JOURNAL STORY: I REMEMBER OUR FIRST TIME

I reach down and take hold of your hand. My touch is firm and my hand is warm. I raise your hand to my lips and kiss the back of it lightly. My lips are warm and dry, and the kiss is soft and steady. I kiss the back of your hand again, close to the wrist. Your heart begins to pound as I turn your hand over and kiss your fingertips lightly. You feel your knees go weak as my lips float from your fingertips to the palm of your hand. I softly kiss the palm of your hand, letting my lips part slightly so that you can feel my warm, moist breath on your skin. Your hand wraps around my cheek while I kiss your palm.

My hands meet your hips and slowly slide around your back, pulling you softly to me. You press your body to mine as my hand glides up your back, fingertips softly sliding along your spine. My hand reaches your neck and then softly caresses your cheek, guiding your lips to mine. Your trembling lips meet mine, lightly, cautiously at first. Our kiss deepens and your body folds into mine, pressing hard against me while my arms pull you close.

Our kiss seems to last for hours, lips pressed firmly together, tongues lightly caressing each other. When we separate I look into your eyes and with a smile say, "I've been waiting so long for this my love." A smile passes your lips and you kiss me again, harder and deeper; your arms wrapped tightly around me, pulling me close. You feel one hand leave your back, and in some distant part of your mind you hear the door close; but you don't care.

Our kiss ends and our lips part and I guide you to the bed. All of the tension and nervousness you felt was burned out of you in that wonderful kiss. My hand reaches down and takes yours. You begin to smile as I kiss your lips and give you a soft smile. You lightly kiss my finger as I stroke your face tenderly. I slide my hand under your chin and lightly lift as you slowly stand up. My eyes are shinning brightly as I caress your cheek and guide your lips to mine again. We kiss softly and my hands slide down your back while your arms wrap around my shoulders. You move to press your body against mine, but I put my hands on your hips and hold you slightly away. My hands begin to caress your body along your sides, and thighs and hips. Our arms and lips the only parts touching each other. I feel your hands grasp at my back, soft clawing motions through my shirt; trying to pull me tightly against you, but letting me hold you slightly away.

My kisses move slowly away from your lips while my hands caress your sides and back. My lips move lightly along your cheek and I kiss your ear softly, letting my warm breath caress your skin between each kiss. I kiss down along your neck, while my hands move from your sides to lightly caress the side of your breasts through your dress. Your breathing grows faster as my hands slowly move to caress underneath your breasts in long sweeping motions. You feel my lips parting on your neck so you can feel the warm moisture of my mouth as I softly suck and nibble your sweet skin.

You slowly move your hips forward towards mine as my hands undo the buttons along the back of your dress. My lips find yours again as I slowly slide your dress from your shoulders. You lower your arms and let the dress slowly drop to the floor; the soft fabric sliding along your body in a long caress. I place my hands on your hips and lift you out of the discarded dress, placing you onto the bed and gently laying you on your back. My gaze follows your body as you lay on the large bed, breathing heavily in anticipation. Your hair is flowing across the bed and your lips are parted in anticipation. Your shoulders are softly rising and falling with your breath. Your breasts covered only by a white lace bra, your light nipples just showing through the cloth. Your hands rest on your stomach, framing your navel and causing my gaze to linger there. Your panties match the bra, a thin lace thong that rises high on your hips and clings tightly to your pubic mound. I can see a slight depression in the thong and I know that is what I desire more than anything, but I force myself to be patient for you. Your legs are covered in long silk stockings with a matching lace pattern at the top. They frame the curve and shape of your legs beautifully, making me desire you even more. I let my hands slide down the outside of your hips and along your legs as you release a sigh of desire. I slowly remove your shoes and let my hands caress your calves slowly. I run a finger along the bottom of one foot, your leg pulling back and a smile crossing your lips as I lightly tickle you.

You sit up and pull my face to yours, kissing me hard and deep. Your fingers quickly undo the buttons on my shirt while my hands glide along your back and shoulders. Our lips are briefly separated as you pull my shirt off, then our lips find each other again and press together as tightly as two lovers separated for an eternity. You let your fingers caress my chest, feeling the soft straight hair that grows there. Your tongue slides around mine while you hurriedly unbutton my pants and slide them off of me taking my shorts with them. I moan against your mouth as your hand caresses my hardness, softly sliding along the bottom of the shaft and lightly squeezing the head.

You stand up and push me back into a chair next to the bed. You give me a lusty smile and grab a pillow from the bed. You toss the pillow between my feet in front of me and pull your hair back as you lower your knees onto the pillow. You can see my body shudder in anticipation, my lips parted and my chest having with my breath. You slide one hand under my shaft and lightly grasp my balls, pulling them downward softly and holding them there giving them an occasional light squeeze. Your other hand slides slowly up and down my shaft, teasing and caressing it as I moan in pleasure. You see a small bead of precum form on the end of my shaft; and you lightly lick it off the slightly salty flavour teasing your tongue. My breath catches as you begin to softly kiss and suck the head of my shaft, your lips parting a little more each time to take more of it between your lips. Your hand begins to slide along my shaft in time with your lips. I feel you squeeze my balls as my shaft slides further into your mouth, your tongue making fast circles around the head each time it slides out.

"Oh My Darling!" I gasp between breaths and reach around your head to hold your hair back.

Your lips keep sliding down my shaft, taking almost all of it into your mouth. . You keep sucking harder and moving your lips up and down as you feel me try to keep from thrusting uncontrollably. I moan loudly as you give my balls a long hard squeeze and you taste my cum as it shoots into your mouth. You savour the sweet and salty flavour as you swallow, still sucking hard and sliding your mouth up and down my shaft in time to my uncontrollable thrusts. I'm moaning with each breath, muttering your name softly as I release into you. You continue to suck and lick long after I finish cumming, enjoying the flavour of my desire for you.

I reach down and pull your head up, bending over to kiss you hard. My tongue pushing deep into your mouth caressing and wrapping around yours in passionate desire. You kiss me hard back knowing that I am thanking you for the pleasure that you've given me with your mouth. I stand up pulling you with me as I kiss you long and hard, my body pressed against yours and my hands sliding along your back and pulling you hard against me. I put my hands around your waist and toss you onto the bed. You land softly with your hair spilling out behind you. I stand and look at your wonderful body as a slow smile crosses my lips. You lay on the bed, wearing just a white lace bra and panty set and a pair of silk stockings. I stand over you, my initial desire satiated but obviously wanting more. I kneel onto the bed and slowly crawl over you, my body just above yours. I kiss you deeply and press my body against yours, you can feel my shaft beginning to harden again through your lace thong and you press your hips up against mine. I let my lips caress yours and my tongue press deep into your mouth while your arms wrap around me and your hands lightly claw along my back.

I pull my lips from yours and softly kiss your chin. I slowly move my kisses down your chin and along your throat, gently sucking and nipping at your skin. I sit up on my knees and slowly slide my hands along your shoulders and neck. You take one of my hands and softly kiss my fingers, then slide one of them into your mouth and suck on it while sliding your tongue around in slow circles. You smile as I lightly groan and press my hard shaft against your moist panties.

I take my hand from your mouth and let my fingertips glide around the curve of your breasts. I lower myself and softly kiss between your breasts, while my hands caress the gently curve on the outside of your breasts. I softly kiss your breasts through your bra, so softly you can hardly feel it. I let my lips enjoy the feeling of the soft lace and the subtle resistance of the flesh behind it. I kiss around the areola of each breast, watching, as your nipples grow hard and strain against the lace of your bra. I trace my fingers along the edge of your bra, pulling it slightly away from your breasts then letting it fall back into place. You moan at the tease and push your hips against mine letting me know that you want more.

