I want to be blindfolded. Take away my ability to know what is coming next. To prepare for that which is about to happen. Make me wet wondering what you are doing and ache to know where you will touch me next.
Don't tie me up. I can't stand not being able to touch, to take. I can't give you that kind of control. I need to be able to move and to grind. I need my hands free to explore your body and my legs free to wrap around you.
Give me another woman to taste. Let me know the softness of her kiss and the slope of her curves. Let her lap up my honey while I stroke her silky hair. Watch as our legs intertwine and hips sway to the slow dance of lust.
Give me another man to fuck. Push me on all fours and take me from behind as I take his cock into my mouth. Wonder which cock I am enjoying more. Let him pin me down while you have your way with me. Switch up and see how much I can take.
Don't fall in love with me. Fall in love with being with me. Enjoy the time, crave the connection. The sex can be slow and tender. Thoughtful and sugar sweet. The laughter and easy conversation part of the whole. My legs in your lap and my heart in your hands.
I want to spend time with you. Locked away from the world and the cares. To do naughty things in corners and on counters. To walk around naked and bare and fuck as I please. Wake me up with your hard cock demanding attention. Let me bring you breakfast in bed.
Take me to lakes where I can strip down and dive in. Take me to mountains where I can climb to the top after I've climbed into you. Take me to parties and show me off to your friends. Take me home. Take me to bed. Let me take you to heaven.
Take control of me. Give me your trust and I will give you my submission. Orchestrate with confidence. I want you to tell me. Tell me in a whisper or tell me in a growl. I don't want choices. I don't want you to hesitate. Know what I need. Give me what you've got.
Give me a chance to strip for you. A chair in the middle of the room and slinky, sultry, songs. Clothing removed layer by layer revealing straps and satin and silk. My ass rubbing against your crotch and your hands full of my tits. Skin and soul exposed and offered up.
Give me.
Take from me.
I want....you.
44 have whispered back:
Mmmm, my Drean Girl! How is it you know what desires lurk within me? Happy New Year Sugar!
You are absolutely divine.
XOXOX,
Far away
Oh my GOD honey, where have you been all my life?
Wonderful. As always.
Don't fall in love with me. Fall in love with being with me.
Oh yes.
You do such a good job of making me want to be there--to be you or to be her would be divine.
Love the images. And I think you explained perfectly why I would not want to be tied up, but blindfolded would be just fine.
damn
the perfect woman.
Badside, I know because those same desires lurk inside of me. Naughty minds indeed think alike. Happy 2009 to you my friend.
XX
Far Away, thank you pretty girl. The same to you!
XX
L., busy reading you that's where. My name is Secret and I am a Melted Candy addict.
XX
Kyra, it would take an awfully strong man to tie me up. Makes me squirmy even thinking about it. Then again, I love being made to feel uneasy. Happy New Year to you my friend. We need to make having that drink together a must in 2009.
XX
Sage, well there are a few men in my life that would argue that. I've been called a pain in the ass as many times as I have been called perfect.
XX
We do indeed, sweet thing.
Okay, you have got me slayed - I want to be with you!!!
And here we are at last...
Amidst all the desire, the sweat, the cock and pussy pounding into each other, the pain and pleasure, the utter sexual essence of being who and what you want to be with a man of your own choosing...
To become something you are not, but you will try because it's in your spirit, to shout it to the heavens and keep a secret in your soul, to spread your legs and open wide your spirit for all the world to see and embrace...
Through all of that, I see the truth in a Secret...
She dreams.
She romances her sexual spirit,that stance in life approaching the kind of perfection referred to above me...
You hold close to your heart and aside your loving wetness what I always say, honey...
...we are what we dream.
Kyra, personally I liked the Vegas idea.
XX
Get8More, welcome to my pocket darlin. Now get cozy and let me make you a cocktail.
XX
Ronjazz, shhhhh don't go giving away all of my secrets. We wouldn't want these lovely people to think I've got a softer side now would we? ;-) I'd rather show it to the people who truly get me. Now if the rest of you will excuse us, Ron and I need some alone time.
XX
Yes, please! All of the above. Just lovely.
i can easily imagine falling in love with being with you...and doing all things you mentioned...and more.
It is a subtle pleasure possessing not only the body of a beautiful, strong-willed woman, but also her mind and soul. There are quiet ways of making that she has no choice. Telling the waiter, 'And the lady would have . . .' And then feeding her the appetizer that had been ordered. Invading her space more than Mulder did Scully's while out on the town.
It sounds like an all-consuming affair. Moments stolen from the mundane world. Cock buried deep into female flesh. Tongue licking hidden folds. Whimpers and cries in the night. Screams of passion in the middle of the afternoon. What stories could be read in the twisted damp sheets.
