awestruck: I had been working for Hank Miller for a couple of days. I was on break from college and glad to have the chance to make some money. Hank had a small farm that he mostly worked with summer help. He was a rough hewn country kind of guy around 50. While in the barn, Hank made comment about his prize horse's penis, "Bet ya aint seen one that long before ... have ya city boy." Hank then asked me to follow him around the barn. I obeyed but was surprised by what followed.
Hank - "I need to take a leak boy."
Me - "I'll meet you around front then."
Hank - "Nope. Stay here and keep me company. Besides, I'd like you to see my pecker!" He then reached into his coveralls and pulled out the largest penis I had ever seen and let it hang freely. About 9 inches were hanging out from his zipper. His penis was also very thick - perhaps about slightly less thick than a soda can. He had a long forskin that completely covered his massive cockhead and masculine veins ran along the length of his reddish manhood.
Hank laughed and said, "Well boy, this is the largest cock in the county. I'm sure you haven't seen one this size." Hank then shook his penis up and down standing just 5 feet away from me. I was really surprised that he was really completely flacid. I wondered how big Hank must be when hard.
Hank - "Boy, what do you think of it?"
I blinked still focued on the giant manhood in front of me.
Me stuttering - "Hank, I don't know what to say. It really is big - very impressive."
Hank then pulled back his long forskin revealing the amazing cockhead which appeared to be just under 3 inches. As Hank did this, he let loose a long blast of piss that landed about 2 feet from me. Hank continued to pee for almost 2 minutes while resting his penis in the entire palm of his rough strong gnarled hand. About 5 inches of penis extended past his hand.
Hank periodically spit his tobacco during the 2 minutes that seemed like two hours. As he was finishing up, Hank milked the last bit of urine from his cock by moving his forskin back and forth. He then vigorously shook the "pecker" up and down and stated, "Don't want to leave pecker tracks." As I was watching this unexpected incredible scene, I thought about how Hank's flacid penis was more than twice my erect size of about 4 inches. He really was impressive. Just then Hank said, "I had many a woman and man try to suck this pecker. They come from miles around and none of 'em could take it all." Hank saw my surprised look and continued... "That's right! I'll let a man or women suck my cock. Letting a man suck it don't make me no queer. " With that, he put away his secret weapon and remarked that we should get back to work.

Yowsers: A story written by my girl friend with some basis in truth

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The night air was chilly and the Jacuzzi bubbling softly around us. She looked at him with a seemingly unquenchable hunger in her eyes and the unspoken question hung in the air. It was as if the two of them were in their own little world. She left the silky heat of the water. And he followed. No words were spoken…

I waited a few minutes and came into the house. He and she were kissing passionately in front of the TV that never goes off. He stopped and looked at me, she giggled. I turned off the TV and turned on the stereo to hauntingly beautiful music. He made as if he wanted to say something and I put my hand gently to his lips. “I want to watch you make love to your wife,” I said. He gave that “superior” smile to me, but at this point I didn’t care. She looked at me in astonishment, jaw dropped open. “No hang-ups tonight and no talking- just pleasure between friends. Do you think you can handle that?” I asked. She nodded hesitantly and I sat down on the loveseat, my view unimpeded.

He caressed her face and her eyes widened. His head bent gently around her curvaceous neck and he nibbled softly, slowly. Her eyes seemingly involuntarily closed. His hands rested lightly upon her back, just above her plump buttocks, but they didn’t stay there. One hand strayed below to encircle a butt cheek and squeezed gently to sense the softness, the other hand came up to her neck and leisurely undid the tie holding back her beautiful red hair, it cascaded down her back and he stroked his fingers through it. Her hands were clutching onto him as if she was drowning, not a harsh clutching mind you, but as if one was experiencing a new sensation and unable to believe it was happening.

She let her neck fall backwards and he grasped it in support allowing his fingers to gently massage his intention to pleasure her to the fullest, his lips steadily working around to an ear where he placed his tongue around the outer shell and he dipped and stroked. She whimpered and he pulled back abruptly, she took her hands and placed them at his head and drew him back to her ear.

I watched. I could hear her breathing coming out in short, quiet pants and kind of half smiled. Her hands caressed his back in languorous circles, occasionally grasping a bit of skin when he hit a particularly sensitive section of her ear. I could see that her eyes were still closed and he managed to bring her slowly to the rug without missing a beat. His cheek rubbed lightly against her cheek and their breath intermingled, a soft kiss, another kiss, he drew back a bit and his tongue darted out to trace her lips. Her lips opened a bit and her tongue tip tentatively met his, his lips encircled her tongue and tenderly suckled upon it. He let his lips envelope her tongue and added pressure to deepen the kiss. She opened her mouth a bit wider and he slanted his lips increasing the ability to delve within. Her hands were roving to his buttocks where she grasped a cheek in each hand and kneaded slowly.

sammygirly: One more, a little naughtier...

