those words are actually taken from a song i once sang many years ago by norman dello joio)
this song has been in my head a lot lately...if you have never heard this version it is very beautiful and has a jazzy, soulful quality to it (it was written in 1954)...trying to find this version online in some audio format has proven quite challenging as there are a TON of musicians that have set this poem to music)
what is it about music that has always held me in thrall?...clear, pure, simple melodies darkened by full, rich harmonies bring my ears to orgasm every time...for years i sang....classical music in so many different languages (i never did like singing in french)...how do you tell a person that the hours a day you would practice your vocalises and music were the most blissful times...at that time in my life...if i had to choose between sex and music...sorry, but music would win hands down...
there was a surging power that would flow from within me to the outside world...i didnt do it for anyone but myself..in fact, performances, as exciting as they were, made me intensely nervous...the rush was amazing...i felt as if i were absorbing the energy from around me...everyone contributed to my music-making this way...
part of studying voice is the constant stretching and toning of your abilities...years of no practice have left my voice miles away from where it used to be...it is decent enough and passable for singing along with the radio but i am unable to sustain a line or to extend to my previous vocal range...
and yet...after a few minutes of concentrated vocal exercises my voice begins to warm...the body remembers how to breathe again....my range slowly extends into the upper register...what had sounded thin and unsupported minutes ago, now begins to sound full and controlled....
i miss it....words cannot express how much...for so long it was more than a part of me...it was me...i was the voice at all hours of the day and night...humming, singing, testing, stretching...to not have it there in my life at all...that passion is missing....dont get me wrong...i have many passions...but this was one of my first true passions...
like anything in life, if you want to truly pursue something you must make a full commitment and incorporate it into your life...i dont necessarily desire to spend literally hours a day singing, but i would like to be able to sing mozart's requiem, dello joio's "how do i love thee" and so many others without wonder and worry over every single note...
i want to feel that rush as the air moves through me...lifting the music out of me...i want to be like the tree i can see right now outside of my window...the branches and leaves moving gracefully by the force and strength of the breeze...i want to be the song again....
cg
this song has been in my head a lot lately...if you have never heard this version it is very beautiful and has a jazzy, soulful quality to it (it was written in 1954)...trying to find this version online in some audio format has proven quite challenging as there are a TON of musicians that have set this poem to music)
what is it about music that has always held me in thrall?...clear, pure, simple melodies darkened by full, rich harmonies bring my ears to orgasm every time...for years i sang....classical music in so many different languages (i never did like singing in french)...how do you tell a person that the hours a day you would practice your vocalises and music were the most blissful times...at that time in my life...if i had to choose between sex and music...sorry, but music would win hands down...
there was a surging power that would flow from within me to the outside world...i didnt do it for anyone but myself..in fact, performances, as exciting as they were, made me intensely nervous...the rush was amazing...i felt as if i were absorbing the energy from around me...everyone contributed to my music-making this way...
part of studying voice is the constant stretching and toning of your abilities...years of no practice have left my voice miles away from where it used to be...it is decent enough and passable for singing along with the radio but i am unable to sustain a line or to extend to my previous vocal range...
and yet...after a few minutes of concentrated vocal exercises my voice begins to warm...the body remembers how to breathe again....my range slowly extends into the upper register...what had sounded thin and unsupported minutes ago, now begins to sound full and controlled....
i miss it....words cannot express how much...for so long it was more than a part of me...it was me...i was the voice at all hours of the day and night...humming, singing, testing, stretching...to not have it there in my life at all...that passion is missing....dont get me wrong...i have many passions...but this was one of my first true passions...
like anything in life, if you want to truly pursue something you must make a full commitment and incorporate it into your life...i dont necessarily desire to spend literally hours a day singing, but i would like to be able to sing mozart's requiem, dello joio's "how do i love thee" and so many others without wonder and worry over every single note...
