I let him go too soon
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Posted:Nov 26, 2017 3:21 pm
Last Updated:Apr 24, 2018 6:39 pm
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I met him out walking one day
He fell in step beside me
Keeping my slower pace
Chatting away about mundane things
First meetings
Chance happenings
We walked and talked
A few miles up and back
Nature certainly doing its thing
But I didn’t notice
His eyes were blue
He stood much taller than I
His hair was brown
Finally my walk was finished
And so I began to veer off the trail
He turned to look at me
“Is that it,” his eyes seemed to ask
But I didn’t know how to respond
I just figured it was a walk
Polite strangers making time
If he thought it was more
I didn’t recognize his cues
Instantly I felt lonely
Sorry for the missed opportunity
I let him go too soon
I’ve been to the trail a time or two since
But I’ve never seen him again
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The Spa Treatment
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Posted:Sep 22, 2017 7:28 pm
Last Updated:Oct 2, 2018 8:06 pm
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J went in for an anti aging facial, which includes neck and shoulders and upper chest. She removed her top and bra and draped the Velcro gown around herself. And then she laid back on the table to wait for the person to return. She gets these every few weeks as much for the relaxation as the skincare. Normally she'd leave her bra on and just pull down the straps, but today she wanted the full benefit of the shoulder massage.
She was acutely aware of how her large breasts jiggled as the aesthetician worked. She was more acutely aware of how the aesthetician's fingers found their way just beneath the surface of the drape. But maybe she imagined it. What she wasn't imagining was the time she spent on the table waiting between each portion of the facial. The aesthetician had brushed the mask on to her face, said she'd be back after it had time to dry, and then left the room. Surely, it was dry by now. It had been 15 minutes.
Suddenly, from beneath the cotton pads covering her eyes she could tell that the light beyond had gone out. And then it seemed that the music went off. Had the employees forgotten her? Were they closing up for the night not remembering that she was in the back room? A minute later the aesthetician returned and went back to work, checking that mask was dry, removing the cotton, dipping the cloth back into the warm water, and wiping the mask from the J's face, neck, shoulders, and chest. And then she applied the final cream and the work was finished. But she didn't leave. She just stood there in the candle lit room. Suddenly, without speaking the aesthetician leaned back over J. Her hands returned to her shoulders. She began massaging her again. J didn't quite know what to do. Wasn't the facial over? Hadn't all creams and lotions and sprays been applied? So she just continued to lie there. Semi frozen, semi relaxed. Then she heard the sound of the Velcro coming undone. This was definitely not part of the facial. This seemed to be moving on to something else. Something strange, foreign. The aesthetician's hand moved slowly from shoulder to breast. Tender fingers, kneading hands, cupping and massaging and rubbing.
The aesthetician finally broke the silence. She asked if this was ok. It was the same tone and question she used when she wanted to know if the water was too hot or cold or if the pressure was just right. J didn't know what to say. The touch felt nice and relaxing, but she didn't know how much more she could or would allow. She didn't think she could do anything to reciprocate. The aesthetician seemed to understand. She said "Just lie there and let me touch you. Let me relax your body. You don't have to offer anything in return." J exhaled the breath she felt she'd been holding for hours. Her shoulders loosened, her jaw relaxed. Her arms still at her side were no longer frozen, but they made no effort to move. She lay there in the semi darkness and felt the other woman's hands on her breasts. She felt her nipples respond, harden, tingle at the touch. Then she felt the woman's breath as it drew closer to her skin. Her mouth leaving soft kisses between her breasts, her tongue flicking over nipples. Her lips finally closing over the taut buds.
J could feel the rest of her body begin to respond. She could feel her hips begin to move involuntarily. She could feel the wetness grow from deep within. Her legs parted slowly, an invitation to the aesthetician that she could proceed if she so desired. And she did. Her mouth still caressing J's breasts, but her hand slipped beneath the waistband of J's capris. Her searching fingers finding J's wet pussy. And they began to go to work, stroking first the lips and then moving on to the clitoris, wasting no time to bring pleasure. J began to moan, her breath deepening, her breasts heaving, her heart pounding in her ears. Suddenly, J climaxed. The hands that had only moments before eased the tension of the day from J's face and shoulders had now eased the tension from the rest of her body and created a sense of pleasure and excitement J hadn't expected.
And then the aesthetician walked from the room silently, leaving J alone to dress and gather her belongings. The aesthetician stood at the register and charged J for the facial. It was the regular price, nothing more, nothing less. No more words passed between them. And J left the spa wondering if she had fallen asleep on the table and dreamed the whole thing.