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You sigh softly and lift a hand to squeeze the bridge of Your nose. It's been a long week and a longer night sitting in front of the computer. Just when You think You have everything under control, something doesn't work and You are stuck for another interminable amount of time trying to fix it...again. Out of the corner of Your eye You see a form enter the room. You can hear the soft whisper of my feet on the floor and You turn with a reserved smile, grateful for my visit, but also very involved with Your work. Your eyes meet my feet first as You turn and a brow lifts when You see they are not bare. Lifting Your gaze slowly up my body, You see my legs are encased in black silk stockings, my skin caressed by the sheer nylon. The stockings are clasped in place by lacy garters and Your breath catches as Your eyes meet mine.

i smile softly at You, trailing a fingertip along the elasticized lace embracing my thigh. The stockings are the sum of all i wear for You this night. You turn in Your chair to face me completely and i take a few steps backwards, sinking down onto the couch in the room, likewise facing You.

Gently, i run my hands along my inner thighs, slowly spreading my legs to display my shaved pussy, a graceful pink mound of desire. A coy little smile curls my lips and i move a hand up my body, stoppinng to toy idly with the hoop in my belly button. Your eyes devour my naked form and i watch as Your body begins to relax, Your hands resting on Your thighs, Your face attentive to my actions. Satisfied that You pay attention, i drag my fingertips over my belly and up to cup my breast, rolling the hardening nipple there momentarily, the sweet torment quickening my breath already and i feel a warmth spread from my tummy to my core.

The finger reaches my lips only to be moistened thoroughly with an attentive tongue until it is glistening with my saliva. You note that i've painted my lips for You, an almost harsh red in contrast to my pale ivory skin. My finger glides effortlessly in and out of my mouth, being caressed intimately by my tongue and i notice Your reaction, which only makes my heart pick up speed.

Locking my gaze on Your face in order to enjoy Your reaction, i casually lower the moistened finger. Using the fingers on my other hand i part the lips of my pussy and slide the wet fingertip over my clit. Immediately, my back arches against the back of the couch, the muscles in my thighs tighten as the instant pleasure courses through my body. i begin teasing myself with leisurely circular movements with only that one fingertip, my bottom lip caught between my teeth. i slide the fingertip along my wet slit, coating the finger with my juices and then return to the hardening bud of my passion, only to pick up the lazy circular motion again, stoking my own fires.

Leaning back into the couch, i slide my hips forward slightly so that my body is angled more completely into Your direct view, the visible reaction of Your body to mine sending shivers along my sensitized skin. my eyes fall closed as my motions pick up, alternating between the circular teasing and the strokes that only just keep my finger from entering the glistening opening.

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da_blissmachine: would anyone mind if i wrote some stories about my evil teddy bears? they would be funny... hehe stuffed animal sex........... only with eachother htough no humans involved

Bollard: As a biker I was always firmly committed to the “Two wheels good, four wheels bad” ethos. But there are times when you need a car, and this was one of those times, so I picked up a copy of the local free ads paper and set about finding something big, dependable and cheap. I found an advertisement for exactly what I needed: a 1993 Volvo 240 estate (station wagon, in American). I picked up the phone and dialled the number.

“Hello?”
“Hello, I’m calling about your ad in Loot.”
“Oh, hi.” The voice was warm and friendly. “You’re my first call.”
“That’s good. It’s still for sale, then?”
There was a puzzled sort of silence. Then he said: “Do you mind if I ask you a few questions?”
He must be really fussy about the home his car goes to, I thought. “Sure, go ahead.”
“OK. What are you looking for?” There was a strange emphasis on the “you”.
“Well, a ‘93 Volvo 240 Estate would do fine.”
There was a polite laugh. “Yeah, right. How big are you?”
“Big enough to handle a Volvo.”

He sounded like he was getting a little irritated. “I mean... like... well built?” The ad had promised immaculate bodywork but I didn’t understand this question. He continued: “That’s what they told me to say when I phoned in the ad. They’re not allowed to print ‘well hung’”.

“Just a minute”, I said, “Have you got a ‘93 Volvo for sale?”
“No. I’ve got an ‘87 Ford but the battery’s dead and it’s not for sale anyway.” There was another pause. “How did you get my number, by the way?”
“Well, it was printed right there in your ad.”
“They’re not supposed to do that.”
“It’s just as well they did, or I couldn’t have phoned you.”
“No, you’re supposed to phone my voice ad then leave a message so I can call you back.”
“That’s a weird way to sell a car.”
“Who’s selling a car?”
“What are you selling, then?”
“I’m not selling anything. I placed a personal ad. I haven’t seen the paper yet. You mean they printed my number next to an ad for a car? Fuck.”
"Yeah, they must have mixed up your number with someone else's."
"Fuck.”
There was a pause. Then I said: "So, what was your ad for?"
"Oh, you don't wanna know. You're looking for a Volvo. Cheers," he said, and hang up.

I turned to the back of the paper and loked at the personal ads. Men Seeking Women filled about two pages. Then there was a little less than a page of Women Seeking Men. Then came something under a quarter of a page of Men Seeking Men and, finally, two ads beneath the heading Women Seeking Women. The paper was clearly making a liberal, equal-opportunity stand that its readership was not fully ready for. Towards the end of the Men Seeking Men columns I found something that sounded familiar:
Married bi guy, 26, 6', fit, good looking, into sports, seeks well-built guy for fun and friendship.
It was followed by a VoiceBox number. I picked up the phone and heard the same voice I'd heard a few minutes earlier.