i want to feel that rush as the air moves through me...lifting the music out of me...i want to be like the tree i can see right now outside of my window...the branches and leaves moving gracefully by the force and strength of the breeze...i want to be the song again....
cg
Friday, April 18, 2008
ever wondered...
how many condoms can be piled on at once?...well, myscienceproject.org has the answer...see, this is what happens when you google jell-o shots because you want to find more flavors (they did have some neat experiments with that)...
cg
cg
fuck...that's hot
if you haven't made your way over to Z's blog...get there now...she has a wonderful post up about reasons for sex...and it is so well-written (like everything she writes!) that i cringe when i think of the silly words splattered over my own blog lol...seriously, this one sentence is amazing:
"Perhaps I want to bind your thought processes to mine with my body, kidnap
your mind with my cunt, borrow your affection with the swing of my hips,
seduce your synapses with a soft tit in your hand, keep you in my thrall
with my sleeping bare skin next to yours?"
damn....that's good...seriously good...i wanna be her when i grow up...
cg
where are you ...
when i'm horny as fuck and i cant sleep....no sweet cuddles afterward, no "pillow talk"...just fuck me then let me sleep...
cg
cg
Thursday, April 17, 2008
stimulus package
where is my damn stimulus package already??...i got a notice from the government stating very clearly that it would be here soon...i am already aroused and i simply cannot wait to unwrap my "stimulus" package...
i imagine a dark-haired, dark-eyed package...wrapped in a big red bow...yes, that thought is very stimulating indeed....sexy, intelligent, with that slow, knowing smile...
oh, and the part the i get to unwrap...a nice thick cock...hard and absolutely fuckable...
mmm...i can feel parts of me getting wet and swollen...imagining my stimulus package arriving at my door and ready for a long, kinky romp...ooh...i wonder if he will come with his own toys...
cg
i imagine a dark-haired, dark-eyed package...wrapped in a big red bow...yes, that thought is very stimulating indeed....sexy, intelligent, with that slow, knowing smile...
oh, and the part the i get to unwrap...a nice thick cock...hard and absolutely fuckable...
mmm...i can feel parts of me getting wet and swollen...imagining my stimulus package arriving at my door and ready for a long, kinky romp...ooh...i wonder if he will come with his own toys...
cg
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
a new meme
marcello was tagged with a new meme and invited anyone to steal it - so i did!...it is a lot of fun and i would LOVE for as many of you to do this as possible...
1. You must include this link to Sex Talk - Sex Advice for Men.
2. You must answer every question! If you don’t have a good answer, you are strongly encouraged to make up something good; we like to be entertained.
3. You must tag three people.
Here Goes:
1. Sex in the Morning or Sex at Night? night sex for going to sleep….morning sex to wake me up…
2. Better Sex Music - Sade or Marvin Gaye? um…neither really….music is good for lots of making out…but for sex?...no one song lasts that long…so when the song changes you lose that ambience…like there should be a sex-pause in between the songs…or if you put it on repeat it just feels wrong…ambient music could possibly work…
3. Naughty Pics or Naughty Home Videos? hell, i will look at anyone’s naughty pics or vids…lol…for myself?...i have been known to do a few risqué pics…my exhibitionist streak doesn’t run in the visual permanence field…
4. Fabulous Sex With: Dr Doug Ross or Dr Greg House? house…hello??...have you seen the man??
5. Vibrator or Dildo? dildo…vibrators tickle too much lol
6. Bedroom Sex: Lights Off or Lights On? depends…daylight is one thing…no bright lights…kind of a mood dampener…candlelight is nice though…
7. Word Preference: Pussy or Cunt? okay…i have a TERRIBLE potty mouth…i use both words…neither really bothers me…although i have known men who do not like the word “cunt”....
8. Spanking Over the Knee or Spanking Only During Sex? the only spanking going on are the ones i get to administer…lol…so bend over, baby!...