I slide my hands under your bra, cupping your breasts inside the lace. I slowly slide the bra down off of your breasts and let the lace gather underneath. I trace my fingers along the edge of your areola occasionally letting a finger caress your hard nipples. I softly lift you from the bed and slide one hand under your back. With a quick motion of my fingers the bra clasp is undone and I slowly slide the straps off your shoulders and along your arms.

I lean down and softly kiss your breasts with long lingering kisses, letting my lips open to lightly suck at the skin of your breasts. I slowly work my way toward the nipple of your breast, making circles that grow gradually smaller; moving back and forth between each breast. My hands caress first your breasts, then your sides and hips and back to your breasts. Softly caressing your skin with my fingertips. My lips finally reach your nipple, and as I suck, and lick and kiss one my hand is lightly squeezing and caressing the other. You hands grab the back of my head and guide my lips to your other nipple. I change hands and softly tease the first while my tongue makes small circles around the tip of the other.

You moan and press your hips hard against mine, my shaft pressing hard against your covered cunt. I can feel how wet you've become through the panties and my lips leave your breasts to kiss you deeply. I let the kiss linger as I press my body hard against yours. You can feel my shaft straining against the lace that covers your desire. I press hard against your panties for a moment more as you strain to get me into you even through the lace. I slowly pull away from you and a soft disappointed moan escapes from your lips. I smile softly at you and begin to kiss slowly down your chest, between your breasts and along your stomach. I linger a moment at your naval, letting my tongue make small circles around and inside it as your hands grasp my hair and try to hurry me.

My hands slide down your sides and onto your hips, pushing their way under the lace of your panties. I sit back and slowly slide the panties down your legs while pushing your legs together and up above your body. My hands slowly slide the panties along your thighs and past your calves. You can feel the moisture from the panties along your legs through the stockings as I slide them off of you. I hold your legs together above you with one hand while the other finally slides the panties all the way off. Still holding your legs I softly caress the back of your legs through the stockings. I stroke slowly along each calf, lightly along the back of your knee and gently along the back of your thighs. You take a shuddering breath as I let my finger lightly caress between your legs along your mound. I lower your legs and slowly push my hands up them, guiding them apart. I sit back and look at your beautiful mound, newly shaved and more desirable than anything I've ever seen. I slowly lean forward and make my way up your legs, kissing each of them quickly in my hurry to taste your sweet cunt.

You feel my lips softly kiss along your mound while my hands push your legs wide. Then I reach around to grab onto your hips. I kiss along the centre of your cunt and then softly kiss your clit as a shudder goes through your body. Your hands go to the back of my head, grabbing my hair and holding tight. You feel me shudder in anticipation as my tongue slides up along your sweet slit and you hear me moan as your taste hits my tongue. It's obvious that I've used all my patience when my tongue rapidly moves up and down your clit; one arm wrapped around your thigh to let my fingers rapidly massage your clit. You push my head hard down onto your cunt as your legs wrap around my head tightly. One hand pulls up fully exposing your clit while my tongue makes small quick circles around it; the other moves around and you feel my fingers slide along your wet slit.

I tightly squeeze my lips around your clit and begin to rhythmically suck while my tongue makes quick flicking motions across it. You feel my fingers push into you as deep as they can go; you push your hips against my hand while thrusting my face hard into your crotch, legs wrapping more tightly around my head. You can hear me moan in pleasure each time you force my head down, and your own moans are growing louder as the pleasure grows greater and greater. You thrust your hips hard against my face as you grow closer to cumming, my tongue moving faster around your clit. My fingers are sliding in and out of you each time you thrust your hips, and I'm sucking and licking your clit so hard it's almost painful.

You scream my name when you finally cum. You can feel my lips sucking hard at your clit while my tongue circles it rapidly. My fingers are pushing deep into you causing you to cum harder each time you feel them slam into your cunt. You push my head hard into your crotch, thinking that maybe if you got it inside of you then the orgasm would never end. You cum over and over as my fingers and mouth work on your cunt and clit. You need to have something more than fingers in you. You need my shaft in you now.

"I want you in me!" you moan; but I shake my head causing another chain of orgasms as I lick and suck your cunt. Your hands tighten on my hair as you thrust harder against me.

"Damn you! Fuck me," you scream as you cum over and over, each orgasm stronger than the last. You can feel every little motion of my tongue and hands and each one starts you cumming all over again.

"Please Fuck Me!," you moan, begging me for what you need more than anything while trying to pull me on top of you. My hands grab tightly onto your hips and I bury my face even deeper in you, kissing and sucking and licking while your orgasms grow closer and closer together. You're cumming so fast it's more than one long orgasm, its several orgasms at once. Each one coming sooner than the last orgasm ended. My lips and tongue seem to find every little place that brings you pleasure and do exactly what is needed to bring you to another climax. Your moans have become screams, and your screams are animalistic and wild.

You feel like you have to have my shaft in you now or you're going to die! You grab hard onto my hair and pull me on top of you with a burst of strength brought on by desire and desperation. You thrust your hips against mine; not even caring if my shaft is in you or not, the uncontrollable desire to grind against me overcoming any control you may have had.

My lips find yours and I push my tongue hard into your mouth as my shaft slides into you. You start to cum as soon as it enters you and you kiss me back as hard as you can. Your arms and legs wrap around me while your hips grind against me harder than you ever thought you could. You feel me slam into you in time with your thrusts; both of us moaning and grunting into each other's mouth as our kiss grows rougher. You break our kiss to scream as you reach a climax that you would have never though possible and you feel my teeth pull on your bottom lip, biting hard and letting you know I want your tongue back. You scrape your nails hard along my back as I thrust hard into you. I moan in pain and pleasure and sit up hard, forcing myself even deeper into you. I grab your shoulders and push you hard into the bed as I begin to thrust uncontrollably into you. You keep pushing yourself up against me as hard and as fast as you can, feeling another orgasm begin with each thrush. I thrust hard against you and you can feel my shaft push deep inside you as I cum. Each burst causing me to moan loudly with the pleasure of release. You push yourself against me feeling each spurt shoot deep inside you, screaming as you cum over and over. Finally I collapse next to you, my flaccid member sliding out of you bringing one last small orgasm as it leaves.

We lay next to each other panting and trying to catch our breaths. After a few minutes I turn on my side and let one hand slowly caress along your stomach and breasts. You turn to face me and I kiss you softly on the lips, letting the kiss linger while I gently caress your hips. When we break our kiss I move my head down to softly kiss your earlobe and softly whisper, "Are you ready to do it all again?"

LOVE LETTER: FOR BECAUSE OUR LOVE IS IMMORTAL

I am filled with so much love today. I am also exhausted beyond anything I have ever felt before. My eyelids are huge and heavy. When they fall across my eyes, I cannot open them again for several moments. Eyelids closed, I feel a small amount of relief from a headache that has become so regular that I do not even notice it anymore.
Each time this happens, it takes some reserves of strength I have never known before not to collapse. But this is not written yet - and it must be. Soon enough, I think, I will be able to rest. Soon, I pray, she will hold me in her arms and stroke the hair out of my eyes. I will feel her cool hands on my hot temples and they will be soothing, as if anointed. Her hand on my shaking chest will be warm and my heartbeat slow finally, and I will breathe no longer in gasps, and a million fears and doubts will quiet in my shouting brain. And I will sleep, for the first time in a week, I will sleep the sleep of a man at peace. And, for the first time in my life, I will sleep the sleep of a man held by his true love.