"Hi, my name's Vince. I'm 26, six feet tall, nice looking, into sport, and I'm lookng for a well built guy to have some fun with. So if you think you're that guy, give me a call." "Press one to hear the message again," said another voice. "Press two to leave your message." This was something I'd never tried before but pressed 2 on the keypad. "Speak after the tone. When you've finished your message, press the star key."
"Hi," I began. "I'm Rick, and I'm... interested. I'm pretty well built. I've got a big cock, if that's what you mean." I gave my cellphone number and pressed the star key. "Thank you. To hear your message again, press one. To re-record your message, press two. To return to the main menu, press..."
I hung up, feeling restless and horny. Turning back to the car ads, I found Vince's number and dialled it again.

"Hello?"
"Hi, I just called you a while back. I got your number by accident, I was looking for a car."
"Oh, right."
"I found your ad, and I heard your voice message. I like the sound of it."
"Oh. Good."
"Would you like to meet up?"
"Perhaps. I'd like to know more about you first." We talked a little of what we did, what we liked, what we looked like -- the best way to describe our looks was to say which TV soap characters we resembled -- then he said "Shit, I've got to go. I've got a football match this afternoon. I'll be at the gym after that: do you want to meet later?" He gave me an address and we arranged to meet outside his gym that evening.

It was starting to get dark when we were due to meet. I sat on a wall and waited. On the other side of the road a tall figure emerged from the shadows, looked over and gave me a nod of recognition, and jogged across the road towards me. He looked terific, like a marine ready for active service: lean and fit, with close-cropped blond hair, dressed in grey sweatpants and a hooded top. "You recognised me, then?"
"No problem," I said. "Except you look a fuck of a lot better than Tony out of EastEnders."
"Yeah, well, and you've got more hair than Grant Mitchell. Usually, when blokes say they're Grant Mitchell lookalikes, what they mean is they're bald."

(An note for the uninitiated: EastEnders is a contemporary BBC TV drama. It's convenient to call it a soap opera, but it can rise to sublime heights of fine acting and character development, with carefully-crafted plots exploring complex issues. Tony and Grant, both EastEnders characters, have since left the series.)

"Do you spend a lot of time at the gym?"
"Yeah, I've been going quite a lot", he said. "I'm working on my six pack." He lifted up his sweat top to show a nicely-defined set of abdominals. "That looks good", I said. It did look good. I was getting a hard-on looking at this guy.

"What have you got to show me?" he said, looking at my crotch. My cock was growing, fast, and straining to get out of my pants. The street was quite dark, and the yellow sodium lights were only just starting to light up: I was almost horny enough to take it out right there, but not quite. "Let's take a walk." We turned off the street into a narrow alleyway next to a railway line. About fifty feet further on, with no houses on either side and no people in sight, I stopped and took out my cock. He looked at it, said "Wow", dropped to a crouch and took it in his hands. I held his shoulders, ran my hands around his back then up and under his sweat top. His flesh felt warm but hard. He stood up and I slipped my hands under his sweatpants and over the smallest bum I've ever seen on a grown man. I drew him close to me and we stood, feeling each other's hard cocks through the thin cotton fleece of his pants.
"Not here", he whispered.

nacard01: There is some real real real funny stuff in some of these posts. Whether original or copied and pasted by some of you. Thanks for the laughs. I will say this though...in reference to hard to believe stories.

I think beleiving some stories especially when in relation to reaction/size stories are easier for me to believe then someone else. I have been through dozens and realize that if I have a 13" penis there are obviously guys out there with bigger and possibly/probably even more outrageous stories then mine.

My opinion anyways.....not saying any of you are closed minded. Just saying based on the perspective one story may be harder to believe then another but not necessarily so difficult as it would be for the next person to swallow it or not. =)

Kermit

stanbak: Part III

He then stood up and with his hand lowered his giant meat into position. He was rubbing his massive cock head between her vaginal lips as she was begging him to enter her. From my angle I could see his huge head starting to part her lips and stretch them tight as he slowly slid the first part of his head inside. She was moaning and gasping things like “Oh god! It’s so HUGE!” “Oh God, go slow, go slow ... Yes, Yes” Soon he had his entire massive head inside and he thrust it in a little more-producing a huge gasp and small cry from her. He let he calm down and then began with short, slow strokes. She started to go wild! She was moaning things like “Oh god! That it SO incredible” among many moans of pleasure between gasps for air. He was only probably stroking in and out about four or five inches as he began to stroke more forcefully and quickly. Her moaning got louder, then she started with some little screams of pleasure as he continued to increase the pace. She started arching her back more and grinding her hips a little as she clutched the bed sheets and was obviously quickly moving to a climax. I was shocked! He was only in four or five inches, stretching her out for much more to come, and already she was bursting with pleasure. I noticed her nipples looked as if they were about to pop off they were so engorged and erect. Then she started one long moaning scream followed multiple cries of “Yes! Yes! Yes!” for what seemed to me a long time as she thrashed about and gripped the sheets tightly. That was all I could take, and spilled my second little load all over my hand. I could not believe my friend could keep form cumming since he was actually fucking this incredible girl!