9. More Exciting: Sex in an Elevator or Sex in an Aeroplane? elevator…hands down…er…or up…
10. Ron Jeremy or Peter North? North…have you seen him in action??
11. Word Preference? Cock or dick? again…i don’t discriminate with words…both are great….but cock really seems to make guys go crazy…anyone wanna fill me in on that one?
12. Linda Lovelace or Jenna Jameson? jameson BEFORE all the trauma to herself..she was so effin’ hot before she mangled herself…recent pics show she is trying to get her sexy back tho…
13. Rope Bondage or Bondage Tape rope…but again for me to use on someone else…what did you say?...that was too tight?...hmmm…if you can complain then it isn’t tight enough!...
14. Give Rim Job or Receive Anal Sex? not so much a rim job fan (giving or receiving)…call it a mental block…anal sex…depends on the person giving it!...
15. Get Rich Stripping in a Skanky Bar or Get Rich as a Call Girl for Celebs? no brainer…call girl…and why in the hell would anyone think you would get rich as a stripper in a skanky bar??...
16. Which Threesome - Boy/Girl/Girl or Boy/Boy/Girl? either actually…there can be something so incredibly erotic about the whole MMF…
17. Flavoured Oil or Tingling Oil? not flavored…yeck…my tongue is curling away in distaste…
18. Pearl Necklace or Swallow? never been keen on having someone ejaculate on my face/neck….swallowing on the other hand…
19. Sex While Strangers Watch or Sex With a Stranger? sex with a stranger sounds really hot…not sure if i would ever be brave enough to do that…
20. Tied to the Bed or to a St Andrew’s Cross? to the bed…i have been tied and i have done the tying….the cross thing is amazing to watch/see…but not for me…
i could tag some of you...but i just did that not too long ago ( i tag all of you!)...so whoever reads this, feel free to do this and just link back here (and to the site it says to)
curiously awaiting your Q & A,
cg
1. You must include this link to Sex Talk - Sex Advice for Men.
2. You must answer every question! If you don’t have a good answer, you are strongly encouraged to make up something good; we like to be entertained.
3. You must tag three people.
Here Goes:
1. Sex in the Morning or Sex at Night? night sex for going to sleep….morning sex to wake me up…
2. Better Sex Music - Sade or Marvin Gaye? um…neither really….music is good for lots of making out…but for sex?...no one song lasts that long…so when the song changes you lose that ambience…like there should be a sex-pause in between the songs…or if you put it on repeat it just feels wrong…ambient music could possibly work…
3. Naughty Pics or Naughty Home Videos? hell, i will look at anyone’s naughty pics or vids…lol…for myself?...i have been known to do a few risqué pics…my exhibitionist streak doesn’t run in the visual permanence field…
4. Fabulous Sex With: Dr Doug Ross or Dr Greg House? house…hello??...have you seen the man??
5. Vibrator or Dildo? dildo…vibrators tickle too much lol
6. Bedroom Sex: Lights Off or Lights On? depends…daylight is one thing…no bright lights…kind of a mood dampener…candlelight is nice though…
7. Word Preference: Pussy or Cunt? okay…i have a TERRIBLE potty mouth…i use both words…neither really bothers me…although i have known men who do not like the word “cunt”....
8. Spanking Over the Knee or Spanking Only During Sex? the only spanking going on are the ones i get to administer…lol…so bend over, baby!...
9. More Exciting: Sex in an Elevator or Sex in an Aeroplane? elevator…hands down…er…or up…
10. Ron Jeremy or Peter North? North…have you seen him in action??
11. Word Preference? Cock or dick? again…i don’t discriminate with words…both are great….but cock really seems to make guys go crazy…anyone wanna fill me in on that one?
12. Linda Lovelace or Jenna Jameson? jameson BEFORE all the trauma to herself..she was so effin’ hot before she mangled herself…recent pics show she is trying to get her sexy back tho…
13. Rope Bondage or Bondage Tape rope…but again for me to use on someone else…what did you say?...that was too tight?...hmmm…if you can complain then it isn’t tight enough!...
