Monday, November 8, 2010

oh comely

So my good friend invites me out to his gym last weekend.  He just so happens to work for Microsoft.  So I could go into the details of the whole schematics of how the day began and the three cardio rooms dimly lit with recessed lighting.  I could ramble on about the grandiose architecture and the family aquatic center, but I'd rather cut straight to the women's locker room if you don't mind...

 So there I was all cold and wet and dripping from lapping about after my hard boiled cardio workout. My music separating me from the people bustling about the compound.  First of all my friend is male and could not help me navigate through the extravagant labyrinth of lounges and vanities in search of the women's sauna/Jacuzzi Spa room.  I don't recall what the actual title of this area was,but I digress.
  At first I was feeling a little intimidated by the lavish atmosphere of every section I visited, but then suddenly I was commingling with a myriad of half naked, steaming female bodies.  Some dressed and fresh from the fight in cardio kick class, some just in panties toweling their hair frantically all pink and white and tantalizing.  There were women wearing towels kept together by a tidy little fold about their breasts just bubbling up and boiling over with only a hair clip separating me from that heaven. 

Now here's what happens to me in such situations.  Inside I feel like a total pervert.  I feel like a spy who's been batting for the other team the whole time while pretending to be a comrade.  I darted for the Jacuzzi room and was taken aback by the sheer elegance and comfort I walked into. Laid out before me was this sunlit room with classical music and lounge chairs with naked women lounging on them.  I would not have been surprised if at any minute cherub's were to enter the room swooping and diving with ribbons of pink silk preparing for Aphrodite's entrance via clam shell ascension from the whirlpools.  To my right was a wall of saunas where this lady and what I assume was her daughter (maybe 16) in their towels punching codes or whatever into the control pad on the outside of the entrance.  It was impossible not to feel like a complete perv then.  This girl was hardly wearing the towel!  YIKES!  No thanks.  I don't need to see that.
The sun lounge then led me to Three giant (when I say giant I mean at least ten people VERY comfortably) hot tubs tiled in white separated from the sun room by a large set of fancy tile steps.  As I broached this area avoiding eye contact with a gorgeous naked Asian woman I noticed a grey sign set on a brass pole like you would see at the movie theater.  This sign listed the spa house rules, like how you must shower with soap before entering the hot tubs and how women under the age of 17 were NOT allowed into the whirlpools without swimsuits as it is state law. 
So moseyed on down to the shower and got all squeaky and shiny and headed for the Jacuzzis.  I was concerned for a moment about being naked in front of all these pretentious betties, but then I decided they where just as curious about what I had going on under my towel as I was.  So I just set my suit on the bench, dropped the towel, inhaled a deep, relaxing breath and headed for the only unoccupied whirlpool of the three. 

  It was heavenly.  No one dared get in with the violet haired, tattooed girl.  I floated around like I was a fucking princess.  My pink and violet locks swirled about my head like Medusa's snakes.  The bubbles where the only thing separating my nudity from theirs.  I let the jets pound out my muscle aches and pains from working like a man all week and stared at my toes wiggling against the muted sage mint colored water.  I hung out till the jets stopped and I could figure out where the damn controls were.  It really was special I say. 

  If I am a woman in this life as a lesson for being a womanizer in my past life, then I laugh in the face of fate.  I am now in on the secret lair of the woman and I'm never leaving.

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Dark water

Gleaming in the depths
sighted from on deck
my shadow cast on the waves
it's light shone right where my shadow heart lies
It could just be an illusion, a farce
yet is there such a thing as linear life?
I dive in again and again
reveling in the cool bubbles swirling around my thighs
the bottoms of my feet
beacons to passing ships
as I fight the current
sinking toward nothing

This place

Dreaming of you,

bouncing in slow motion,

my whole body rocking,
up and down.

Inside me fires have been lit.

I feel myself twisting in my seat.

There is  nowhere for this heat to go.

It fills me, I will burst if you look my way.