As she finally started to come down from her huge orgasm, I saw my friend suddenly push his cock in several more inches, and she suddenly arched her back sharply and gasped something like “Oh god! You are SO HUGE and SO HARD Please DON’T stop!” If I had not just cum I am sure I would have when she uttered that phrase! (Knowing I would never hear those words directed at me, LOL, that lucky bastard!) I had often wondered if being so huge my friend would need to use lots of lubricant when he was with a girl, but from the angle I was watching I could see that she was incredibly juicy wet and so far there was no lack of lubrication. Now he was really getting into it, with strokes probably seven inches deep now, and it was obvious he was enjoying it-apparently Danielle’s pussy was as awesome as the rest of her body! I could also hardly believe that she was already rapidly building to another orgasm! But sure enough, only a few minutes had gone by when her screaming and tossing her head form side to side suddenly magnified followed by multiple spasms of pleasure that I swear went on for two minutes!. As she finally relaxed from her multiple climaxes, I saw my friend end a deep stroke and then push in about an inch further until now he only had a couple of inches left outside her engorged stretched pussy lips. Now he really started to get down to business, and was making these long, deep thrusts with his huge cock driving its heavy mass into her pussy, which I imagined was stretching with pleasure it like it had never felt before.

This incredible scene continued for about twenty more minutes as he continued to plow into her gorgeous pussy while she had climax after massive climax and he slowly built toward what I decided must be a huge orgasm. Finally he started to moan and grunt very loudly as she started begging him to cum inside her. He suddenly grabbed the sides of her ass with his hands and lifted her hips off the bed as he ground extra deep strokes into her. I expected he was cumming in massive jets inside her, but what really shocked me was that his orgasm lasted so long- many more times the length of mine. Then I saw another thing I could hardly believe, as he was finishing his climactic strokes cum started to squeeze out the sides of her pussy lips around his cock, and then almost pour out on his back strokes. Finally, he pulled out and emptied the last contents of his massive balls with two final thick spurts from his giant cock onto her tanned tummy. Their volume alone was easily as much as my entire cum from a climax. I was stunned!

She was now looking on with awe at his incredible physique and equipment as she exclaimed again and again how amazing and wonderful it had been. She looked even more sexy to me than before, with her skin glistening with perspiration and her hair tussled form all the orgasmic thrashing she had done. She was staring as his huge meat, which now was slick with her juices and his cum, but then I noticed the same thing she did: that he looked even bigger that before he had fucked her! And he was not losing his hard-on at all! She started begging for more when he sat her up on the bed and said “Sure, I plan on enjoying your pussy a lot more tonight, but first you are going to pleasure me a little.” He went over to the bedside table and pulled out a small towel and a small bottle and wiped his cock off a little. Then, he moved in close so that his cock was right in front of her face again, and her lips and tongue seemed drawn to his massive head again. She made some apology, but that he he was just too big for her mouth, but he said that was alright, but this time he took her plump breasts and wrapped them around his shaft. She got the picture and held them in place with her hands and started to slowly slide them up and down his shaft while she kissed and licked his head and its flared underside.

I saw her look up with her big blue eyes for feedback, and he encouraged her to just keep going the way she was and do what felt good. My eyes were bugging out as I saw her rub those perfect big orbs along his engorged shaft while her thick lips and tongue slid all over his wide head. Occasionally he would pour some of the bottled lubricant down between her breasts. He was starting to really get some pleasure when she slid her hands down-but kept her upper arms squeezing her tits around his shaft-and took one huge heavy ball in each hand and started softly massaging them. She kept this up for a long time-I could not believe he had not climaxed, as I know I would have spilled my load after ten seconds! LOL- and was really trying to pleasure him and make him cum, but he was obviously drawing his pleasure out maximally. She kept this up for a long time when he finally began to really moan, tense his muscles and cast his head back. Now she took the bottle with one hand and squirted a bunch more lube on his shaft and began working him as fast as she could. Her thick luscious lips were capped around the top half of his head (that seemed to be all she could stuff inside) and she was swirling her tongue around in circles. I know it sounds crazy, but even from my distance it seemed like his cock got even larger as he was heading past the point of no return. He let out a string of loud moans and then I saw her eyes bug out as cum started seeping out from between her lips and his head. Her mouth was obviously overwhelmed by the sheer volume of his cum jets, as tons of semen stared to pour from her lips over his cock while she still tried to suck it. Finally, she gave up and pulled her head back just in time for me to see several huge, long thick ropes of cum go rocketing out! Like before, he kept this up way longer than I thought a man could (or should, that lucky bastard!) before he finally was just bubbling spurts of semen out.