14. Give Rim Job or Receive Anal Sex? not so much a rim job fan (giving or receiving)…call it a mental block…anal sex…depends on the person giving it!...
15. Get Rich Stripping in a Skanky Bar or Get Rich as a Call Girl for Celebs? no brainer…call girl…and why in the hell would anyone think you would get rich as a stripper in a skanky bar??...
16. Which Threesome - Boy/Girl/Girl or Boy/Boy/Girl? either actually…there can be something so incredibly erotic about the whole MMF…
17. Flavoured Oil or Tingling Oil? not flavored…yeck…my tongue is curling away in distaste…
18. Pearl Necklace or Swallow? never been keen on having someone ejaculate on my face/neck….swallowing on the other hand…
19. Sex While Strangers Watch or Sex With a Stranger? sex with a stranger sounds really hot…not sure if i would ever be brave enough to do that…
20. Tied to the Bed or to a St Andrew’s Cross? to the bed…i have been tied and i have done the tying….the cross thing is amazing to watch/see…but not for me…
i could tag some of you...but i just did that not too long ago ( i tag all of you!)...so whoever reads this, feel free to do this and just link back here (and to the site it says to)
curiously awaiting your Q & A,
cg
Sunday, April 13, 2008
if i could...
i would whisper in your ear whilst my fingers fondled that turgid bit of flesh between your legs...
in a glass elevator...
would you let me or would you tell me to wait...
cg
in a glass elevator...
would you let me or would you tell me to wait...
cg
Saturday, April 12, 2008
ache
it hurts,
that i cannot be
what you want -
what you need-
i didnt lie when i said
those words
but they have so
many
meanings.
it hurts,
that i cannot be
what i want -
what i need -
i hang my head
the things
i did to you
many things.
will i forever suffer
the sins of
my past?
will i ever regain
the joy of
my youth?
it hurts,
the things i said
the things i did
to you
to me -
foolish you were
to love
me
foolish i was
to let
you.
cg
that i cannot be
what you want -
what you need-
i didnt lie when i said
those words
but they have so
many
meanings.
it hurts,
that i cannot be
what i want -
what i need -
i hang my head
the things
i did to you
many things.
will i forever suffer
the sins of
my past?
will i ever regain
the joy of
my youth?
it hurts,
the things i said
the things i did
to you
to me -
foolish you were
to love
me
foolish i was
to let
you.
cg
Friday, April 11, 2008
stressed and horny as fuck
end of semester approaches like a scythe...i have to pick up the pace or else get cut with the end of term...papers, projects, labs...i am too old for this shit...why did i wait so long to go back, bleh...
i dont see the point and i KNOW that it will not affect the "real-life"...and therein lies my dilemma...these instructors know what is expected in the real world and yet they are setting up these kids for failure by telling them that these things will be there...and they wont...why tell a student "i dont really care about your grammar or spelling, just do the assignment"...what kind of message are we sending the young people in school...these young people will one day be in positions of leadership...and they dont have a damn clue what that entails...
we have moved too far away from a world of individual responsibility to the ridiculously over-used "accountability"...all that means is "find a way to CYA (cover your ass)"...we are losing the individualization that has made us so great...
we welcome words like "unity"..."team"..."group"..."community"...and that scares me...
while i welcome a strong feeling of togetherness, i am leery of things that drive with such force towards "sameness"...we are not the same...we are all different and we must embrace those things that make us who we are...some of us may celebrate those differences...some of us may keep them beneath the radar...and some of us lose that part and become simply one of many...
fuck...i am stressed...my knee aches...i am horny...tired...fuck...i need a drink and sex...right now..in that order...