Flushing and swelling, my blood running fast,

I can hear it in my thighs, rushing, like lava.

I am part of everything and everything is my dream

In this place I am helpless to wanting to help myself.

Here and there

At my desk, looking at girls.  So many beautiful girls to see here. I want him under my desk. Under my clothes.  Under my skin.  I am stretching the fabric. Filling my underthings with the visions flashing in my mind.  Touch me there.  Breathe me in.  Slide your hands into my world. Roll me over and press my face into the cushion of the booth.  Kissing my panties and holding me thrumming and alive.  I want a swing, a see saw, a glove, a paddle.  I want you to tear the shower curtain off and pull my wet naked body out like a looter in a riot.  Run with me.  Your prize for the taking. Your grip on my hips. Pull me to your body and let me feel your powers.  Push my wrists into the mattress and smell my neck. Remember my body flashing in the light of the street lamps.  Feel my heart pounding into yours.  I will take you down too. Let your hold tighten and your hardness dominate.  I feel the ringing of a million tiny bells surging in my center. I am the one exploding silently in the corner. My petals fall away into a river of heat.  I burn the covers with my sweltering force. Pour your words into this vessel.  It is endless and eternal.  It is forever and ever, a need without end.

My sights set on you

I'm squirming in my chair thinking of her.  Her soft skin, cursive lines and sexy demeanor.  I dream of her tied up to a chair naked, waiting for me to please her.  Her arms are tied to the back of the chair with her legs, hips and torso free.  She doesn't know what I intend to do with her.  We are in a dimly lit, warm room draped in deep reds and velvet textures. The same fabric I used to blindfold her lovely eyes.  She loves me, trusts me, so I tied her to the chair.  She wanted it.  She is far away from the real world here with me.  I love her and I trust her so I did what she asked of me.  Her toes are flat against the floor and her heels held high.  The arches of her feet call to me.  She is so inviting. I've thought about what I wanted to do with her already of course.  I've thought of it over and over while all alone in the house. 
         I will wash her here in the chair blindfolded. I have my basin full of soapy water and a carafe of clean water.  They are just the right temperature so that she won't get cold or scalded.  I have a large swatch of terry cloth dipped in the soapy water basin.  I lift it out at her feet slowly so she can hear the water and know its coming.  I begin with her feet and am careful not to tickle them.  I then move quickly up her ankles and legs so beautiful and curvaceous.  I squeeze the warm soapy water out of the rag all over her belly.  The bubbles slide down to her thighs and then pool beneath her pussy in the chair. What a heavenly place to swim I would think.  I proceed to her breasts heavy and waiting.  Her nipples harden and her mouth opens slightly at the warmth of the rag.  I unfold the rag and lay it across her round, heaving tits.  I then pull the rag up towards her neck slowly watching the wet, hot terry cloth lift her breasts up, and drag her nipples pressing them all hard against her aureoles.  As I'm doing this I lean forward and envelope her lower lip between mine.  I lightly suck it and run my tongue across it to let her know how good it's going to get.  I wring the warm water from the rag and it washes over her body as I'm kissing her.  I bend over her lap to soak the rag again letting my breasts lay on the top of her thigh as it absorbs afresh.  I bunch up the rag and press it between her thighs forcing her legs open.
