3/17/09
3/15/09
artist is Brita Seifert
The Moment We Met
The Moment We Met
We'd been glancing at each other for sometime now; unconsciously making our way across the room towards each other. I don't now what it was and I don't think he knew either but there was no denying the magnetic pull that grew stronger with every inch we closed between us. I suppose I could tell you stuff like when our eyes met the party melted away and it seemed like we were the only ones in a circle of palpitating emotion. Or something like, when we were finally face to face we knew it was love; but it wasn't anything like that. You see, I didn't get a chance to speak and I don't think he was able to because while he stared at my body and I at his, he took my trembling hand with his own trembling hand to lead me somewhere... anywhere... wherever he wanted.
He reached around the back of me to untie my halter dress and while it slid to my feet he grabbed my breasts painfully, pulling them close to burrow his face in them, squeeze them and pinch my nipples. He left them alone and my bereft nipples reached out; growing longer to reclaim his touch. I tried to put my arms around his neck but he pushed them away and continued to stare heatedly into my eyes while he ripped my little silk panties from my body then stripped himself bare. He searched for and found my swollen clit with his fingers and fell to his knees to taste me there. His fingers furrowed through my curly black nether hair to part my labia and spread them wide so he could bite his pretty pink prize; nibbling and suckling until I cried out my passion, my knees buckling, and I could no longer stand on my own two feet.
He swiftly turned me around so that i could plant the palms of my hands on the wall in front of me and wrapped an arm around my waist to anchor me and I felt him fit his engored cock to the opening of my body before ramming a huge, thick and hot thing inside of me and again I cried out but my traitorous body welcomed him and without any consideration of the thoughts running through my mind, the walls of my pussy bled honey for him so he could pump in and out of my swollen cunt with abandon. I had no time to feel ashamed because the passion overtook my mind and I let my ass grind into him, squeezing my honey from my body to run down both our legs while I bucked back and he slammed forth. I felt his body tightening as i shuddered from my second release or was it the fifth? I don't now, but knowing he was gathering his strength to gift me with the explosion of his own juices made me plant my feet, arch my ass up, then reach around to grab the cheeks of my ass and spread them wide for him.... so he could go deeper... faster... harder. He wound my long hair around his hand and pulled it hard while he slammed into my hole from behind; grunting, growling and grinding his life force into my milking cunt which was greedily sucking everything he had to give.
We both slid to the cold hard wood floor panting, still locked together in sex, wrapped in each others arms and legs when, for the first time, he spoke.
"Hi. I'm Marc. You wanna dance?"
I burst out laughing.
Baie de Noir
7:00 p.m.
March 15th, 2009
He reached around the back of me to untie my halter dress and while it slid to my feet he grabbed my breasts painfully, pulling them close to burrow his face in them, squeeze them and pinch my nipples. He left them alone and my bereft nipples reached out; growing longer to reclaim his touch. I tried to put my arms around his neck but he pushed them away and continued to stare heatedly into my eyes while he ripped my little silk panties from my body then stripped himself bare. He searched for and found my swollen clit with his fingers and fell to his knees to taste me there. His fingers furrowed through my curly black nether hair to part my labia and spread them wide so he could bite his pretty pink prize; nibbling and suckling until I cried out my passion, my knees buckling, and I could no longer stand on my own two feet.
He swiftly turned me around so that i could plant the palms of my hands on the wall in front of me and wrapped an arm around my waist to anchor me and I felt him fit his engored cock to the opening of my body before ramming a huge, thick and hot thing inside of me and again I cried out but my traitorous body welcomed him and without any consideration of the thoughts running through my mind, the walls of my pussy bled honey for him so he could pump in and out of my swollen cunt with abandon. I had no time to feel ashamed because the passion overtook my mind and I let my ass grind into him, squeezing my honey from my body to run down both our legs while I bucked back and he slammed forth. I felt his body tightening as i shuddered from my second release or was it the fifth? I don't now, but knowing he was gathering his strength to gift me with the explosion of his own juices made me plant my feet, arch my ass up, then reach around to grab the cheeks of my ass and spread them wide for him.... so he could go deeper... faster... harder. He wound my long hair around his hand and pulled it hard while he slammed into my hole from behind; grunting, growling and grinding his life force into my milking cunt which was greedily sucking everything he had to give.
We both slid to the cold hard wood floor panting, still locked together in sex, wrapped in each others arms and legs when, for the first time, he spoke.
"Hi. I'm Marc. You wanna dance?"
I burst out laughing.
Baie de Noir
7:00 p.m.
March 15th, 2009
3/9/09
pink is just a colour
dick is only a name
I feel a change coming
I feel it in me now
I felt it a few times before
but it's different this time
Hurting so good has become
a sore spot
that spicy wonderful aroma
has become dank and smelly
Moist is clammy
Cold is the new hot
Is this a higher calling
in my soul from the spirit
who dwells within?
If this is so, I welcome it
and the chance
to begin again
baie
12:07 a.m.
March 10, 2009
maybe this will continue
maybe this is done
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