He was moaning thankfully as she collapsed back on the bed after her effort. He climbed onto the bed next to her and rested a while also while I tried to take in all that I had seen sp far. I figured the show, as unbelievable as it had been, was over for at least a while. But then started to play with her tits and pussy again. She reached down and suddenly exclaimed in disbelief” You’re as hard as ever!” I could not believe it either. He was STILL rock hard and big as a fuckin fence post! He smiled broadly and said something like “I told you if you did a good job pleasuring me I would reward you,” followed by a confident laugh. He rolled her over and ...

Part IV follows

da_blissmachine: I am at your home. You are sitting on the couch. I start to stare into your eyes and rub your bare feet. I lick your beautiful nose over and over and start to take off your shirt. When I finally get the whole thing off I rub your arm muscles. So sexy. Just right for me. I rub your smooth chest and back and rest my head on your beautiful silky tummy. I unbuckle your belt and remove it, then unsnap your jeans and reach my hand under to feel your pubes. Then I squeeze your butt while I unzip you with my lips and yank your pants all the way off. I can see your dick is sticking up hard inside your boxers. I press my closed eyes against your thigh as I slowly peal them off your body. You are completely naked now. I press my smooth bald head against your balls, then finger your ass with one hand while I move your foreskin up and down with the other hand’s fingers. I grip your penis and hold it close to my cheak. Then I can’t wait and shove your dick in my mouth, and move my lips up and down, up and down. Occasionally I take it out to lick your balls and move my tongue in circles around the tip of your cock. Your dick is hard and quivering, begging for more and more. I can taste the sweet taste of young brown penis. The feeling is so great you are leaning back and panting, almost screaming. Your eyes and legs are wide open. Its so great for you that your toes and fingers start to curl. I massage your sweet beautiful face while you move my face up and down your hard scepter of loving with your gentle hands. Finally the feeling is so overwhelming your wrists give out and you can’t grip my neck anymore. I pull your dick out and just rest the tip on my lower lip for a while. Just resting it while I move my hand slowly along the staff of your dick. The pink part of your dick is sticking straight out. Your retracted foreskin is wrinkling and moving with excitement. You ooze precum all over my lips and down my chin and neck. There must be over 20 milliliters, but you just won’t cum. Your balls are tight up against your body. Finally I give in and go down on you again. I’m bobbing my head up and down your schlong like a madman. Your ears wiggle. Your nose flares. You let out a scream of excitement and your muscles give way as your cock vibrates and lets out a ten second continuous stream of cum down my throat. It was the greatest orgasm of your life. Finally your dick goes floppy in my mouth. You are fast asleep now and I cuddle next to you to wait for the morning.

sammygirly:
I feel a trickle of sweat slide down the small of my back, teasing my heated flesh as it snakes a trail down between the curves of my ass. The sensation makes me gasp slightly, imagining the finger of my Lover making the same path. The thuddy beat of the music pounds into my soul, causing delicious vibrations in the pit of my stomach. My body moves fluidly to it, my hips rolling with the tempo, my head fallen back so that my fine hair teases the sensitive skin on my bared upper shoulders. Running my hands over my own body, caressing my own curves, I cannot help but lose myself in the sensuality of the song. There is a fine mist in the air, the result of this many hot, sweaty gyrating bodies and my skin glistens with it, as if steamed from a fresh shower. My hair is damp, messed, wild in it's abandon from a long night of careless dancing. This is my night to let loose.

Allowing the music to guide me, lead me into sexual abandon, I feel my hands cupping my young, high breasts. My lips part slightly when i pinch my own nipple, my breath hissing out as it reacts beautifully, puckering and pushing against the thin fabric of my tank top. The aching heat between my legs beckons me and one hand slides over my belly, down over my thigh to pluck at the hem of my short skirt. My body never stopping it's movement, it's marriage to the music, I run my nails slowly over my inner thigh with enough pressure to slightly mark the creamy flesh with pinkish lines. i know that nobody will notice me in this crowd, everyone is as caught up as i am but i lift my eyes anyway - only to meet Yours.

Your posture is lazy, confident as You watch me, knowing it is Your right, knowing that i am Yours. Your hands rest calmly on Your thighs, Your chin lifted slightly to cock Your head as You observe. Biting my bottom lip, i am suddenly nervous and ashamed that i've been caught, my hand halting it's exploration of my lower body. You sense this and shake Your head with only the barest movement, Your smoldering gaze the only instruction that i need.

The smallest of grins curls my full lips and i turn my body to face You, my eyes locked with Yours across the crowded room. i am surrounded by bodies, in front, behind, all around me, moving, but the only eyes i see are Yours. my tongue snakes out to lick my lips, wetting them enough to make them glisten as a hand trails further up my inner thigh, dragging my skirt with it to expose more and more flesh. The music abruptly changes, the tempo slowing down a little, becoming sensual as if mimicking my mood and i alter my dance to match it, keeping my body always in motion. I slowly tug aside my snowy white panties and slip a finger into myself, my skirt lifted only enough so that Someone paying enough attention would notice my boldness, my body already moist and waiting. The nails of my free hand graze lazily over my bare belly, sliding teasingly just under my shirt as if i mean to caress my breasts right there in public. You wonder just how bold i will be and lean back in Your chair, an amused smile on Your face.