       Her chest is out, her back arched and head back.  She is so fucking sexy.  I cannot imagine how I've managed to hold back this desire for so long.  I lift the carafe of clean, hot water and pour it down her whole body from her shoulders to her feet, all the while pressing my finger tips against her clit through the cloth.  I put two fingertips together and swirl them in slow circles making her quiver and moan.  I get on my knees before her and kiss her breast softly lingering over her nipples and sucking them hard.  I pour more clean, hot water down her body, but this time it's starting just above the cloth at her cunt.  The rag swells and swirls in my hand ticking the folds of her pussy and making her wet and wanton.  I lay my head against her thigh resting my chin against the wet rag and kiss her belly.  The movement of my chin presses against her and makes her writhe in the chair.  She tries to scoot forward.  She's desperate for more pressure there.
       I remove the rag slowly so as to let the loops of terry cloth all wet and warm follow her labia and run along the curve of her bell.  She spreads her legs wide out to either side of the chair, and then with her pretty feet arched and a perfectly sexy pout on her lips she says "Please, please kiss it."   I press my face with my mouth closed on her pussy and proceed to slowly let out my tongue.  I flatten it wide and cover all her folds with it.  I press just right and slowly lick upward torturing her and pleasing her all at the same time.  I kiss her beautiful cunt adoringly.  I am so excited now.  I am wet and my ass is high in the air as I eat her body and soul.  She is moaning and breathing as I lap at her pussy like it's cool ice cream on a sweltering afternoon.  She is so frustrated wanting to touch me.  I slide my right hand under her ass and push my thumb inside.  Contracting and quaking muscles shiver all around as I push further and deeper in slowly.  She cries out soft and eager at this.  I flatten my tongue against her sex again nice and wide licking up and down while I gradually pull out my soaking wet digit.  Her nipples are begging me to suck and pinch them.
    I raise my head up and press my pulsing pussy against her left knee.  She rubs it up and down against my mound.
           Like her, my whole body is wet and I am going to come.  I am brimming with desire to cry out and come all over her leg.  I press my pointer finger slightly on her wet asshole and slide it up and down while pounding her cunt with my fat thumb.  She is whining and crying out to me.  "Melissa I am going to come all over your fucking hand."  I fiendishly gyrate my hips against her leg and feel the impending orgasm through my cunt.  "Come for me sweet girl, come all over my hand so I can feel your hot cunt explode."  "There is nothing I want more than to hear your little voice while you have the best fucking orgasm of your life." 
        All her quaking muscles tremor and jolt around my thumb as she humps the base of my palm.  I feel the hot, sweet come ebbing from her as mine surges from me down her shin.  I slide down her with my pussy exploding and catch her juices in my mouth.  I lap at it and drink it all down while having the most incredible orgasm.  It's the best fucking pussy on earth and it's in my mouth.  My legs are crossed around her ankle with my ass sitting on the top her foot still surging with spasms from my earth shaking orgasm. We rest for a while in post orgasmic bliss. We will clean up and take a nap together. I love her and she loves me and we will always be good friends.