cg
i dont see the point and i KNOW that it will not affect the "real-life"...and therein lies my dilemma...these instructors know what is expected in the real world and yet they are setting up these kids for failure by telling them that these things will be there...and they wont...why tell a student "i dont really care about your grammar or spelling, just do the assignment"...what kind of message are we sending the young people in school...these young people will one day be in positions of leadership...and they dont have a damn clue what that entails...
we have moved too far away from a world of individual responsibility to the ridiculously over-used "accountability"...all that means is "find a way to CYA (cover your ass)"...we are losing the individualization that has made us so great...
we welcome words like "unity"..."team"..."group"..."community"...and that scares me...
while i welcome a strong feeling of togetherness, i am leery of things that drive with such force towards "sameness"...we are not the same...we are all different and we must embrace those things that make us who we are...some of us may celebrate those differences...some of us may keep them beneath the radar...and some of us lose that part and become simply one of many...
fuck...i am stressed...my knee aches...i am horny...tired...fuck...i need a drink and sex...right now..in that order...
cg
Wednesday, April 9, 2008
luck?
do things happen for a reason?...is there such a thing as luck or a charmed life of sorts?...perfection is in the attainment...not the product...i consider myself lucky and yet instead of appreciating it i have come to depend on it...i routinely engage myself in situations that push me to the limits of my abilities...deliberately...in the back of my mind every instance is a test...will i make it out this time?....will everything fall into place the way the do every time?...
and yet...i love it...i love knowing that i am putting myself into situations that could cause a lot of trouble for myself...because a part of me never doubts that i will find some creative way out...i do not like to do things because others do them...it irks me to oblige others simply because it is expected...what?...you say the sky is blue?...i will never admit it...
there is no greater high than stripping away all the boundaries and seeing the flood rise and lick at my feet...because only then can i do what i do best...move fast and think hard...and know that in that moment's decision...the right one was made...for me...
i deliberately present myself in situations that could have been avoided...and i know it...and yet i cannot help it...i am drawn to it...oddly enough...it never involves anyone else...i create dramatic situations for myself that no one fully understands or realizes....and if they did i dont think that i would really care...because it isnt about them....or the situation...it is about testing and challenging myself to race against time and the elements by using only my wits...
so what happens when time runs out...
cg
and yet...i love it...i love knowing that i am putting myself into situations that could cause a lot of trouble for myself...because a part of me never doubts that i will find some creative way out...i do not like to do things because others do them...it irks me to oblige others simply because it is expected...what?...you say the sky is blue?...i will never admit it...
there is no greater high than stripping away all the boundaries and seeing the flood rise and lick at my feet...because only then can i do what i do best...move fast and think hard...and know that in that moment's decision...the right one was made...for me...
i deliberately present myself in situations that could have been avoided...and i know it...and yet i cannot help it...i am drawn to it...oddly enough...it never involves anyone else...i create dramatic situations for myself that no one fully understands or realizes....and if they did i dont think that i would really care...because it isnt about them....or the situation...it is about testing and challenging myself to race against time and the elements by using only my wits...
so what happens when time runs out...
cg
lazy afternoon
before i have to leave...you smile...come here, you say to me in the sexy voice i can never seem to resist...instantly i am wet...the throbbing below calling out for release...you pull the cover off your lap and stroke yourself slowly...your smiling eyes never leaving my face...i move across the room and take your cock in my hands and marvel at the sheer beauty of it...thick, long and deliciously warm...your hands caress me face...your words sending shivers all over...
the scent of your maleness pervades my senses...the sight of that tiny beaded moisture emerging from your cock's slit makes my mouth water...my tongue lifts it into my mouth and i taste you...familiar and warm...i squeeze harder with my hands and feel your intake of breath...i love to arouse you...hear you moan in pleasure...
my tongue traces under the little cap of flesh that crowns your cock...feeling you shiver and shudder under my gentle ministrations...my fingers flex around the thick staff...i take you into my mouth
you push against my mouth...wanting to feel as much of your cock inside it...licking, sucking, tasting...i am dizzy and wet with arousal...your fingers part my dripping wet flesh...deep into my pussy you slide your fingers...until i cannot take it anymore...