sammygirly: my eyes drift closed, the blanket wrapped around my body tightly to ward off the night. Chasing away the darkness and silence, i cradle a pillow to my chest, hold it as i would hold You if You were here with me tonight. i can hear the outside noises through my open window, the call of a distant car horn, the roaring of their tires on the street and as my mind begins to drift my dreams are suddenly filled with the sound of pounding water. i tilt my face towards the noise and feel the spray of icy water teasing my skin, dampening my visage as my dream eyes slowly open.

i find myself in a wide open space with only a curtain of water in my view, a waterfall. It is frantic, chaotic, a representation of my emotions. my gaze drops slowly, measuring the opposing serenity of the pool that collects this downpour. i marvel at it's calm as my eyes move downward still to my feet. They are bare, seemingly hovering over blackness until the velvet grass creeps under my toes and to the edge of the pool. Car horns are replaced by the gentle singing of birds among the pounding water. my peaceful place.

Immediately i turn, scanning the area for You. i always meet You here at night. A soft breeze teases the gown around my calfs, sending the white gauze dancing over my skin to begin to awaken what You will only bring to life. A line appears between my brows when i can't find You right away. Where are You? Why aren't You here to meet me?

Expectations fall and a deep sigh escapes my lips, an azur blue puff of emotion on a dream sky as i head for the pond alone. i slip to the grass at it's edge and drop my bare feet slowly into the cool water, causing multi-coloured ripples to ebb in circles from my contact. It doesn't occur to me to save the hem of my gown. Let it get wet. There are no cares here. But still, where is my dream Lover?

Trying to push away thoughts that i've done something to keep You away, i lean down and trail my fingertips through the water, noting that it gets colder with each passing second and the colour trails pale. This place is kept beautiful by my thoughts of You, kept intriguing by our clandestine meetings. This is our place in the universe and without You, it begins to fade. A single tear slips down my cheek and plunks into the liquid mirror, shattering the image of my saddened face. Faintly, in the distance, a car horn tears it's way into my revery and an anguished cry breaks from my chest.

To escape it, i drop into the water, submerge myself in it's icy grips. The coldness takes my breath away as i sink to where i know there is no bottom, no end - but without You, i dont care to swim back up to safety. i drift, deeper into the murky depths. Let myself go. It doesn't matter where i end up.

Suddenly, my decent is halted. i am no longer moving, either up or down. Unmoving. What has happened??

i force my eyes open, let them be stung by the water just to see what has ahold of me. A hand. A strong, masculine hand has taken a handful of the white gauze of my dress in it's steely grip. Your hand - and i am being hauled back to the surface.

When my head breaks, i gasp for air, sputtering and shivering but breathing the clear air. my nostrils fill with the scent of You as i am dragged to Your chest, and my face goes instinctually to the crook of Your neck as Your arms wrap around me tightly. Admonishing words are whispered in my mind, lovingly chastizing. i should know better than to think You'd leave me here alone. i am Your heart and soul. we will always be together. Don't despair again, trust in You, believe in You.

"Yes" my mind replies to Yours "i know, deep down i know. i am foolish" Lifting my head, i let my eyes meet Yours, completely unconcerted by the fact that we speak without words, that our hearts know this language without lesson. You dip Your head and capture my lips with Yours, a gentle soothing kiss, an anchor of safety in this icy abyss but i notice the water warming with my body as if Your love heats us both. Your kiss deepens unhurried, taking Your time to make Your point as if making sure i understand this time.

my arms twine about Your neck and i feel Your hands sliding silkenly over the sensative flesh of my thighs, under the gown and over the globes of my ass to the small of my back. If i could see, or cared to look behind me, i would see an ebbing glow where Your touch meets the tattoo permanantly etched forever in my skin as a testament of my devotion to You. i am drawn closer still to You, guided to fit perfectly against Your naked form like two pieces of one puzzle. Your mouth teases the corner of my mouth, my bottom lip is caught in Your teeth for a moment, a nip on my chin, and then You clean the drops of water from my bared shoulder with Your velvet tongue.

Confident in Your movements, Your hands move from behind me to the front of my gown under the water as Your head moves to the other side of my neck, my head falling back to give You access. The muscles of Your biceps flex briefly as the cloth is rent, torn by Your lust, though somehow You manage to do it sensually. Pink nipples puckered against the material are suddenly freed, teased by the movement of the water, by each ripple You cause, by each shift of our bodies. Your hands capture my waist and i am pulled once more to You and Your voice caresses my senses in Your secret tongue.

"Look at me love. See us in My eyes"

Dragging my head back up i do as i am told, once more meet Your steady gaze and am suddenly moved by the emotion there. Possessive grey orbs, anything that can't be vocalized made clear by what they convey. i am sure my blue eyes speak the same volumes to You.

Our souls seem to communicate as You move me into position to take You into myself. i am ready for You as always, familiar with Your body, familiar with my own and the union is easy, but no less intense this time than any other. Entwining my long legs around Your naked hips, i realize my upper body has broken the surface of the water and a blush creeps over my cheeks, my arm coming down to cover myself. Shaking Your head, You take my wrists and tug my arms once more around Your neck, Your brow wrinkled.

