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

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.

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]

He who has clean hands and a pure heart;
who has not lifted up his soul to falsehood,
and has not sworn deceitfully.
He shall receive a blessing from God
righteousness from the God of his salvation.
~Psalms 24: 5-6

Friday, September 10, 2010

porn for friday - spanks

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Tuesday, September 7, 2010

12 steps - 11 [seek]


Seek through prayer and meditation to improve your conscious contact with God as we understand Him, praying only for knowledge of His will for us and the power to carry that out.

Wednesday, June 16, 2010

point of view



From this vantage point
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 13, 2010

Sunday, June 6, 2010

salacious sunday - [unclean]

Leviticus 15, chapter18: The woman also with whom man shall lie with seed of copulation, they shall both bathe themselves in water, and be unclean until the even.



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)

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

Wednesday, May 26, 2010

the sun is a light bulb


The sun has burned away the clouds again. It's getting ready to sear the earth for yet another day. I think this is the third day in a row where temperatures have peaked above 26C. It's too early for this.
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.

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.

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

salacious sunday - the psalms


Surely goodness and loving kindness shall follow me all the days of my life,
~The Psalms 23: 6

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.

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


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. 

salacious sunday - trois




The fruit of the spirit is love, joy and peace.
~Galatians, 5:22

Friday, January 15, 2010

ignorance



The question is, in a society run by sex due to porn how do we raise up our sons to respect women when women are viewed as objects of lust? How do we teach our daughters to respect themselves when their views of themselves are physical and if they do not look a certain way and submit to men and their fantasies?
-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