i push you back onto the bed...my legs shift over your body...your stiff cock slides up inside me...my hips move...our bodies are moist and connected in a fluid dance of motion and emotion...pure energy flows between us...we are raw and open...thinking only of the colors of pleasure and the sounds of fucking...
i care not for your pleasure at this point...it is mine...your cock is mine...mine to fuck...mine to hold deep within my wet folds...i concentrate only on my own release...never realizing that this is your desire as well...i feel you cum yet i am not ready to let go...i move faster...your sensitive cock still inside until i cry out and feel the warmth from within melt around your cock and down between our joined bodies...
we kiss and you say i have to take another shower...
before i have to leave...you smile...and i wonder how long until our next encounter...
cg
the scent of your maleness pervades my senses...the sight of that tiny beaded moisture emerging from your cock's slit makes my mouth water...my tongue lifts it into my mouth and i taste you...familiar and warm...i squeeze harder with my hands and feel your intake of breath...i love to arouse you...hear you moan in pleasure...
my tongue traces under the little cap of flesh that crowns your cock...feeling you shiver and shudder under my gentle ministrations...my fingers flex around the thick staff...i take you into my mouth
you push against my mouth...wanting to feel as much of your cock inside it...licking, sucking, tasting...i am dizzy and wet with arousal...your fingers part my dripping wet flesh...deep into my pussy you slide your fingers...until i cannot take it anymore...
i push you back onto the bed...my legs shift over your body...your stiff cock slides up inside me...my hips move...our bodies are moist and connected in a fluid dance of motion and emotion...pure energy flows between us...we are raw and open...thinking only of the colors of pleasure and the sounds of fucking...
i care not for your pleasure at this point...it is mine...your cock is mine...mine to fuck...mine to hold deep within my wet folds...i concentrate only on my own release...never realizing that this is your desire as well...i feel you cum yet i am not ready to let go...i move faster...your sensitive cock still inside until i cry out and feel the warmth from within melt around your cock and down between our joined bodies...
we kiss and you say i have to take another shower...
before i have to leave...you smile...and i wonder how long until our next encounter...
cg
Tuesday, April 8, 2008
Monday, April 7, 2008
just another manic monday
you know that crazy ass hung over feeling that permeates throughout your entire being...and emanates from you like a bad odor...er...wait..that didnt come out right...anyhow...although there was a bit of inebriation occurring...it wasnt the sole reason for such a crazy weekend ... yes... FWB and i had a nice evening last night...*stretches lazily*...
sat night seemed to last forever...wait...it did last forever...anytime you mix drinking, bars, men, and women...things are bound to get interesting...
it all began relatively innocent enough...girls night out, but just dinner and a couple of drinks...by 10pm and no dinner, i knew it was going to be a late one...dinner ended up being at a local bar we dont usually visit on the weekends...but wow..what a friggin' sausage fest...i think there must have been a 20 to 1 ratio in the damn place...and the men were like flies on shit...after listening to some less than entertaining music we ditch the place to go to Our Bar...ah...nothing like a dive where the bartender hands you a beer as you walk in...
actually...as we were getting ready to leave Bar 1, Alabama walks up..."aww, you two purdy ladies leavin' suh soon?"...yeah...we're leaving..."aww, hell, and here ah wuz gettin' reddy to ask ya'll if ya wanted a drink"...Silly Girl says "oh hey, follow us here"...what are you, brain dead??...
here comes Alabama with 'Bama and 'Bama 2...oh boy...redneck central...fast forward to OB where drunken brawl ensues....i get stepped on, knocked in the damn tit, and shoved one too many times...oh i was livid...the two friggin' morons trying to hold a damn pissing contest on my squished body (how could they see me when they are well over six feet tall??)...so here comes 'Bama and 'Bama 2 to break up the fight...