And when I wake up again, the world will have changed. The colors brighter, the resolution deeper. A world vivid and bursting. A place to share and explore. To create... wonderful things. Every thing will be in its right place, after so many years of wandering through the tall grass, wandering through the forest blind and sad and silent.

But that is not this night. This night, exhaustion drowns my soul, and I cannot even see straight. I feel as if the weight of everything I have done this week has finally caught up to me, as if I cannot keep my head above the water. I feel as though I can do no other thing but surrender. This is the feeling, I think, this must be the feeling of dying. And it is at that moment, when all hope seems lost and the world seems to recede, I think of you. It is with that, with the sound of your voice saved on my cellphone, with the memory of your lips on my lips, that I come back.

And I am filled with the strength of an army, filled with the bristling determination to go forward and finish what I have begun. I made a commitment to you, to show you all of the things I love about you, to change your mind, and open your eyes to the beauty of the possible. If I weaken, if I waver, I could not look into the mirror again. I could not face myself, to have disappointed you in this moment of trial, in this, the most important moment in my life.

Because I need your love. It has a sustaining effect on my soul. It is a blessing, it is a nourishment, it is the most incredible thing I have ever felt. I will never, never let it go, not while there is life left in my fingers, not while there is strength in my spirit.

Yesterday, something happened that was stunning. I have not doubted, since I met you, that we were meant to be together, but thus far I have only had my own intuition to tell me that. But now, I have backup. I have a credible, citable source - I know that this was ordained by powers that I cannot understand (and have, thus far, chosen not to believe in). I have never in my life seen a thing that made me believe in fate until yesterday, but yesterday, I did see. And it opened my eyes to you.

When I tell you about it, you will scare believe that it could happen. It made me afraid and, simultaneously, took away my fear. It was unplanned - and caught me off guard, left me speechless. It made me bold and it made me feel like the universe loves you and me and wants us to love each other.

I know you are afraid. I remember when you were afraid of saying that you love me, because once you do, you can never take it back. You're afraid of what that means. You're afraid you're not ready for this.

I understand. I know what it feels like to be overwhelmed and caught unprepared. It's frightening. You cannot tell what will happen, if things will work. And, worst of all, you can never tell if you are truly ready. You say that you don't feel ready.

To that, I can only say that I love you. I love you for you are, whether you are ready for that or not. I love you in a way I couldn't even comprehend before I knew you. And I will wait as long as it takes for you to love me the same way. I will wait until you are ready. I will wait, day by day, month by month, even for years. I will wait while my hair grows gray and my breath grows short. I will wait until they shut the book on humanity and on and on and on and on and on. And on some planet a millionbillion light years away, they will see the two stars that seem to chase each other across the sky every night. And they will name them for us. It will be wonderful and sad. I will wait in the stars for you forever if you are not ready.

So, please don't make me wait that long. Each day that goes by is another day we won't spend together, another day we missed on this friendly green planet. Every moment that passes is one we could have shared, looking into each other's eyes in the candlelight. It's another month before our white wedding and another year before the brown eyes of our children. And time passes, it passes quicker than we believe, and in a blinking moment, we might turn and look back and our whole lives will have passed with no result, waiting to be ready for something this powerful. I don't think if I had spent a hundred years preparing, I'd have been ready for what you did to my soul.

There is so much we can give each other, so much we can learn and accomplish, so much we can build together. It seems a shame to miss a moment of it, when that love is here already, nestled between our souls. Waiting. For us. And it will wait. It will wait far longer than we have the capacity to, because our love is immortal

LOVE LETTER: WE DRIFTED TOGETHER

To my dearest:
You are the love of my life
And someday I hope to make you my wife

All my life I've looked to find someone like you
And I'm so glad I found you and my wish came true
You're so special and all so unique
Your voice seems to melt me whenever you speak

When your feeling blue I just love to make you smile
And, to be honest, I haven't felt that way in a while
I'm so happy now and I owe it all to you
I just love to sit and laugh at the things you do

You're constantly on my mind throughout the day
And, to tell the truth, I wouldn't want it any other way
When I think about you my mind begins to soar
Maybe because I've never loved a girl like you before

When you tell me you love me, it's music to my ears
If you were to leave me, I would shed a couple of tears
When I'm not with you I miss you with all my heart
Now I know I would die if we were to be apart

You're everything I ever wanted and I hope you see
You're the best thing that has ever happened to me.

LOVE LETTER:

I am so scared.

I am scared of how much i love you, i am scared because right now i am feeling so many things that i am about to explode. I am terrified that maybe you are lying to me. I am so scared that you don't mean when you say you love me. I am shit scared that you'll leave me for someone else. I am going ou of my mind because, what if you still love her? What if you never loved me?? What if i have become addicted to you and now i just cant let go? And to tell you the truth i dont know what i'm writing because all of this is flowing so fast and violently out of me that i can't make out the words being typed, i am staring at the scree. i've been waiting for you all day. WHERE ARE YOU!??!?!?

I am scared of how much i love you, i am scared of the power you hold over me. I am scared that if you were to leave, i'd die. I'd die. I'm past the point of being able to live without you, but i can't tell you this because i don't want you to feel balckmailed or chained to me. I shit scared that just the thought of you leaving makes me want to cry. I don't think i could survive, and i could stop hating my own heart, i could do it.... for you. Just understand that this is all about my fears it has to do WITH ME, not you. You are perfect.

And all of this is getting so redundant and i don't know why i am writing this when there is a huge posibility that you might come across it. What if i am not good enough for you? What if you sudenly realize that i am not who you want? That i was always nothing? Not even your nothing, but plain nothing? What if you don't want nothing anymore? What if you need something for a change? What if you need someone better, someone more handsome, someone who isn't this pervet like me? SOmeone who isn't slim? Someone who won't love you as desperately as I love you?!? I could stop wanting to kill myself. And why the fuck are tears running down my face as i write this?!?!? It's not as if this is a goodbye its just me expressing my fears because i think you will leave me because i am nothing and you deserve everything, for you are the most amazing human being on this planet. You are art. You... you are my everything, as cliché as it may sound. You are nothing's everything. I am so scared that i can't let you go without dying. I can stop lying, I can stop punching my own face, I can stop hating my own heart, I can do it... Because of you, I can stop wanting to kill myself, I can stop wanting your perfect heart, I can do it... Because of you. I can start listening, I can say Hi, I can feel something good....And none of this makes any fucking sense and all i can do is think about you and everytime i think of you i shiver and I am scared that the only thing i want to do is bleed for you, hurt for you, laugh for you... live for you. I am terrified of how much you mean to me and how everything comes down to you... I love you to much for my own good and i am terrified of how utterly in love i am with you, how i'd do anything you asked me to do.
Iloveyouiloveyouiloveyouiloveyouiloveyouiloveyouiloveyou...Please ask me anything everything i'll say yes to everything and anything and all you want just please don't leave me don't break me when you've put me together please i can't take it anymore i can't survive.... Please dont leave me behind. Fuck i sound so needy someone should shoot me. Please don't let me go... please.

Please...

I am so fucking scared.

SPIRITUAL/ LOVE: STOP RESISTING PEOPLE WHO HAPPEN TO COME INTO YOUR LIFE

I have always believed that you must always be what it is that you're seeking. This is a universe of attraction and energy. You can't have a desire to attract a person who is confident, generous, nonjudgmental, and gental and expect that desire to be manifested if you're thinking and acting in nonconfident, selfish, judgmental or arrogant ways---which is why most people don't attract the right person at the right time. There's no point whatsoever in a unloving man or woman bemoaning their ability to find a partner. They're doomed to endless frustration because they don't recognized the perfect match when it appears. That loving person could be right there, right now, and their resistance doesn't allow them to see it. So many people who read my blog and my website come to me with alot or resistance. They wanted to be with someone like me but their resistance stop them. You have to let go of any resistance to your ability to attract the right people, or you wno't recognize them when they show up.