"Why would you do that?" whispers the voice in my mind.

i shake my head and look away, not wanting to admit that at times i am afraid You dont want me, that i may not be attractive to You, that i may no longer intrigue You as i once did, that it no longer interests You to have me - but You hear the words just the same in Your mind as i've heard Yours. There are no secrets here.

"you are Mine, and that makes you beautiful to Me." is the admonishment that brings tears to my eyes. It is not merely a statement, it is the law here and i thank You with more kisses. There is little explanation for why doubts sneak into my heart, but Your reassurances always chase them away again. Nothing to fear unless You say so. Your love is my protection from all things.

We ride the gentle waves of the water caressing our bodies, making love as if we have all the time in the world to take our time, and in this place, OUR place, we do. We take the time to explore each other, express what words cannot, learn the reactions of our bodies as if we'd never known them before. Time spent here is much more than simply a spendature of lust, but a reunion of two harmonies to create a song of eternity. Climbing, soaring together on the wings of surety until we both reach climax at the same time.

Cradling me against Your chest, You pull me out of the waters to the soft grass and lay us out under the canopy of twinkling dream stars, my eyes closed, my soul Yours.

"I love you" You whisper.
"i love You too Master, forever and always"

my eyes open to darkness. i am holding a pillow and the outside sounds of car horns are once more my lullabye. Still, there is a gentle smile on my lips because regardless....i am Yours.

I hope you liked the first story. This one happened a little over a year ago. Again, I changed the names.

sammygirly: I was asked if Max and I ever write together - and if we would mind sharing.  This is the first one we ever wrote together, and by far our favourite.  It pretty much was the moment we both realized and admitted freely just how deep our emotions ran....in front of an audience no less.  This was done live...just back and forth.

We used to do these publically in a community we headed...anyway.  Enjoy.

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* sammygirly arches her back, closes her eyes and purrs

* SeductiveMaster growls softly at the purr and lets His tongue glide over her flesh like the kiss of a breeze


* sammygirly shivers


* SeductiveMaster grins and kisses you, My velvet tongue sliding softly over your lips, inside to capture yours


* sammygirly grins into Your kiss, sliding my arms around Your neck as Oour tongues dance to an erotic tempo only they know


* SeductiveMaster leans back, My fingers stroking over your skin in a slow sensual melody to match the tempo of O/our kiss


* sammygirly mewls softly, a low crystal tone of passion in reaction to my body's trembling.


* SeductiveMaster strokes My tongue over yours, the movement akin to a musicians caress of the notes of a song, a silent melody only W/we can hear


* sammygirly gets lost in the music Oour bodies create, my heart drumming an intermittent beat in my chest as Oour kiss deepens.


* SeductiveMaster slowly starts to slide your body over Mine, the movements mirror the undulations of a bow making love to a violin, soft moans the music of passion, desire as W/we write O/our special song


* sammygirly feels the dark pull of the song, tugging at my body and i begin to move with it, allowing it's sweet melody to take control of my mind, surrender myself to it's flowing beauty, surrender myself to You.


* SeductiveMaster feels Myself become lost in you, become one like the unfinished symphony of a soul searching for the crescendo, striving, yearning for completeness as each note of sensuality fills the air


* sammygirly senses the change in tempo, notes changing from low soul searching sounds of yearning to the sweet chords of promise, tugging at my heartstrings and awakening an orchestra of feelings otherwise unknown.


* SeductiveMaster moves your soul with Mine, changing to the next verse, a higher level of needs, wants taking over, entwining fingers, legs, tongues as two become one, an anthology of O/ourselves meshing to one volume of the sweetest music in the Universe


* sammygirly lets go and rides the gentle waves You create with Your touch, allowing the song to caress my aching soul. Your strong rhythms compliment my soft tones smoothly, as if creating the perfect duet, a harmony only sweetened by Oour growing need.


* SeductiveMaster closes My eyes as O/our passion increases, O/our breaths and moans filling the silence like the notes of a long lost melody rising to the surface, embracing the reality of being, belonging together with the moon and stars filling O/our hearts with the brightness that only Oneness can bring


* sammygirly holds on to You tightly as if afraid i will be lost forever in this delicious melody, sensing the finale nears. Harmonized voices of my thoughts, hopes and dreams create a frenzied accompaniment to the singing of O/our bodies, a beautiful opus combining minds, bodies and souls.


* SeductiveMaster joins your body with Mine, a single movement like a conductors arms thrusting up and holding, the shivers of O/our bodies match the vibrations in the air following the completion of a note before His hands drop and guide the instruments into the next notes, the next sonata as W/we move in perfect unison matching the notes of a sensual song


* sammygirly sings softly into Your ear the joy of O/our union, this a concert Wwe have long awaited. Moving as You conduct, following Your lead i become Your instrument of desire knowing only You know the combination of chords that will complete the song, complete me.