flying fuck if the two idiots didnt stomp all over me as well...i am trying to close my tab, thank you very much!...with as much strength as i can muster i shove someone, at this point i was too drunk to really care who it was so long as i had some freakin room to stand and close my tab...i yelled for john the bartender and he flew over the bar....um..yeah...allow me point out that bartender is not much taller than i am...but there he flew...all three rednecks were now caught up in the fray and my girlfriends were standing by looking very disgusted with the whole thing...
fight ends...i am pissed...and hungry...remember...i hadnt really eaten much dinner...our kind rednecks offer to buy us dinner...what the hell...off we go to dinner....where 'Bama 2 proceeds to fall asleep on the table...then eats in the most disgusting manner known to mankind...*retches*...
why on earth we followed these guys to their apt is beyond me...chalk it up to too much drinking and too many hours this semester...only one guy stays awake and tries to corner every female...yeah...uh no thanks...holy shit...its five in the morning...and for some reason...it feels like a wasted night..hmmm...i wonder WHY???
thankfully, FWB called last night....*sighs*...so everything is better...except i still feel hungover...i am getting too old for this shit...
(this has to be my worst post yet)
cg
sat night seemed to last forever...wait...it did last forever...anytime you mix drinking, bars, men, and women...things are bound to get interesting...
it all began relatively innocent enough...girls night out, but just dinner and a couple of drinks...by 10pm and no dinner, i knew it was going to be a late one...dinner ended up being at a local bar we dont usually visit on the weekends...but wow..what a friggin' sausage fest...i think there must have been a 20 to 1 ratio in the damn place...and the men were like flies on shit...after listening to some less than entertaining music we ditch the place to go to Our Bar...ah...nothing like a dive where the bartender hands you a beer as you walk in...
actually...as we were getting ready to leave Bar 1, Alabama walks up..."aww, you two purdy ladies leavin' suh soon?"...yeah...we're leaving..."aww, hell, and here ah wuz gettin' reddy to ask ya'll if ya wanted a drink"...Silly Girl says "oh hey, follow us here"...what are you, brain dead??...
here comes Alabama with 'Bama and 'Bama 2...oh boy...redneck central...fast forward to OB where drunken brawl ensues....i get stepped on, knocked in the damn tit, and shoved one too many times...oh i was livid...the two friggin' morons trying to hold a damn pissing contest on my squished body (how could they see me when they are well over six feet tall??)...so here comes 'Bama and 'Bama 2 to break up the fight...
flying fuck if the two idiots didnt stomp all over me as well...i am trying to close my tab, thank you very much!...with as much strength as i can muster i shove someone, at this point i was too drunk to really care who it was so long as i had some freakin room to stand and close my tab...i yelled for john the bartender and he flew over the bar....um..yeah...allow me point out that bartender is not much taller than i am...but there he flew...all three rednecks were now caught up in the fray and my girlfriends were standing by looking very disgusted with the whole thing...
fight ends...i am pissed...and hungry...remember...i hadnt really eaten much dinner...our kind rednecks offer to buy us dinner...what the hell...off we go to dinner....where 'Bama 2 proceeds to fall asleep on the table...then eats in the most disgusting manner known to mankind...*retches*...
why on earth we followed these guys to their apt is beyond me...chalk it up to too much drinking and too many hours this semester...only one guy stays awake and tries to corner every female...yeah...uh no thanks...holy shit...its five in the morning...and for some reason...it feels like a wasted night..hmmm...i wonder WHY???
thankfully, FWB called last night....*sighs*...so everything is better...except i still feel hungover...i am getting too old for this shit...