Love and sex can only be attracted by and returned by love and sex. Once you connect with the oneness of the universe, you will then at on intuition with a deep sense of knowing that you're on track. You're actin in accordance with this new awareness. Everyone you need for this journey of life of yours will show up, and that they'll be perfect in every way for whatever needs you have at this time. They'll arrive at precisely the right moment. In this intelligent systems that you're part of, everything arrives from the source where the infinite, invisible life force flows throught everyone and everything. This include you and everyone else. Conceptualize your invisivle connection to the people you'd like to attract to your life. The same energy source flowing through the people you perceive to be missing from your life, and then realign yourself in thought with that person. When your thoughts are low energy vibrations, you simply can't attract the high energy people you need or desire. Even if they come rushing up to you announcing a sign saying I;m Yours, you won't recognize or believe them while you're so busy trying to attract more fo what you can't have and don't deserve. Take a look at your past and take not to all of the people who've shown up as characters in this play called your life. it has all been perfect. The good times,, the struggles, the tears, and the abuse--all of it involved people coming into your life and then leaving. This is your past, and whatever your energy level at the time, whatever needs, whatever situations in life, you attracted the right people and events to you. 


This year I really want to learn how to be less annoyed and upset with other people. In order to change the nature of relationship, you'll need to change your mind about them. It's the idea that you are the source of the anguish in your relationship, rather than the individual whom you've pegged as the most outrageous, the most despicable of the most infuriating. If you focus of your inner dialogue about your relationship with them will be experienced. If your inner speech centers on what's annoying about them, that's what you'll notice. As much as you're inclined to blame them for your annoyance, its yours, and it's coming from your thoughts. Think of the relatives whom you've balmed for your feelings of anxiety, annoyance, or depression. You're focused on what you disliked about them or how they treated you, and your relationship has always had an uncomfortable edge to it. Rather than reacting to their low energy of hostility or bragging reactions...you instead bring your intention of peace:

-I never thought of it that way, tell me more
-That's an interesting point of view

We all have to learn to stop taking ourselves so seriously. I remember goint to Pathmark or in trafficand then my stress-producing ego telling me in a inner dialogue :"I'm being victimized. There always someone just ahead of me who is fumbles with money, going slow...or whatever ...id designed to keep me from getting where I am suppose to be." I have to stop and shift from being pissed to being blissed. I have to take the focus off myself.

SPIRITUAL/LOVE: YOUR INDIVIDUAL VIBRATIONS IS THE KEY TO UNDERSTANDING THE ART OF ALLOWING

It has been proven that at the tiniest subatomic level, the actual act of observing a particle changes the particle. The way we observe these infinitely small building blocks of life is a determining factor in what they ultimately become. As in the microcosm, so is the macrocosm. This energy of life taht we are all part of can only workd with you when you are in harmony with it.

If you sent a message to the universe : Please sent me money. 
The universe will interpreted as your seeing yourself in a state of scarcity. The respond back will be: Here's a state of needing more money because that's how you think, and I'm the mind with which you think. so here's more of what you don't want and don't need. 

If you tell the universe what you want, it will respond by leaving you in a state of wanting, never arriving, and always needing more. If however, you feel that what you inted to manifest has already manifested and if you give a statement of thankfullness, you're unified with desire. You have to understand that everyone, and everything without exception emanates from this universal energy. So if everything come from this field of invisible energy, why is it that some are able to partake of it, while others seem so separated from it? Allowing this energy into your life means becoming aware of the resistance that you may be placing in the way of the abundance you seek. If the universe is based on energy and attraction, this means that everything is vibrating to a particular frequencies. When the frequency with which you're vibrating is in contradiction with the frequency of the universal supply, you create a resistance, thereby inhibiting the flow of abundance into your life space. Your individual vibrations is the key to understanding the art of allowing. The nonharmonious vibrations are largely thoughts and feelings. Thoughts that emphasize what you don't believe you deserve set up a contradiction in energy. That contradictions puts a stop to a hooking up of identical energies, and you've created a field of disallowing. 

What you need to do is look at your beief system. It doesn't matter what you thought before, or for how long, or how may pressures you're under to maintain your resistance. Stop activating disallowing thoughts today, one thought at a time. You can do so by stating, I feel successful, I intend to feel the abundance that is here, now. Repeat these words or create your arrangement of words, which continually inundate your thoughts during your waking hours...just like my mission statement. When you're activated these thoughts enough times, they'll become your habital way of thinking.

Resistance is disharmony between your desire for abundance and your belief about your ability to unworthiness. Allowing means a perfect alignment.In the attitude of allowing, all resistance in the form of thoughts of negativity or doubt are replaced with simply knowing that you and GOD are one and the same.

LOVE LETTER/ SPIRITUAL: HOME IN YOUR SOULMATE'S EYES

It is difficult as always to explain but I attempt to pour this vision into your mind and heart because as you gasp it, you will rise up into the truth of your being. You will understand the inner nudging. You will understand the whisper in your consciousness and the longing in your heart. Thus to open your soulmate, you need only move completely into your heart. Your soulmate is the consciousness that will show you who you are. It is all, in truth, totally a matter of consciousness. What you believe is what you experience. If you know the truth, with all your heart and all your consciousness, you can home. Home in your soulmate's eyes and you can accomplish the journey in the communion of your heart. Thus if you are not seeing him or her, you are caught in the illusion for in truth, she of he is there. You must open your heart enough to see the true world, the world of love. If you ask yourself deeply, you will remember this is true. Thus, I call you to remember. It is time for the journey of awaking. All you have to do is remember. There is nothing else. All it takes is that one jogged memory, the aha experience, and all it takes for those of you who are with your soulmate to lift yourselves back into the fullness of our relationship is just as simple.

Dear one, this will be difficult for you to comprehend yet, but I will place this before you just to entertain it, if even momentarily, as possibility. Then you can let it go again, but I want the seed planted firmly within you, the seed of this truth. Oh, do not worry if this is difficult to comprehend. It will become clear to you. It will become clear as you invite my presence to illuminate you. I ask you now, this very moment to invite me. Invite me into your life, into your world.

STORY: ROMANCING OF A SPECIAL WOMAN

As darkness approached on a fall evening, he is in the kitchen--busily preparing a sumptuous meal for his very special female companion for the evening. The Caesar salad is prepared to perfection, the fresh green beans with bacon warm and ready, and the smoked salmon fettuccini alfredo is hot and bubbly. (The meal is easily re-heated in case the passion flares out of control and the food becomes secondary. ) Lights are dimmed in the dining and living room area with many candles plus the fireplace providing the room with a soft flickering ambience. Very soft music from the stereo is providing an inviting atmosphere for two possible lovers. The table covered with a lace tablecloth plus candles, a centerpiece, and the place settings done with great precision and care. He wants everything to be absolutely perfect for her and wants to set the seductive tone for the evening. He wants this woman with all his being and will stop at nothing to show the depth of his desire for her.