I would enjoy watching you with another woman. Pleasuring each other with lips, tongue, and fist. Knowing that when you laid back thinking that you might take a breather, I would be spreading your legs for my rampant cock.
The one thing that I do not know if I could do. Sooner or later I would long to take away all control from you. A bit of hemp, or polished leather and brass. The choices are endless.
I would have to balance the pleasure of seeing you helpless, tied to the bed, with the fear of not having you by my side.
"Don't fall in love with me. Fall in love with being with me."
That is the essence of my being. I love the way you verbalized it.
Mmmmm You have me so hot. How about you put on those boots, I'll blindfold you and then we can play "who's has a screaming orgasm first?"
This is new, something I haven't seen before here. There is a tenderness here that didn't exist in your words before. Subtle, but still there.
Don't fall in love with me. Fall in love with being with me.
Fucking brilliant. :)
That sums it up just about perfectly, right there.
Distracted, you're so easy. That's what I like about you of course.
XX
Max, you know me...I always, always, want more. Bring it baby.
XX
Single One, it's not in my nature to admit that I am intrigued by the charms of some man. To act interested and beg for attention. My mother taught me that the fastest way to get a man is to play hard to get. I've already broken my own rule by telling you that you've turned my head. I'll break another one now by begging you for more.
XX
P.S. But don't let it go to your head.
Fury, you're on! It would be my pleasure to beat you at your own game.
XX
EZ, oh come on! Do I need to block you from my blog too? Really, you guys are ruining my well earned reputation.
XX
Ms. I, it seems we took the same course in Compartmentalization. Heartbreakers we are ;-)
XX
Happy New Year to us!
xoxo
LOL, A. I still love your style of writing.
Perfect in every way. Happy 2009 to you, Secret...
Just give, but don't take.
You sweet little thing, the rest of the story is here
XOXOXO,
Far Away
I look at you across the rehearsal dinner table. You are looking beautiful tonight. Your eyes were bright and twinkling, a smile on your lips. An attractive bride's maid dress that fits your figure perfectly.
I'm excited too. I love being with you. The long walks in the forest. Skinny dipping. Late night talks at the Driftwood Coffee Shop. Your whimpers as I bury my cock deep within your body. I love watching your face as you climax. I am going to risk your laugh, your tight body, your hand in mine, all that by taking you someplace that I don't know if you are willing to go.
I look into your eyes and jerk my head towards the door as I get out of the chair. You smile, nod, and you follow my lead. We ran into the bride and groom on the way to the door. They are a lovely couple that we have known for years. I shake his hand while you gave her a not quite chaste kiss. I'm not surprised. Your torrid love affair with the bride had been the talk of the town for months, and I know that you two are still thick as thieves. Me, I’d been in too many bar fights with the groom. Sometimes I was by his side, sometimes I was the one trying to beat the shit out of the SOB.
I am a little envious when the ring bearer, a young lad of maybe 4 years of age who stopped us by grabbing your skirt. You stop and bend down to talk with him, giving him the attention that I crave. He did not know where his mommy was. You comfort him and take his hand. We walk him back to his mother. You showed tenderness helping some kid that you do not know. Some would say, out of character, but I know better. You are a strong woman, both in body and will. AND you are quite self assured. A strong, self-assured woman is a sexy woman. However, you understand that being tender, being kind, from a position of strength does not mark you as being weak. There is a lioness in there.
When we get to our hotel room, your eyes go wide looking down at the leather cuffs and ropes lying dark against the white chenille bedspread. You glance up at me for a moment, then look back at the bed, a sheen of nervous sweat on your forehead, your bosom.
I go behind you, and quickly unzip your dress and push it down off your shoulders. It catches for a moment on your arms. You glance down at the dress, unaware of my act, then lower your arms and let it fall, pooling at your feet. I pull you into my arms for a hard kiss, a hand in your tresses holding your head still as I rape your mouth with my tongue, nibble under your ear. When I release you, you lick your lips, a nervous habit you have. But the trust is in your eyes again. The fear is still be there, the discomfort about being vulnerable.
I half drag, half lead you to the bed and roughly push you down on it. It is rather a struggle getting the cuffs wrapped around your wrists and ankles. And the squirming did not stop as the ropes went taut, stretching you, making you helpless. My eyes devour you, your trim body half covered by the basque you had worn that day, the white hose still covering your legs. Your skin is shiny from sweat, your breathing shallow and quick from a bit of fear. I cup a breast, slipped my finger between your folds. The nips were little hard nubbins, your were already wet.
I lift your head up and put a blindfold over your eyes.