(this has to be my worst post yet)
cg
Friday, April 4, 2008
sexual healing
the best thing about bi-guy friends is that they are always ready for some casual interludes of a sexual persuasion...they will never ask to call you later...they wont whine when you roll over and say...gee, that was great...gotta run, catch ya later!...and yet, they are the greatest friends ever...it's like having a girlfriend...except with a penis and they will let you play with it without question!...
i have mentioned BG before briefly...curious, yet hasnt realized that curiosity...he's waiting for the right moment...fuck, i said to him, you sound like a friggin' teenage girl who wants her first time to be PERFECT...he just giggles and says, you think so?...lol...he is adorable...too funny...
and oh, wow, does he get animated when he cums...his orgasms are total body encompassing releases...he becomes a writhing, whimpering, moaning, clenching mess...how fun is that??
something tells this curious girl that i will be getting an experience of that this weekend...;)
cg
i have mentioned BG before briefly...curious, yet hasnt realized that curiosity...he's waiting for the right moment...fuck, i said to him, you sound like a friggin' teenage girl who wants her first time to be PERFECT...he just giggles and says, you think so?...lol...he is adorable...too funny...
and oh, wow, does he get animated when he cums...his orgasms are total body encompassing releases...he becomes a writhing, whimpering, moaning, clenching mess...how fun is that??
something tells this curious girl that i will be getting an experience of that this weekend...;)
cg
Tuesday, April 1, 2008
a game of tag
it appears i have been tagged, ladies and gentlemen...by none other than the lovely academic hooker herself...my six words...
thoughtful...curious...demanding...cautious...random...woman...
so who gets tagged next?... friggin' a, like i can find five people that wont find this annoying...
comfydildo and her rubber duckie panties ;)
the sexy mr percy
the HOT HOT HOT cheri and her many frogs
the delightful TBK
well, that looks like that is it....my list is short but very sweet...
(and, yes, those are my lips)
cg
april fool's shenanigan's
i am utterly disappointed in myself...i usually enjoy the occasional april fool's day prank...let's see...in past years...my sister got pregnant through a sexual encounter with an ex while she was with a different guy (oddly enough, everyone bought that one...we played this one out all day long...lol)...another year i got married to someone i met the night before (again this played out all day long)...another time i was supposed to pick up my sister at the airport...but i called my mother and said her suitcase was there but my sister was no where to be found....lol...that was a good one...i know there are more but i cant think of them...all this friggin heat has fried my brain...
what i enjoy about this day is the fact that i view it as a snub to all the other pointless "holidays" of the year...we live in a society that elevates everyone to "special" and "unique"...we have the ability to make an icon of ourselves through customized this and personalized that...we have done a disservice to today's youth as they encounter the realities of the world and they dont get that gold star...what??...you mean we dont all get ribbons for honorable mention??...
today we get to make fun of those people...you dingbats of the world who spread peace and love and joy in the little special part of the world where everyone is precious and gifted with intelligence, grace, and beauty...today is for all you losers who believe that if you tell me that i hurt your feelings because i wasnt allowing you to emote yourself...that i give a flying fuck...because i dont...did i make you cry?...no?...come back and let me try again ....muahahahaha...
so, happy april fool's...may you laugh at the expense of others...all day long...
i am so happy...i think i might cry...no, no...i was wrong...
cg
what i enjoy about this day is the fact that i view it as a snub to all the other pointless "holidays" of the year...we live in a society that elevates everyone to "special" and "unique"...we have the ability to make an icon of ourselves through customized this and personalized that...we have done a disservice to today's youth as they encounter the realities of the world and they dont get that gold star...what??...you mean we dont all get ribbons for honorable mention??...
today we get to make fun of those people...you dingbats of the world who spread peace and love and joy in the little special part of the world where everyone is precious and gifted with intelligence, grace, and beauty...today is for all you losers who believe that if you tell me that i hurt your feelings because i wasnt allowing you to emote yourself...that i give a flying fuck...because i dont...did i make you cry?...no?...come back and let me try again ....muahahahaha...
so, happy april fool's...may you laugh at the expense of others...all day long...
i am so happy...i think i might cry...no, no...i was wrong...
cg
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