The meal now prepared, he dons his clothes and makes sure he looks as good as possible, as she is due to arrive shortly. Dressed smartly in tan dockers, button down dress shirt, and brown loafers--his strong, tall body is quivering inside at the anticipation of her arrival—hoping she wants him as much as he desires her and wanting to please her in every way. Suddenly, a knock at the door, his heart instantly skips a beat, and his stomach has butterflies in anticipation of the evening ahead. Opening the door, then smiling and greeting her, he escorts her inside and hands her bouquet of a dozen tulips. She hugs him for the gesture and plants a soft kiss on his cheek. She is attired in a black dress with lace around the shoulder and bust area, also black hose and 4-inch heels. She almost melts him inside just from her sexy look—she being 5'8" and he being taller at 6'3"... a nice fit. Escorting her to the table and holding her chair, he sits her down and serves the salad. Soft conversation ensues as they slowly consume the food; hands touch on top of table as their eyes are locked together, bodies involuntarily gravitating toward each other.

Almost unable to control himself, but not wanting to reveal it to her yet—he asks her to slow dance to the undulating beat of the sax coming from the speakers. She accepts graciously and he takes her hand—leading her to the candlelit living room where they embrace, kiss softly, and begin to sway to the music as one. Loving the feel of her warmth so close and unable to resist, he moves her hair aside and nuzzles his lips against her ear—hearing the sharp intake of breath as his lips circle her ear then suck the lobe tenderly. Still stirring to the music and pulling her even tighter to his body, he allows his hands to trace her neck and down the spine with feathery touches through the silky material.

Leaning into her body even more, giving her a long, hard, sucking kiss at the base of the neck and feeling a long deep moan escape her lips. Backing up slightly and cradling her face in his hands, looking deep into her eyes—his dark brown orbs flashing with passion as are hers. He knew then that dinner would have to wait. Giving soft brushes of the lips, small sucks, and flicks of the tongue as he kisses slowly across the forehead, down the bridge of the nose, and across each cheek—making her flame burn even brighter. Poising his lips over hers, he traces them with his tongue then takes her lower lip and sucks it. Unable to resist her any longer, he crushes her with a deep, hot, passionate kiss—trying to inhale her into his body. Their tongues begin intertwining and hers begins seeking the secret spots inside his mouth, as he sucks it as hard as he can. He squeezes her body even tighter to him as the longing takes over his body—wanting to please her in any way possible.

Breaking the kiss--sliding to the floor on the sheepskin rug in front of the fireplace, whispering to her that this night is hers—relax and let him lead. Kicking off his shoes and loosening belt, eyes never leaving her as he slowly unbuttons his shirt then reaches around and slowly unzips her dress. She unsnaps his pants and they both stand— she shrugging off the dress and he stepping out of his slacks. She in her thigh highs with sapphire blue panties and bra; he clad in royal blue silk boxers with a prominent bulge present. He clamps his powerful arms around her and crushes her into his strong embrace—feeling her stiffening nipples through the lacy material of the bra. He encompasses his lips on hers in a deep hot wet kiss, hands moving over her skin and kneading the ass cheeks through the sheer material then moving the light touches back up (feeling her shiver and shudder)—then deftly undoing the bra. Her hands moving around to his ass—grabbing the cheeks through the silky material then sliding around front and stroking his hardening manhood. Stopping the kiss, he slides her bra off over her shoulders then kneels and hooks the panties and rolls hose down carefully –slowly coursing them down her legs and off. Standing again and stretching the waistband of the boxers, stepping out of them slowly... first one leg then kicking them off the other.

Whispering to her, "Come with me baby—I have something for you. " Leading her to the bathroom, the deep Jacuzzi filled with steamy water and strawberry scented bubble bath with flickering candles all around the tub, he immerses her slowly in the bubbly water and steps in beside her. She sees there are strawberries, chocolate sauce, and whipped cream in cut glass dishes on the tub deck. He dips one of the strawberries in the chocolate, brings it to her lips, feeds it to her, and leans in for a kiss to taste both her and the fruit. He dips another and another, feeding and kissing her more passionately after each one. Water frothy and steamy around them—they are lost in total bliss. Dipping his index finger in the chocolate sauce, tracing a circle of it around her left nipple then raising the finger to her lips where she sucks the finger and seductively licks it clean.

Moving around to face her, licking lips and looking deep in her eyes (half-hooded with desire), clamps lips over chocolate-covered nipple and sucks it deeply. Using his tongue, ringing the areola, then the nipple slowly—occasionally flicking the tongue to get all the chocolate off. Her moans are increasing in intensity and her back is arching her breast harder into his mouth. Making tongue flat, he pushes hard across the nipple, bending it slightly with the pressure--then easing off as he flutters tongue rapidly over the nipple. He nibbles at the sensitive flesh tenderly and gives short hard sucks as he continues to devour the breast. The jets under the water are making her swollen labia even more sensitive, causing her to squirm and thrash even more. Releasing the suck on the left breast with an audible pop, he cups the right breast, presses lips to it, and inhales it with a long hard suck. He flutters the tip of his tongue more and more rapidly across it and hears her moans increase in intensity. Suddenly, he ceases the sucking; nibbling and licking of the breasts then looks at her and kisses her deeply yet again—trying to melt her.

Placing his strong arms under her buttocks and thighs, he lifts and places her on the edge of the tub—her legs still dangling in the water. Kneeling in the tub, he drapes each of her legs over his shoulders with his face only inches from her wetness. She leans back on her hands—certain of what will happen next... she wants it and so does he. He leans forward, then kisses and swirls his tongue slowly up the inside of each thigh, teasing her further. At last, reaching out with thumbs and moving back the clit hood—he blows hot puffs of air on the rock hard clit and hears a long OHHHHHHHHHH escape her lips. Reaching out thumb and strumming it across the clit slowly like a guitar pick; the sensation is definitely immediate and mind-bending for her. Sensing her mounting passion, he flattens his tongue then slowly licks the blood-engorged labia from bottom to top in a single motion. Taking clit in fingers and rolling it, he then clamps his mouth over her dripping slit and inhales with the force of a Shop Vac.

Sucking it harder and harder, slurping and swallowing the sweet, hot nectar flowing so freely from her, with her pussy grinding into his face harder as the orgasm draws nearer. He rolls his tongue like a cigar and plunges it into her—in and out; up and down; probing her deep, fast, and hard... searching for the G-spot. Tongue almost a blur moving inside her, fingers pinching the clit, she can hold back no longer and her orgasm blasts into him like a volcanic eruption—wave after wave covering the lower half of his face with cum. He sucks, slurps, and swallows all he can as he continues to try to suck her dry.

Sensing she is spent now, he slides her off the edge of the tub and back into the water—turning off the jets so that her aftershocks are manageable. He wraps his muscular arms around her, gentling her, feeling her racing heart, and cuddling her tightly... never wanting to let go. Kissing her softly on the lips, looking deep into those green eyes, telling her how much he loved pleasing her this first time... next time will be even better!

STORY: I AM LOST IN YOU....MY DEAREST MARIA: A STORY

The alarm clock rings me out of a dreamless sleep. My hand is halfway to the snooze button when my eyes open and I become conscious. I see the time and as it registers, I think about Her, and in how many hours I will see Her, and the tempo of my heart increases, and the hollow feeling in my chest returns because I am not with Her but have to wait.

I shower and shave. I shave twice so I can be smooth and nick-free for Her. I whiten my teeth, I floss, I rinse so that my breath is sweet for Her. I put cologne on my neck, cheeks, abdomen and on the backs of my hands. I put on the black suit, making sure the creases are pressed sharp for Her. I buff my black shoes to a shine.

I take my car though the car wash for the fourth time this week, so that it shines and is perfectly clean for Her. 