It is so obvious
I cannot hide
I wear it all over me like a clinging wet gown.
Scallops of translucent fabric
swoop from thigh to thigh
like trapeze artists
taunting the edge of life.
Traveling light and free
the water of desire cool and fluid
runs along each curve
like sneaking snakes
slithering off to hide in my folds.
Will I be tormented this way
for all my days on this Earth?
Is it a gift, or a curse?
Floating around in Melissa
feeling weightless and bright.

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Come on girl

Plays my secret keys by hammer strike
all to itself
sways from side to side starring out the window
rain in rivulets reveal the outside world in convex reverse
My slippery song sung
with come hither curl of finger
 has called and lured it
 in slowly
entering me
exhalation breathing in bass lines
Pretty girl in her underwear
swears in it's ears
Ven aqui
y aqui
otra vez
otra vez
mi amor
Yo le comere vivo

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Sinister curves

She's standing in her panties all soft and smooth.  I am ignited when I notice the contrast of the fabric against her skin.  Tracing the indention line down the middle of her back leading my eyes to the curvature of her undeniably gorgeous ass,  her eyes meet mine and the butterflies escape some secret chamber in my heart and flit about like bandits in my brain.  While I move closer I see the submission in her countenance already, yet she never loses the evidence of her ferocity inside.  I start with her mouth.  Oh this is a lovely place. They are twin rubies of velvet waiting for me to taste them softly with my own.  I lightly touch them with my fingers sliding over to her jaw line in utter adoration at such living artwork.  I run my hands from the nape of her neck down her back, forward to her hips and ending at her thighs.   I get on my knees before her and squeeze them causing her nipples to tighten and peak.  I look up to her face framed between her pendulous breasts and press my cheek to her soft pelvis.  I slowly rise slightly dragging the sides of my lips along her abdomen up between her simmering hills of flesh.  I bury my face in her neck and breathe in deep all her secrets and quickly make mental notes.  Our breasts touch and our nipples make contact.  There is such electricity moving in invisible waves between our bodies.  I kiss her neck slowly and softly and tell her she's mine.  My hands cup her hips, my fingers slide around to find the lacy waistline of her panties.  Her thin white panties are so frail and inept to withstand the pressure of my advancing knee.  She is smoking fucking hot.  I cannot wait a moment longer to taste her and make her writhe in my wake.  My warm, wet tongue enters her mouth slowly and we linger in a kiss so perfect, flawless and delectable.  She is delicious and ready.  She walks over to the velvet armchair and sits down with her back arched and breasts begging to be sucked and bitten lightly.  I spread her legs apart and drape each one on either side of the arms of the chair.  I take her breasts in my hands and squeeze feverishly.  I look into her eyes and unfurl my tongue to the tips of her nipples.  I suck each one drunkenly.  In love with one, then the other.  I release my grip and they bounce and boil over at me.  I lap at them, lick them, suck them and delight in them in every way possible. She writhes at my breasts pressed against her inner thighs.  I proceed to lick and suck her ribs and belly running my hands along her calves and up her legs.  I kiss her inner thighs and she raises her hips offering herself to me.  I graze the thin barrier between my mouth and her pussy with warm exhale.  She rises once more pushing the crotch of her panties to my mouth and I give her a little bite and quickly pull away making her whimper and moan in frustration.  I hover over this sweet spot and gently pull them aside.  I kiss the roof softly and press my open mouth to her lips and exhale slow and deep.  My tongue slides up from the underneath of her button slowly then back down wetting her treasures of heaven for me to indulge. She is breathing harder now and she proceeds to drape her legs over my shoulders.  I flatten my tongue against her slit and run it up and down slowly tasting the salty fluid ebbing from her aching cunt.  She arches her back in response and I rip off her panties and dive in.  Her hands are on my head, fingers pulling my hair while pressing my mouth harder against her pussy.  My panties are soaking wet and white hot. My nipples are rock hard and ready for attention.  I pull her off the chair and lay myself down on my back.  I pull her toward me on her knees smiling.  She mounts my face.  As I devour her sweet pussy I look up to see her bottom lips between her teeth and eyes heavy beneath swooping lashes.  She grinds herself on my mouth and I explore her with my thumb.  She begins to rock her hips up and down bouncing on it swooning.  Her head is thrown back and her hair spills down her body like flames licking the sky.  She begins to quake and I am ready to taste her flooding eruption.  She lowers herself down to the ground on all fours and rides my mouth hard.  Spasms and twitches vibrate at higher frequency and I feel the walls of her sweet cunt contract against the pressure of my come soaked thumb.  She lets out a squeal and smothers me with sinister curves and succulent gushes.  Her shuddering body lays over me and our breasts touch once again moving in time with one another.  She looks down at me smiling and kisses my eyelids while stroking my hair.  She is all I can see and I am falling apart in her be continued.

Dangerously soaked in sackcloth

Pulsing drum of the heart generates a soundtrack for the rushing escape to him.
I steal furtive sidelong glances from across the room.
When his gaze meets mine a compressed fountain of blood explodes inside my chest causing my face to flush.
I feel those eyes on my back as they grace my shoulder blades.
I unfurl my onyx wings to heaven at his advance.
His hair curls around my fingers like tendrils of sackcloth begging to be stroked.
His slumbering lashes plunge me deeper into this brimming river of desire.
Dawns first light threatens us to no avail.
Tangled tongue and lips intermingle with earth-shattering bass.
We will never come back ever..

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