* SeductiveMaster rises above you, eyes locked with yours as My body dances to O/our song, long slow verses filling your soul, each note taking you deeper and deeper into the music that is U/us, taking your notes and making them Mine, tuning your soul like only a Masterful musician can


* sammygirly locks my gaze with Yours, all that i am laid bare for You without fear of what You'll do with it, knowing that You are and will always be the Maestro of all that i am, lose myself in Your song.


* SeductiveMaster feels your submission to the music of O/our union, My body taking you and all you freely give and skillfully turning it into a perfect union, O/our notes combine like the sounds of all the greatest love songs rolled into one


* sammygirly lets my body speak what lyrics are written in my heart, vocolization of such things not necessary as the intensity of O/our chorus crescendos, tones of the purest feeling crashing through my body, notes of pleasure singing through my mind, i am whole.


* SeductiveMaster feels My body take yours again and again, your soul filling Mine as tears of happiness drop to your skin like a musicians pen on paper recording the notes of His song, her song, T/their song, the song complete as the last thrust of His pen owns the paper it records on, marking it as His and His composition alone

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First, I don't think there is enough room on this site for all my sexual exploits. I will from time to time give you bits and pieces of some of the things I have done. I will change names and anything that can identify anyone. So, now on to the first story....

inquiringmind: When you arrived
It was strictly 9 to 5 survival
of the love kind
But
As things heated up
It got real tropical
yeah baby
My love got real pecan
brown as a berry
and you know the juice was sweet!
This was no northern infatuation
Honey, it went South and soulful
real quick
My love was about to take a world tour
It cashed in its return ticket
and hasn't been heard from since...


Inquiring mind

inquiringmind: nada

inquiringmind: For those who are stuck
in that proverbial
"one that got away" groove
IF we are granted
Three score and ten
Why waste time
riding that same
old
tired
cantankerous
ugly
mean spirited
nag
to the promised land
when there are
other forms of transportation
Oh, well
I guess
there are times
when we all
get a cross
and an X confused.

Inquiring mind

inquiringmind: 26
too young
33
too sullen
42
too hungry
48
too far gone
50
too settled

flying

through the air

they fall

like the pins

of an enept juggler.

too often

too late

too bad.

Inquiring mind

inquiringmind: With skin
as golden brown
spicy
and
succulent
as a young capon
like the Colonel's own
you are the original recipe.
Finger lickin'good
Come to my table
and let me dine...

Inquiring mind

inquiringmind: They say for every family fight turned deadly
At the Thanksgiving table
there was a whole menu of dysfunction
that no one knew about.
We are so merciless
diagnosing quirks that have taken
a lifetime to cultivate
we all have a great uncle mojo
Inconvenient at times
when we want to pretend
that our name is Cleaver (without Eldridge)
and we live on TV
But who knows what lurks
behind those PLEDGE scented doors
"Cause we all know by now
That insanity is a relative thing.

Inquiring mind

inquiringmind: Crouched and wrapped
twisted and bent
I
am the twig
to which you cling
in that twilight
between
sleep and reality
burrowing
over and under
all the empty spaces
crevices
hollows
and curves
that make the difference
between you and me
desperately
grabbing at
greedily
possesively
needily
what in waking
you disdain
with conscious ennui.

Inquiring mind  

inquiringmind: Close those heavy lids now
and sleep.
Cradled in the memories
of how it should have been
When you were young
and fearless.
Each night you go to battle over again
But practice won't make perfect
60 year old demons
For those brief moments
you are again
tall
straight
proud
and beautiful.
A queen in a print dress.
You ask for nothing
and you owe no one.
Sleep now
and have you salad days
once more.  


Inquiring mind

inquiringmind: Last night
for a few brief moments
I saw the coquette
which
quickly retreat
behind the screaming harpy
obliterating any semblance of tranquility.

I find myself avoiding
the changeling that
has taken the place
of one I love so fiercely
but can hardly bear.

You have become
the whipping boy
for
all of my inadequacies
lost freindships,
social ineptitudes
and
fear.

If you
The Gibraltar of my childhood
the ever faithful
crisply competent
eternally witty
could fall
like an angel from grace
what chance have we
mere mortals
In this most cruel game
of
Deus ex machina.

Inquiring mind

inquiringmind: I live a little Hiroshima
everyday.
Reeling from the shocking indignities
hurled during your moments
of disoriented consciousness
kaleidescopic
fractured in the whole
with random pieces of brilliance
amidst
devastating loss and decay.

Inquiring mind

inquiringmind: He wants to reinvent himself
smooth down the rough spots
flatten the edges
pave over those country roads
that roll and turn on their way to sentences.
In control,
he pares away the fat
keeps the lean
a concentrated version.
Softness is a luxury
he can't afford.
He... is becoming city
reptilian and smooth
preparing for his climb
up the hill.
"Can't carry and baggage", he says.
"Radical surgery is called for..."
Pain is a necessary evil
He wants to reinvent himself
Smooth down the rough spots
flatten the edges.

Inquring mind

inquiringmind: Used to be that your voice could turn knees to jelly
Used to be that your eyes could speak tongues
used to be that your crooning could make biblical moves...  
Parting the seas...
Used to be...
CC rider
look what you done done
took my man
and left me in misery.

Inquiring mind