I drive to work, listening to the car radio. Young men and women screaming about want and desire, remorse and pain, love and devotion, bondage and slavery, prison and death and heaven and hell and sex. I feel the music enter the hollowness of my chest, the ragged voices rasping guitars crashing drums. I turn up the volume until the steering wheel vibrates. I light a cigarette and inhale the smoke deep into me and I wish She was in the passenger seat and we were driving to Canada or Mexico or Maine or Montana. I feel cool and sexy and young in my suit and sunglasses. The sun glints off the hood of my car as I smoothly fly down the highway with the radio at full blast.

I am extremely aware of my body, how my muscles feel underneath my clothes, how they flex as I drive, how my palm rests on the gearshift. I am so at ease and comfortable and cool and She is waiting for me, She is thinking about me, She is here and seeing me like this - cool and at ease and sexy and Hers.

At work I make phone calls. I dictiate reports. I was seeing patients How many hours how many hours? At the end of the day, all I can say I did was think about Her and think about Her and think about Her.

At thirty minutes to quitting time, I walk out the door. Fuck it. I am free. The hollow in my chest is huge, my need is physical. I'm tense and shaky. My heart is racing as I try not to run from the building to my waiting car. I open the car door, fling my briefcase into the back seat, fall behind the wheel and start the engine. I am finally going to Her.

When I start the car, the radio explodes and makes me jump. I turn the volume down, put the car in gear and pull out of the parking lot. I no longer feel sexy and strong. I only feel need. I'm driving too fast, risking a ticket. I don't give a damn. 

I drive without seeing. I'm picturing Her. Her smile as She opens the door, Her hair, Her eyes, Her lips, Her cheeks, Her hips, Her breasts, Her belly, Her thighs, Her neck. I see Her painted toenails and Her fingertips, Her teeth, the small of Her back. I feel Her breath in my ear, I hear Her voice, Her sighs. I see Her tongue as She talks, as She smiles at me. I hear Her laugh, I hear Her moan with pleasure. I hear the sounds She makes She breaths She whispers as we make love. I feel Her softness and Her firmness and Her wetness. Her heat, Her lust, Her love. I feel Her moving underneath me, over me, away from me, into me. I feel Her moving I feel Her move, I feel Her. 

Driving to Her, I am completely aware of Her. I feel Her and see Her and smell Her better than I can sense the reality that surrounds me. I am lost in Her.

I worship Her.

I stare through the windshield as I sit in traffic, the radio softly thumping. The air conditioner blows icy air into my face. The sun, magnified through the windows, heats my skin. 

And I, Her priest, sit here in between these extremes of Fire and Ice. I am both Frozen, enslaved by my desire for Her and Burned, consumed with my love for Her. Awed speechless, in a reverie of want and love, I drive on.

I can't go on, but I can't stop going. I can't leave this misery, this euphoria, this enslavement, this freedom. All my dreams turn into smoke and disappear in the wind. I become nothing and She becomes everything, everything.

Everything.

Finally, I am there. I rush to be enveloped in Her. I feel and touch and breathe and my heart pounds and my mind races and there is nothing, nothing but Her. She welcomes me in with a serious look on Her face. Her fingers and hands and lips touch me and we fall together, holding pulling devouring each other. I think that everything I have gone through has been echoed in Her. I feel Her terrible desire in the hollow of my chest, I feel her want flow into me, filling me, expanding me. I feel her pulse in my veins and I become more than I am. 

I am whole now. She kisses me, her mouth open, and I inhale Her exhaled breath. We hold each other and kiss and breathe into each other's mouths and we are truly one. I am a god. I am immortal.

We are immortal. We have existed as long as Time. There is no Time, there is no Here, there are no reasons. Love and Lust are equal and we exist only in this timeless reasonless placeless void of each other.

I want to be inside of Her. I want to be buried inside of Her. I want to be inside of Her skin, I want to feel what She feels and to experience Her completely. She gives Herself to me as totally as I give myself to her and we fall we fall into one another and we become something Other.

We become Us. 

STORY: A DROP OF SPILLED WINE CASCADES DOWN HER BODY

I am not sure how it happened, a misspoken word, a quizzical look that caught her by surprise, or just a clumsy slip that propelled the drop of champagne from the corner of her mouth. But as the effervescent droplet cascaded from her lips, my world transformed itself centering on the sparkling drop.

I watched with alarm as she moved her slow motion hand to her chin to catch the drop, but it escaped, splashing onto her chest, to my great joy. The slightly golden pool glittered motionless for a moment, teasing me as it sparkled in the light before beginning a sensuously slow descent down her body. She giggled and said something that was quite charming (I am sure), but I didn’t hear a word, I was transfixed on the droplet as it flowed between her breasts.

I saw the drop gain momentum as it tumbled over the gentle texture of her skin joining with the moisture rising on her body. I longed to reach out and touch the droplet, to touch her, but instead, I watched motionless, transfixed as the droplet mixed with the moist remnants of our love.

It now moved quickly, down the river of her stomach, curling around the deep pool of her navel. The drop would pause and surge with the motion of her breathing, riding the building rhythm of her body, as it turned away from the soft curve of her hips. I reached out to touch it, but before I could, I watched the droplet slip into the fragrant curls of her hair, disappearing.

The world splashes back to me for only a moment, before I can comprehend her words. I lean to her, lightly kissing her lips and tasting her chin as I begin my journey. My tongue travels the path, from her lips over her chin and gently down her neck. I taste the delicate mixture of salt and wine from the so narrow trail as I find the hollow at the base of her throat.

I hover above her, my tongue our only point of contact as it slides between the soft mounds of her breasts. I divert, leaving the droplets path to learn the fleshy curve leading to a nipple, to memorize the distinct texture of areola, the firm prod of the nipple on my lips. I draw it into my mouth, ever so gently toying it with my teeth and tongue. Rising and falling with her motion, I release the erect knob and move across her chest and find the other. I quickly take it in my mouth, feeling it grow a bit, becoming firmer at my touch.

Releasing it from my lips, I rub my face over it, feeling the nipple slide beneath my cheek, feeling it bend beneath my nose, flickering it with an eyelash. The silence is broken with her moan and I descend from her breasts once again finding the faint trail of wine on her stomach. 

She wiggles a bit as my tongue tickles her, so I press it harder and continue following the trail as it curves from her navel and then again away from the steep curve to her hipbone. I pause and then run my lips over the soft skin cover the firm bone beneath. I kiss its length and then move back onto more pliant flesh, finding the wine trail by taste. I move downward nearing the dense and curly forest of her hair, feeling it tickle my nose as I sense a heady fragrance.

My tongue moves into the hair, curling through it searching and then finding the last taste of wine mingled with the stronger taste of her. Gently moving through the hair, I am drawn to the pungent fragrance lying just beyond. I let my tongue begin it’s descent, pausing to circle the firm knob above her opening, drawing it between my lips, pressing it with my tongue, before I follow the slit between her lips, longing to drink of her wetness.

The tender path opens and I descend into her, my tongue lightly probing, savoring the first hints of her wet desire. I follow her motion now, dipping deeper into her as she rises and withdrawing as she falls. I learn her rhythm and match it with my own, my tongue penetrating her more quickly, deeper. For the first time I touch her with my hands, grabbing the soft flesh of her ass, and lifting her to my mouth as she presses against me. She moves with an intensity echoed in her growling moans as she lifts herself onto my piercing tongue, grinding herself onto my face. I feel a trembling in her motion as she suddenly grabs my head and pulls me hard against her, her lips parting to my mouth and nose. She cries out arching herself onto me and then collapsing back into my hands.

