Shit, now i’m just thinking about having someone’s arms around me grasping and massaging my tits. I really need to get out and start that run before I start thinking about his hands bearing down hard against my nipples, I don’t think i can handle it.
Forget his hand, bearing down hard. Think about about my fingers palpating each quadrant, from outer, in itsy-bitsy spider pattern toward your nipple where your nipple is squeezed between my thumb and forefinger. Squeezed and pushed in; squeezed and pulled up. Eight quadrants. Might take quite a bit of time. Can you bear it?
Oh Mallory just thinking about it has me tingle all over, I feel hot and desperate, and things lower down begin to tighten. I would ask you, can you bear my panting? My yearning? My boiling hunger? Will you keep me under you, relenting craven, begging… Will you bring me, satisfy me, release me… Or will you yourself give in as my hands, my mouth, my legs reach back, searching, exploring, invading so skilled, so desirous, so ready and able and adoring ready to take you anywhere you long to go?
When you squeeze harder and I whimper and groan and start to melt… How far will you go? If you twist and I groan, and you bear down harder still and I cry out and my hips start to jerk at the convulsions… What will you feel then?
Part of the searing heat of discovery is the yet to be answered question of how much, how long can you bear. I would make a commitment to put myself aside in exchange for savoring that discovery. If I go harder and melting begins, I would have to turn around, go lighter, start over. In so doing, turning down my own heat. Release will come when discovery consumes the heat and the flash fire booms.
If you pull back like that… I wouldn’t be able to bear having it go, I will chase that heat, fan it, call to it… Whisper, touch, writhe, plead to bring it back, push it to the forefront, take you over, push you further. You’ll need not just to control yourself… you’ll have to have a way to control me as well. I thirst, I fuck, I don’t stop.
To take me there, to hold me where you will, to throttle my heat while you ravage me as you will, long and lingering, suckling gently no matter that I scream for release… You will have to control, you will have to exert power over me, how will you do it? How will that feel?
If you dangle the boom of a flash fire before me my lady, you can rest assured, I am along for the ride trust offered, adventure relished, gift cherished… Your terms… mine… or anything in between.
P.S. Depending on how broadly one wants to define it, it could be said you used the power of your thrall over me here to control me simply with your sensibilities đŸ˜‰
“….you know how you can’t help but touch the fire anyway? That’s me alright. Me and my dick. Fire? No problem, we’re in…………And then I howled, I howled at the burn of the fire.”
Oh yes, Yes like that, So that the very air I inhale burns my lungs, and I don’t care if I will have you or you will have me, just let us discover, let us trust enough to be found… to go boom.
The lengths that I would go for just that… Offer it, and there need be no negotiation, no limits for I have no need of anything else from you, it will all just be given.
And so, we arrive at this boomed connectedness. No longer striving for “all about you” or “all about me,” but rather, All About Us. Trading emphasis, allowing for fluidity, discovering the right fit of reciprocity, sharing true and deep intimacy.
I wish that I always remember there are far more opportunities to arrive there when I am able to see that possibility through all the varied roads upon which it may be gotten, so that I can be rich with the effects of it and the many wild and varied Flavors and types of people whom can travel that road with me if I can only see it, believe it, and evolve towards it… Always evolve.
Cinematic Sex 10 years, 8 months ago 
I can’t even begun to come up with a clever enough caption for this one.
Do you think I’m sexy?
Do I make you hot?
Come on, feel your balls
Feel your balls for me
Make sure I’ll keep making you hot.
Ah yes indeed – that is it!
Shit, now i’m just thinking about having someone’s arms around me grasping and massaging my tits. I really need to get out and start that run before I start thinking about his hands bearing down hard against my nipples, I don’t think i can handle it.
Forget his hand, bearing down hard. Think about about my fingers palpating each quadrant, from outer, in itsy-bitsy spider pattern toward your nipple where your nipple is squeezed between my thumb and forefinger. Squeezed and pushed in; squeezed and pulled up. Eight quadrants. Might take quite a bit of time. Can you bear it?
Oh Mallory just thinking about it has me tingle all over, I feel hot and desperate, and things lower down begin to tighten. I would ask you, can you bear my panting? My yearning? My boiling hunger? Will you keep me under you, relenting craven, begging… Will you bring me, satisfy me, release me… Or will you yourself give in as my hands, my mouth, my legs reach back, searching, exploring, invading so skilled, so desirous, so ready and able and adoring ready to take you anywhere you long to go?
When you squeeze harder and I whimper and groan and start to melt… How far will you go? If you twist and I groan, and you bear down harder still and I cry out and my hips start to jerk at the convulsions… What will you feel then?
Part of the searing heat of discovery is the yet to be answered question of how much, how long can you bear. I would make a commitment to put myself aside in exchange for savoring that discovery. If I go harder and melting begins, I would have to turn around, go lighter, start over. In so doing, turning down my own heat. Release will come when discovery consumes the heat and the flash fire booms.
If you pull back like that… I wouldn’t be able to bear having it go, I will chase that heat, fan it, call to it… Whisper, touch, writhe, plead to bring it back, push it to the forefront, take you over, push you further. You’ll need not just to control yourself… you’ll have to have a way to control me as well. I thirst, I fuck, I don’t stop.
To take me there, to hold me where you will, to throttle my heat while you ravage me as you will, long and lingering, suckling gently no matter that I scream for release… You will have to control, you will have to exert power over me, how will you do it? How will that feel?
I don’t want power. I don’t want control. I think just a little trust to experiment, to taste a new adventure, to accept a gift offered.
If you dangle the boom of a flash fire before me my lady, you can rest assured, I am along for the ride trust offered, adventure relished, gift cherished… Your terms… mine… or anything in between.
P.S. Depending on how broadly one wants to define it, it could be said you used the power of your thrall over me here to control me simply with your sensibilities đŸ˜‰
“….you know how you can’t help but touch the fire anyway? That’s me alright. Me and my dick. Fire? No problem, we’re in…………And then I howled, I howled at the burn of the fire.”
Yes, sensibilities on the limits of your terms and guessing what are negotiable, what are worth asking, what can be redefined.
Oh yes, Yes like that, So that the very air I inhale burns my lungs, and I don’t care if I will have you or you will have me, just let us discover, let us trust enough to be found… to go boom.
The lengths that I would go for just that… Offer it, and there need be no negotiation, no limits for I have no need of anything else from you, it will all just be given.
And so, we arrive at this boomed connectedness. No longer striving for “all about you” or “all about me,” but rather, All About Us. Trading emphasis, allowing for fluidity, discovering the right fit of reciprocity, sharing true and deep intimacy.
Nirvana…
I wish that I never stop at or accept less.
I wish that I always remember there are far more opportunities to arrive there when I am able to see that possibility through all the varied roads upon which it may be gotten, so that I can be rich with the effects of it and the many wild and varied Flavors and types of people whom can travel that road with me if I can only see it, believe it, and evolve towards it… Always evolve.
I don’t know how we arrived here from prostate self exam to groping lake’s boobies! But I will comment again….
Remain humble and evolving.
Take friends and make friends along the way.
Stay grounded in reality, strive for more in spite of failures and obstacles.
Hehehe [beevis and butthead style] you said ‘boobies’
Okay okay yours are Boobs, mine are boobies or as some guy referred to them, boobettes.