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     Its the rawness, the unquenchable, that keeps the animal forever in heat.  The scent, taste and feel of unbridled sexual pleasures and promises that heats the blood.  Its in the knowing that one will be fed to his or her fill and able to fill again and again.  It flows uncontrollable  igniting the most hidden desires. It removes all sense of order, making us into animals once more only wanting to fulfill our salacious and instinctive needs and wants.  It is then that the body rules, that commands, that owns.   It wins in the end getting all it desires, satisfying each and every hunger imaginable.  It consumes the soul and it rules all thought creating whores of us all.  I will take my fill of you... take you as many times as I so desire, a succubus, a vampira, eating and drinking to renew my own flesh.  You will feed me, then it is your turn to devour and drink of me. It will be a cycle, unending, dominating and submitting in turn.

Life Is Like A Box Of Chocolates

      Life is like a box of chocolates.  There are those goodies that you like and there are those that you don't even put a finger on.  Men can also fall into this category of confectionary.  But as in all boxes of candy there can also be found that special sweet morsel that once you taste it, it becomes your favorite and you look for it every time you open that box.  You take special care once you put it into your mouth. You play with it ( never chew) to have it last forever and ever.  Rolling it around  and twirling your tongue around it,  savoring each and every mouth watering moment.  Never allowing a drop to fall from your glistening, icing like covered lips.
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     Lucky me, I have come across a wonderfully, decadently sweet piece.  Smooth and very inviting, most definitely sinfully delicious, of this I was assured. There were instructions given on how to eat this sweetness.  The trick is to lick it gently, only take the most tiny flicks of the tongue to it  so that it lasts and lasts and lasts.  Keep it in a special place.  Savor it as often as desired and never, never throw it away as it gets better with age. 

My Young Stallion

He walks in beauty like the night
Smooth, soft flesh, firm and hard where it should be.
He walks with the energy of a very young colt unbridled and
        unbroken.
His eyes afire with the flames of dreams to come and paths
        to saunter.
He walks in beauty like the night
Passion racing through his veins in unmetered splendor
Lusting to taste it all
Knowing that one day it will all be his
He walks in beauty like the night
In shameless arrogance which is rightfully his.
Proud, handsome, strong, intelligent
The world and everyone in it at his feet.
You walk in beauty like the night.

Summer Interlude

       It was one of those hot and muggy summer afternoons where even the cob webs on the veranda corners were denied any movement,  Ceiling fans undulated the currents of steamy air around like hot vapors around a carousel in hell, circling, engulfing and choking taking away your last breath.

Needing to take a break from my work I decided to go home for a short while. As I entered my domain I left a trail of multicolored garments across the floor.  I melted across the pale green sheets of my bed like a Goya in the flesh.

Do I Like Sex??

Do I love sex?
Don’t you ?
I love the touch, the smell and the taste of it.
I love the swelling in my breasts with the anticipation of it
I love the wetness in my panties when I fantasize about it
I love the tightness in my groin with the need for it
Do I love sex?

I love to wake up hard nippled and hard clitted, with a
             female hard-on.I love to feel its tender kisses on the back of my neck and
             its’ deep, hard thrust inside of me.
I love to hear its soft spoken promises and whispers of
             sweet nothings in my ear.
Do I love sex?

I love how it fulfills a hunger unsated by food or drink.
I love its’ almost silent mewing or its’ thunderous
             guttural screams.
I love the taste of it on my lips.
The touch of it on my skin
The smell of it as it permeates the air.
In my waking, in my sleeping, in my giving But most of all in my taking

Do I love sex? Did I answer your question?

The Mistress Of The Mattress

She oozes sensuality and sex, yet there a bit of innocence which still halos around her. She carries herself like Cleopatra, Lady Godiva, Salome and Eve. She has the grandiose of Queens Isabella, Victoria and Marie Antoinette. She walks, she slithers, she sashes across the floor as if listening to some music inside her head but it comes from her spirit, unchained , unbridled, untamed. She is free to be and to be with whomever she chooses. She is owned by no one but her own conscience and at times she has none.
The time can be forever and then perhaps for only a few fleeting moments. Prepare yourself, fore she gives all, nothing is held back, nothing held in repose. She will give her mouth to you , open and warm, her full breasts, nipples hard and aching. She will give her tightness and her wetness, all this she will give you. And then there is that special gift. The one that she might have promised to you, to ravage, to devour, to consume, to be taken over and over again and to fill without end. In taking all these gifts you will be left craving for more, come day and come night. Your mind will become useless, your body possessed, you will grovel between her legs, tongue waiting in a continuous hunger and thirst. It is a strange, mystical bed that she has, one that you would sell your soul to be in and in the same vein, one that you would pray to be released from. A bed of fantasies achieved and dreams to be had. It is a bed of delicious pain and unimaginable journeys. Many long to be in it. All seek their own sensual and sexual fulfilment in it, those to be reached and totally