I pause, lying completely still as she trembles and pulses, slowly catching her breath. I savor her taste, her fragrance, her warmth as I rest my head on her thigh. I take a finger, dip it into her and then, dip it glistening into my glass of wine. Returning it to my mouth I taste the subtle variations of the wine and her mingling on my tongue. 

STORY: A BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF PRIVATE TIME WITH YOU

We each work, but you drives against the traffic, and I drive with it. We both drive about twelve miles each way. You get off work at four o'clock; I don't get off until five. The direction you drive means you'll usually get home ninety minutes before I do. Tonight I was caught in traffic and you beat me by almost two full hours.

We love each other. I don't mean an infatuation, or a 'for the time being' love. I mean the real old-fashioned story book love.

You're the light of my life. We're not in our early twenties. We've been together for more than ten years. You have a great figure, the kind that I love. This is not the high fashion figure, and not the 'Twiggy' type. I call you full-figured, but definitely not fat. You have that extra twenty pounds in exactly the right places. You have a good-sized B-cup, great thighs and calves, fabulous butt, narrow waist, and a softly rounded belly. You always dress conservatively when you're away. When you're at home, you almost never wear anything beneath a full skirt and well-fitting blouse. The skirt comes to the knee, and I can't see through the skirt or blouse. Though not transparent, I know and can always sense what is beneath.

When I get home, you're fixing my favorite dinner. You have this way of combining skinned chicken thighs, with a personal sauce distributed over them on a bed of sticky white rice. After about an hour in the oven, the chicken is done to a turn with crispy outside and it falls apart in my mouth. You usually combine it with a tossed green salad and your own homemade salad dressing. A person hasn't lived until they've tasted it. They can't even imagine it.

Tonight, the dish is about to go into the oven. You're turned away from me as I enter, but can sense my presence and whisper 'Hi'. I walk up behind you, take you in my arms and kiss the back of your neck. You stand on your toes, press back, and then grind your cheeks against me. You suggest that I relax while you finish dinner. I ask if I can help and you say 'Definitely not'. I tell you that I'll do the dishes after dinner.

I change clothes into a pair of loose fitting Dockers and sport shirt. I leave the briefs and T-shirt off, and then go into the living room to watch the late news. I select a local station and sit on the sofa. The usual sports, mayhem and scandal, but I watch it.

A few minutes later, you join me on the sofa. You fit perfectly under my arm, curl your legs and feet under the edge of the skirt, and lean against me. You belong there. I can smell your perfume and everything else about you. I kiss you lightly on the forehead, and you respond by wrapping your arms around my left bicep, pulling it to rest between your breasts, and then reach up to kiss me on the cheek. As you pull back, you pause and return to kiss me fully on the lips. You have warm, lush, beautiful lips with a touch of dark lipstick. As I return the kiss, you increase the passion behind them and I feel your wonderfully warm full tongue lightly enter my mouth, and quickly retract. You know that I love to dance with your tongue, and I respond. We have a serious, loving kiss full of deep significance.

Your breasts rest on my arm, and I can feel their warmth, firmness and fullness. Your nipples don't get hard, but they get seriously firm. I can feel the nipples, too, against my arm.

Slowly you lean closer, and turn, as you lie across my lap. You have your face up and lips still on mine. Your arms unwrap to clasp again behind my neck. My arms go around you and pull you closer to me. I enjoy everything about you and I whisper my love in your ear. You snuggle in my lap as you pull my head down.

I move my left arm and slowly raise your skirt and softly rub your soft tummy with my hand. You moan lightly and raise your hips under my hand. My hand slips slowly around and grasps your left cheek. You roll sideways to face my chest and place your shoulder over the firmness in my Dockers. You tease me by rolling it back and forth, smiling as you do it.

You have the greatest smile I've seen, and you smile often. I think your smile is what first attracted me. I'll do anything to make you smile. Now you murmur something soft and move down to place your cheek against that firmness. My hand and arm follow you as you move. You rock your head rubbing me with her cheek. The firmness grows, and you say that you've found something warm.

I raise my hand to a breast, you lower your hips and then arch your back toward me. I tell you that I, too, have found something warm. I softly rub the breast and then circle it with my palm. Occasionally I switch to the other breast, before finally pulling the blouse to your neck and placing my hand directly on that soft skin. I circle the nipple of one and then the other. I use my hand to cup each breast in turn. You're moaning and your lips return to mine and join for a heavenly few minutes.

You pull away slightly, and turn on your side with your face down. My hand continues to explore your breasts, and you begin to unbutton and unzip. With my pants fully opened, you stretch the waist and pull them down to allow your hands full entrance. You push my leg to signal that I should spread my thighs. I happily oblige and your hand reaches under to fully release me and my companions. You curl up with your cheek against that firmness. One hand cuddles the companions.

Now, I move my hand down to signal you to spread your own legs. Slowly, I run my fingers down your tummy, and continue to rub it, enjoying its softness. You release me and reach down to push my hand lower. It enters a soft, light colored down, coming to rest with my fingers tracing the lushness of a second set of lips.

You moan and reach down to pull my hand closer. I feel the lips spread slightly, exposing my fingers to a soft, smooth, perfect moistness. Slowly I move my fingers, rotating them as they slide. I slowly extend the fingers to the back of those lips and return them just as slowly. You tremble and again raise your hips to me.

Slowly I slide down with my back to the sofa until my head is opposite your soft, wonderful tummy. I kiss it and continue to explore it more with each kiss. You spread your legs further and grasp each side of my face with a hand and slowly force me down between your inner thighs. I run my tongue over them, tasting the sweetness and the tenderness. You rotate your cheek against me and then one hand is holding me and pulling it hard against your cheek.

With my face buried between your thighs, you begin to close them around my head. I raise my hands, spread and hold your thighs apart to allow me to breathe. I'd be in heaven and gladly suffocate here, but my need to satisfy you keeps me breathing. I feel the downy softness and those luscious lips against my own. Slowly I rub my chin back and forth against you and then side to side to spread those lips. You moan softly and your hands reach to pull my head hard against you. My mouth finds its way in and I wrap my lips around your spot. Slowly I tease it and it gets firm, then I use my tongue to taste that warm moistness and to trace the same sweet path that my fingers explored a few moments ago. You taste and smell so sweet that I can feel myself trembling. Then I return my lips and begin to tease and massage your tenderness. I feel you trembling and hear you moaning. Savagely, you begin to push and retract your hips against me. My lips and tongue follow every thrust, teasing you relentlessly. A soft keening escapes your throat and signals that you are approaching climax.

My hands are holding your thighs firmly and I try my best to please you and to lose myself in you. My pleasure and passion are exquisite. You begin the climax and I continue to pleasure you. Again and again you reach that pinnacle of your passion. After a few minutes, I feel your hands on my head, first pulling me in and then after a few more minutes you're trying desperately to get me to release you. Finally, and reluctantly I yield to your urgings.

You lay for a few minutes, gathering your breath and your senses, and then you gasp, sit up and then run to the kitchen. You scold me, telling me not to move, and tell me that you're taking the slightly overcooked dinner from the oven.

