Sunday, March 22, 2009

salacious sunday - the psalms


Therefore my heart is glad, and my tongue rejoices.
My body shall also dwell in safety
Psalms, 16:9

Sunday, March 15, 2009

salacious sunday - speaking in tongues

For if I pray in a tongue, my spirit prays, but my mind is unfruitful. 
So what shall I do?
I will pray with my spirit, but I will also pray with my mind;
I will sing with my spirit, but I will also sing with my mind.
1 Corinthians, 14:15
















As in all the congregations of the saints, women should remain silent in the churches. They are not allowed to speak, but must be in submission, as the Law says
1 Corinthians, 33:34

Thursday, March 12, 2009

habit

The alarm clock warbled to life at the exact instance that my finger slipped into her cunt. She gasped. The darkness pressed down around us like a sheet. She pushed the edge of the comforter down and pulled her night dress up. Warm sinuous liquid flowed between my fingers. Her body stretched taut and I dipped my head towards her breast. Her engorged nipple fit perfectly between my teeth. I bit down and a groan escaped her lips. She pushed her breasts into my face. I slipped another finger inside her.

Last night she lay her head upon my lap as I settled myself next to her on the couch. She stroked my cock into erection, flicking her tongue across the creases of my foreskin. And when she was satisfied by it's hardness she slurped my length into her warm mouth. She sucked, she stroked, she rubbed and she nibbled. She licked the engorged head sending rivulets of pleasure down to my feet. I curled my toes and stretched as she slid her tongue up and down the glistening shaft. She pursed her lips and suckled the tip with a tantalizing rhythm that drummed a melody of longing along my scrotum. She moaned as the first drops of pre-cum trickled into her mouth. And when I finally climaxed, shooting bursts of my cum into her eager mouth, she stroked every ounce from me with her lips wrapped tight around my spasming member.

And as I closed my eyes in the dying throes of my climax, I traveled back to another day, another instance when she performed her craft of eroticism and passion in much the same manner. I remembered well patting her swollen cheek as my cock pressed against the inside of her mouth. The way her teeth grated ever so gently against the soft tissue along the underside. The way she swallowed my load as if it was life itself.

She is a habit that is hard to break

Sunday, March 8, 2009

salacious sunday - the psalms



Yahweh, who shall dwell in your sanctuary?
Who shall live on your holy hill?
~The Psalms 15:1

Tuesday, March 3, 2009

clean canvas

McDonald's claims to have a fresh cracked egg in every Egg McMuffin. What did they use before?

It is -18C. Wind chill factors are flirting with -30C. The cold has wrapped itself around the house and reached it's icy tendrils into the bed. I have managed to warm a small section under the covers with precious body heat. It's comfortable as long as I don't move my legs.

Tonight will be different. Tonight she will warm my bed for me. I will smile at her squeals as I do my rounds around the house. There will be hair to nestle into. Skin of her neck to breathe into. Soft breasts to cup. Nipples will prod gently into my palms. She will snuggle tight against my chest. I will press my cock against her ass and dribble on her. Marking my territory.

After two weeks, her skin will be white, pure, unmarred. Like a fresh canvas for an artist, she will lay her body before me for my perplexing creativity. Understood by so very few, accepted by less yet, I will perform and she will indulge.

For I am hers and she is mine. Within the darkness of my mind, she will hold the candle and we will dance, the dance macabre of perversions and the deviant. Flickering shadows bound forever, together.

Sunday, March 1, 2009

salacious sunday - proverbs 3:15












She is more precious than rubies:
and all the things thou canst desire are not to be compared unto her.