Salacious thoughts, visual stimulation's & absurd mutterings. Sometimes from the edge of reality, at times from outside the lines of fantasy.
Friday, October 29, 2010
Monday, October 25, 2010
Saturday, October 16, 2010
Friday, October 15, 2010
Monday, October 11, 2010
Friday, October 8, 2010
porn for friday - rope
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Friday, October 1, 2010
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
Sunday, September 26, 2010
salacious sunday - [bundle]
A bundle of myrrh is my well-beloved unto me; he shall lie all night betwixt my breasts.
~Song of Solomon - 1:13
Saturday, September 25, 2010
Friday, September 24, 2010
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
Monday, September 20, 2010
Sunday, September 19, 2010
salacious sunday - [of being prim & proper]
We bumped into each other at the kitchen doorway. I grabbed her tits, loose under the over sized shirt she wore. Her eyes widened and she drew a sharp breath.
"What are you going to do to stop me from pinching your nipples harder?"
"Tell you I love you"
I let go. A proper response to a proper response.
"What are you going to do to stop me from pinching your nipples harder?"
"Tell you I love you"
I let go. A proper response to a proper response.
Thursday, September 16, 2010
fall for me
...grey skies & rain today. The cold tendrils of Winter have started to reach out, seeking purchase. It's grip will not latch permanently for a few more weeks but you can feel it in the air. Autumn is the best time for us. Warm days, cool nights. The shadows have changed as the sun has slowly slipped from it's Summer path directly overhead. The days are shorter, the air is less dense. There is a sense of urgency amongst the wildlife. Geese are everywhere. Honking delta's overhead, flocked in numbers in freshly harvested fields. We can snuggle. Once again, I can press my cock against the cool soft surface of her ass. I can cup her breast and softly roll a nipple betwixt my finger and thumb. She will purr and push against me and fall asleep. Autumn is the best time for us...
Sunday, September 12, 2010
salacious sunday - [the psalms]
Saturday, September 11, 2010
Friday, September 10, 2010
Thursday, September 9, 2010
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
12 steps - 11 [seek]
Friday, June 18, 2010
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
point of view
From this
straddled above her head
in the darkness of the room
knees pressing indents into
the soft flesh of her arms.
Pink lips, full & soft
Flickering tongue
She is all that I am
Sunday, June 6, 2010
salacious sunday - [unclean]
Friday, June 4, 2010
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
titillating tuesday - ignorance is pleasure
Women who despise their own body assume a submissive position, and are therefore much less likely to stand up against the culture that tells them that their breasts are to be always hidden, and are only to be used for their mate's pleasure.
~unknown author (random internet search)
~unknown author (random internet search)
Monday, May 31, 2010
Sunday, May 30, 2010
salacious sunday - [of whores & wickedness]
Do not prostitute thy daughter, to cause her to be a whore; lest the land fall to whoredom, and the land become full of wickedness.
~Leviticus 19:29
Saturday, May 29, 2010
mine
mine to hold
yours to behold
mine to use
mine to abuse
yours to amuse
mine to touch, kiss & fuck
mine to please
yours to tease
mine for the rest of time
Friday, May 28, 2010
Thursday, May 27, 2010
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
the sun is a light bulb
Day eight. I wish the nights would revolve as quickly as the days. Sleep evades me, keeping just out of reach, like a hummingbird at a flower. I miss her breathing, her warmth against my arm, my shoulder, my thigh. The absence of voices hang between these walls and presses down like a blanket. Television does nothing to dispel the loneliness.
Music calms the waters of my soul yet leaves behind little ripples of emptiness. Her distant voice is the shore of my longing.
Monday, May 24, 2010
Sunday, March 7, 2010
12 steps - 9.
Made direct amends to such people wherever possible, except when to do so would injure them or others.
Is it too late for a refund?
Saturday, March 6, 2010
protection
Twitter now asks 'what's happening?" instead of "What are your doing?" Apparently the latter was too intrusive.
God give us the strength to protect you from yourself.
Monday, March 1, 2010
Saturday, February 13, 2010
12 steps - 8. amends
Should I make amends for all the things I've done?
For all my sins & transgressions;
should I get on my knees and ask for compassion?
To spill forth my penitence upon her soft white breasts.
Worship at her temple.
Sunday, February 7, 2010
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
12 steps - 7. humbly ask to remove my shortcomings
She sobbed into her clenched fists, the pillow scrunched up against her face. Passion consumed the room and flayed across her bare buttocks, red, raw and intense. Her skin was so soft. Her smell acute and piercing like the wild aroma of a meadow in the middle of Spring.
As I struck her again, and the sound of the leather belt ricocheted around the confines of the bedroom, the walls glared down at us like silent sentinels to bare witness of the transgressions being played out before them.
Friday, January 29, 2010
Sunday, January 24, 2010
salacious sunday - the psalms
My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?
Why are you so far from helping me, and from the words of my groaning?
~The Psalms 22: 1-2
Why are you so far from helping me, and from the words of my groaning?
~The Psalms 22: 1-2
Friday, January 22, 2010
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
ignorance II
"What the hell do I want to go to a place like Mombasa?"
"I'm sort of scared about going out there, but the wife is really nervous. I just see myself in a pot of boiling water with all these natives dancing around me."
-Mel Lastman, (former) Mayor of Toronto
Sunday, January 17, 2010
strange days.
It has been a strange month. Winter has not been able to wrap it's cold arms around this city. The snow that fell as the new year unfolded with the turn of the calendar page, has all but melted leaving behind patches of brown tinted grass. Like a sleeping cat that does not like to be woken, the lawn is slowly turning green. It just does't seem right. At this time of year, the world should be monotones of white, grey, ash and brown. Now colour has grudgingly made an appearance.
It's not even cold. I remember January as the desolate month. The frigid month. After all the excesses of Christmas has been packed away for another year. After the reality of our carelessness and reckless over-indulgence has set in as evident by the expected rise in health club memberships and suicides. After all the credit cards come calling and the number preceding the decimal point in your bank statement seems to be missing a digit or two - January is forsaken and somber. Like a drunk who has just woken up from his last bender. Days so cold when plumes of steam belch from car exhaust pipes to hang like shrouds in the air so brittle I feel I could reach out and snap it. Some call it global warming, some call it a natural cycle. It's difficult to argue with either. But between the pestilences, the wars, the poverty and famines. Earthquakes, floods, volcanic eruptions and disease. There is an impending sensation that things are building up to a climax. Strange days indeed.
It's not even cold. I remember January as the desolate month. The frigid month. After all the excesses of Christmas has been packed away for another year. After the reality of our carelessness and reckless over-indulgence has set in as evident by the expected rise in health club memberships and suicides. After all the credit cards come calling and the number preceding the decimal point in your bank statement seems to be missing a digit or two - January is forsaken and somber. Like a drunk who has just woken up from his last bender. Days so cold when plumes of steam belch from car exhaust pipes to hang like shrouds in the air so brittle I feel I could reach out and snap it. Some call it global warming, some call it a natural cycle. It's difficult to argue with either. But between the pestilences, the wars, the poverty and famines. Earthquakes, floods, volcanic eruptions and disease. There is an impending sensation that things are building up to a climax. Strange days indeed.
Friday, January 15, 2010
ignorance
-Brandy Creekmore (How pornography harms society)
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
spit or swallow
We must forever question
our values
our morals
our purpose
our beginning
the end?
or is this the start of a new adventure
Which direction should we set our sails
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
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