As you struggle and squirm, I strip. You freeze for a moment when I claim a nipple with my lips. When I suck on your clit and invade your secrets with two fingers, your hips arching up driving my fingers that much deeper into you.
I pull my fingers out and present them for you to lick and clean. The groom slowly pushes open the closet door and steps out. To say ‘cock rampant’ would be an understatement.
I backed up a step or two as he climbed up onto the bed. A moment later, his latex covered cock is buried hilt deep into your cunt. Your answering gasp is music to my ears. The ancient rhythm of thrust and arch, whimper and slap of wet skin against wet skin was heard in that room.
A bit later, my own rampant cock by your soft lips, you first gave it a lick, and start to suck on it when you froze, another cock ramming deep into your cunt. The realization that two cocks were present, that two men were pleasuring themselves with your body, hit. You opened your mouth wide and sucked my dick deep into your mouth.
Too few moments later, a male shout of pleasure , and he collapses on top of you, his cock sliding out of you.
A short cuddle and the groom got up off of the bed and headed for the bathroom. Five minutes, and he was dressed and heading out the door.
After the groom left, I gave it a couple of moments before taking off the blind fold. You blinked a couple of times before looking up at me. What were you going to say?
Re: Your comments of 31 Dec.
Madam
Playing hard to get may be a successful tactic when you can augment it with other flirting behavior. A light touch on the hand, a smile. The subtle indications of interest that are impossible with e-mail or blog comments.
I welcome your interest, and I am happy to provide you anything that I can.
I remain your servant,
SingleOne
P.S. Please excuse me if I say, 'Too late!' 8#)
Brilliant! It’s amazing how you capture the essence of a true woman – your words written by a true woman. You continue to amaze me at every turn. I know what I want – there is no doubt. You don’t need to ask twice!
Sheesh, you don't want much, do you...
Nevertheless, if I can help out in any way, you know where to find me. ;)
My first visit to your blog.
Delicious.
I love this entry.
So much of this is what I feel, but I could never say it with such eloquence.
Thank you for saying it for me.
PS - FUCKING HAWT.
Don't fall in love with me. Fall in love with being with me.
Brilliant. Yes, two perfect sentences in another perfectly luscious post.
this is poetry
My first timer to drop by. seems you have a large following and it is no wonder. Great writing. I'll be back often
I long to give you everything you want.
Max
Really, really nice. This is one of your very best. You do know how to hook me!
Rae, indeed! I have a feeling 2009 will be erotically decadent for both of us.
XX
Phil, hey stranger! Missed ya.
XX
BND, and the same to you handsome. Let's see what 2009 brings us.
XX
Leon Basin, welcome to my pocket Sir. Cocktail?
XX
Far Away, oh thank god...be right there.
XX
Single One, brilliant. Such a shame that kind of passion is buried in a comments section. Come out and play with me.
XX
Unbroken, I'm glad you liked it. Anything to perk you up ;-)
XX
Marianne, if I could be there I would. In a heartbeat.
XX
The Other Woman, welcome to my pocket pretty thing. Get cozy.
XX
Maxie, thank you sweetie. It all sounds kind of rambling and greedy to me. Then again that sort of sums me up.
XX
Nitebyrd, awww thanks. Means a lot to me coming from you. Kisses.
XX
Lydia, thank you.
XX
Southern Swinger, seems I remember you from before. Did you go by a different name perhaps? Anyway, thanks for coming over.
XX
Max, well handsome then that is perfect really. Because I long for you.
XX
Riff, that's because I stick to the sex. So please, I beg of you, give me some sex.
XX
Madam,
You are Erato, daughter of Zeus and Mnemosyne. Who gives me inspiration to take pen in hand and write.
Thank you for letting me play here.
Single One
"Don't fall in love with me. Fall in love with being with me. Enjoy the time, crave the connection."
These are the words I have thought so often and found so hard to put into words. You have done it beautifully.
Mmmmmmmm....... your sexiness always delivers.
Your words are always so hot. You weren't made for the weak of heart. ;P
My kinda sexy girl~
I confess: I enjoy the yummy unbreakable men, too~
*smiles & luv*
Single One, if a muse is what you need then being your plaything is my pleasure.
XX
Sexy Lil Missus, why welcome darlin. Aren't you just delicious.
XX
Smile 2 Much, unbreakable....I like that. Definitely does it for me. And thanks.
XX
You're a tempting woman, dirty little secret,
You appear in touch with your needs, yet still yearning to explore more corners of yourself. A perfectly alluring plaything for a man who knows when to seduce, and when to dominate.
This was fantastic. I'm so glad I discovered your blog.
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