Almost immediately you return and tell me to sit up. You curl those wonderful legs under you again, but this time you're sitting on the floor at my feet. You tell me softly that you love me, and quietly thank me, and tell me that you needed the release. Your hands reach to me and wrap firmly around me. You begin to stroke me and your thumbs are circling the head. You pause and squeeze me, and then bend forward while rising to your knees. Your lips lightly kiss me and then begin to travel over me. Then your tongue comes out, you're looking directly into my eyes and smiling. You make soft sounds and moan again, softly. When you reach the head, your tongue circles it again and again. I'm moaning now, and can barely stand the pleasure. It seems like I'm in paradise as you tease me into your mouth. You raise and lower your head, slowly at first. As my own hips are thrust forward, you take me deep in your mouth, to the entrance of your throat. Your throat and the back of your tongue are doing their magic and I work my hardest to postpone my climax. Again you look me in the eyes, and your hands and lips are fondling me the way I've experienced so many times before. I think of my deep love and affection for you as it explodes in spite of every effort. You draw more and more from me, until I'm completely expended and start breathing again. You clean me thoroughly, pat me softly, lay me down between my thighs. You smile most sweetly and tell me you love me. Again, satisfied, you say you needed that. I reply that I did, too.

You begin to sit again, placing your head on my knees. But, I raise it and ask you to stand. As you get up, I grab your hips, lift you, and pull you toward me. I ask you to bend your knees and raise your legs to my shoulders. As your legs rest on my shoulders I pull you closer with my head pressing back into that downy softness. You relax your legs and they bend at the knees to rest on the back of the sofa with the calf of each leg hanging down.

Again, I do my best to pleasure you. You make me pause and swing one leg over my head. You turn over and then return the other leg back over my head to rest on my shoulders. Your legs are spread, and my arms go around your slender hips pulling you into me. As my tongue begins its ministrations, I feel your tongue on me again. In a few moments I'm rigid again, and you moan once and tell me to lie down. As I recline, you sit up and pull away. You turn once, lift your skirt and then climb on me with one knee on each side of my hips. I'm personally saluting your efforts by standing firmly at attention. You reach between your legs and grab me. Slowly you guide me between your patch of heaven, sliding me back and forth. The softness and moistness have me harder than ever as you insert me and then sit down slowly. Your movements guide me deeper and deeper, and I feel surrounded by heaven. You're so soft, so smooth, so enticing that I can feel the blood pulsing within me. Now you begin to rock back and forth on your knees. You drive me deep and then almost extract it, before repeating the movement. You increase the speed of this movement and I'm doing everything I can to prolong your pleasure. You climax and almost drive me over the edge. After a slight pause, you begin again, but you slowly unwrap your legs and place one on each side of my head and against my ears. As you continue, you lift one leg and place it over my head. You are sitting and you begin to rotate slowly until you are facing my feet. Each partial turns causes you to moan softly and you whisper that this is special. I can only agree.

When you're facing my feet, you begin the rocking all over again. You climax and the as you drive it deeply and thrust your head back on your shoulders, I too, climax. As I let everything go, my hands grip your hips lifting and pulling. As I reach the peak of this climax, I pull you down hard and explode. Slowly, as I gulp of air, I sit up and place my hands around your soft tummy hugging you to me. Then I raise them and cup a breast in each hand. I kiss the nape of your neck and tell you of my love. I've wilted and begun to withdraw as you lean forward and crawl off me.

You turn around, place your arms around my neck and repeat your love.

You're the most perfect person in the world and you're in my life. What have I done to receive such a perfect blessing?

I told you this was my favorite dinner - - and the chicken was almost as tasty.

STORY: A FANTASY OF ROMANTIC SEDUCTION

If i Could Be Anywhere Now...A Loving Embrace.

If i could be anywhere now, i'd be with you. Holding you gently and treasuring the feel of the skin on your bare arms as we slowly danced before the crackling warmth of a chalet hearth.

My eyes search yours. Silently mining the depths of your soul for the secrets which lie hidden there. Our left hands clasp together, fingers tightly interwoven. My other arm wraps you in a warm embrace, my open hand resting on the small of your back...holding you close, so close that our hips caress each other with the langorous motion of each step. Can you feel how my hardness grows for you?

The tips of my fingers follow the delicate curve of your spine as i slide my hand up your back, cupping the back of your head in my palm and pressing your eager mouth to mine. We feel the heat of each others bodies as i lock you ever closer in my embrace. You are mine now, and i am yours. My fingers gently massage your scalp, and our tongues play their own secret games.

Breaking away for a second, i smile, and pull you down to the whispy embrace of a soft white rug. Now i lean into you, forcing you back with another deep and lingering kiss. You feel me over you, hot, and hard. Our kisses are more passionate now, Urgent. Insistant. Probing. You feel me licking, sucking, and gently nipping at the skin of your ear, your neck. I trace the length of your collarbone with the tip of my tongue, then swirl a slow, wet spiral toward the centre of your beautiful breast.

I am seated over you now, my legs astride your hips and the heat of my cock at the door of your passion. Leaning forward, i have your breasts in my hands. They glisten in the firelight as i kiss them, suck them, trace the outline of your areolae with my hot tongue and flick playfully at your nipples. Gently, i take those delicate buds into my mouth, alternately pressing with the flat of my tongue and pulling gently with my teeth. My hands return to your scalp, massaging it gently as continue ministering to those luscious orbs.

I move my hands to your hips. Can you feel the mix of heat and coolness as my tongue winds a slow path toward your navel, your hips...Placing my hands under your knees, i fold your beautiful legs upward and apart. Smiling, i rest them astride me, reach over, and pass you a cushion and a glass of your favourite liqueur. "Just relax," i tell you. The fire crackles...I feast my eyes on your beautiful legs... Long, smooth and strong, they fan the flames of my passion.

I place those legs gently onto my shoulders, lowering my face to where they come together. Closing my eyes, i pause to take a deep, slow breath of you. Even your scent is intoxicating. It's all i can do to control my animal desire, and I must taste you! Now!

I lift your hips slightly into the air, holding you in my upraised hands like an offering to the spirits of passion. You feel my tongue under you, hot...and wet...Ever so slowly sliding from where your lower back cleaves...down the crack of your gorgeous ass. I swirl the tip over and around your little bud, and continue upwards now...up the crease where the front of your thigh meets your torso...then the other side...painting shining trails on the pallette of your skin.

I lick my middle finger. Coating it, then gradually but insistantly using it to bookmark your wonderful ass. You feel it against you, wet and slippery, its tip rotating gently into you as i return to my sensuous feast. From somewhere in the room the smell of incense drifts by, sweet and spicy. The bass vibrations of seductive music roll through you like summer thunder.

Resting the flat of my tongue on the bottom of your lovely pussy, i glide leisurely up your outer lip...flicking my tongue playfully at the top. I smile up at you, then return to sample the other side of that delicious place. Back and forth i continue the feast. Side to side, and up and down. I quicken the pace, and slide first one, then two fingers from my other hand into that well of passion.

I swirl them gently around for a moment, them press down towards your ass, opening you further to my oral ministrations. I am wild for you! Exploring your every fold and curve with my teeth, lips, fingers and tongue! Rotating my finger langorously in your perfect ass, i turn my other hand palm up, two fingers still inside you, cradling your pubic bone as i concentrate my pleasure in swirling circles around your clitoris. Gradually, imperceptibly at first, you begin trembling in my hands...I hear your soft moans as your hips begin to buck into my eager mouth...I focus on the centre of your passion now. Licking quickly. Sucking you into my mouth and letting go. All the while my fingers establish a gentle rhythm within you....

Grabbing my hair now, you press my face between those gorgeous legs. Thrusting your hips spasmodically, then crying out loud as concentric waves of pleasure wash over you.

You take a deep breath... ....and rest your hips in the soft embrace of the rug.

Kneeling between your legs, i'm looking up at you. Smiling...and wet from ear to ear. I stand, reach down to you, and take your hand. Pulling you to your feet...and to the shower. Together!