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Where are you today
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Posted:Sep 10, 2017 12:54 pm
Last Updated:Sep 12, 2017 3:10 pm
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Today I want to get fucked
I don't want your fancy words
Or romantic gestures
I don't want kisses trailing down my neck
I want your hard, throbbing cock
Forcefully shoved between expectant pussy lips
I don't need kisses
Or hugs
Or gentle hands
Not today anyway
I don't have time for it
Today I need your cock
Your thrusting manhood
Your animalistic nature
Usually hidden except for when permission is granted
Today permission is granted
Today I'm all yours
Today I'm here to be taken
In ways you've only been able to dream about
Save your romance
Your loving nature for tomorrow
Tomorrow you may go back to being a gentleman
For today I need the Beast that lives inside you
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So Long Mr. Craig
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Posted:Aug 28, 2017 5:34 pm
Last Updated:Apr 18, 2024 11:13 am
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Staring at the faces in the crowd
It's been a habit for many years
I've been looking for you
Always thinking I'd see you again one day
The planets would align
The winds would blow
You straight toward me
Today I've learned it is all in vain
The searches
The polite stares
They've been pointless endeavors
You're no longer here on this plane
In this realm
The angels now get to claim you
They're they lucky ones enjoying your smile
You left this earth several months ago
Silently
Peacefully
Gracefully
In dying as in living you asked for nothing
You went to sleep no doubt with a smile
And when the day came
And you didn't awaken
The world lost a gentleman
The heavens gained
A worthy soul.
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What is there to say at a time like this?
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Posted:Aug 28, 2017 5:31 pm
Last Updated:Jul 15, 2018 8:41 am
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I'm at a loss for words
Letters find themselves typed on a page
And then they are deleted
Nothing comes out right
Nothing feels appropriate
What is there to say at a time like this?
I always thought I'd see you again
But now it's too late
You're gone
Suddenly
At least to me it's sudden
You didn't say goodbye
You didn't tell me you were leaving
I had to find out on my own
No explanations
No understandings
What is there to say
Where does one even go from here
How does one find a way to say farewell
Once the service is complete
And the stone has been placed
The words don't seem to find their way to the surface
They're stifled by tears
They're suffocated by an overwhelming sense of loss
Maybe there just are no words
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What if I failed you?
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Posted:Aug 28, 2017 5:28 pm
Last Updated:Apr 18, 2024 11:13 am
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I found out an old friend/lover died several months ago. We lost touch after a falling out. I'm having a bit of a hard time coming to terms with his passing. I did try to reach out to him. He chose not to respond, and I finally gave up. What if I hadn't given up? Could I have changed anything?
I feel like I failed you somehow
What if you needed me
And I just wasn't there
I went on to do my own things
Meet new people
And you were over there
All alone
Never knowing that if you had reached out
I'd have gladly reached back
Oh, yes,
You were the one to shut the door
But I let you
I'm the stubborn one
I wasn't going to give chase
Even when I followed you
It was from a safe distance
Even when I wanted you after so long
I didn't come and take you
What if I failed you
What if you were suffering
And my love was a healing balm
What if my lack of love
Was the cause of your pain
What if I held the key to your happiness
But I just left you to whither and die
All alone behind the locked door
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Gush
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Posted:Jun 28, 2017 5:31 am
Last Updated:Apr 4, 2018 6:13 pm
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He fingered and strummed his way into her confidence
As tension left her body
And her legs relaxed
Finally his mouth found its way
To the center of her being
His lips and tongue
Lapping and licking
Sucking and tasting
As her wetness increased
And her desire grew
[Her hips rose and rocked involuntarily
Her body quivered and quaked]
She stifled screams of ecstasy
Allowing only a moan and a sigh
Betraying nothing of what she felt deep inside
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I guess I'm not that bad off yet
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Posted:Jun 19, 2017 4:23 pm
Last Updated:Apr 4, 2018 6:12 pm
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It's another one of those long days at work
One where there's not enough cups of coffee
When there's not enough sunshine to make me smile
When the weekend can just not get here fast enough
When the massage cannot be long enough
Gentle fingertips softly touching naked skin
Causing goosebumps to appear all over my body
But then you call
And make your offer
It's like you know
It's like you can see the pain I feel
But no, the answer is still no
It's always going to be no
There's not a enough misery and alcohol in the world
To make me get naked with you
I don't want you touching me
Looking at me
Thinking of me
It doesn't matter how rough a day I've had
There will never be a day when I'd even think of saying yes to the likes of you.
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Spitting little bits of Jen
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Posted:Jun 7, 2017 7:39 pm
Last Updated:Jun 13, 2017 3:21 pm
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I'm having a chat with a friend of mine about how easy sex can be, but sometimes you want to be with someone with a good mind. But what constitutes a good mind? Does someone need be educated in all manner of pursuits? Conscious of all the troubles of the world and ready with a solution for each? Too often people lose themselves and become their surroundings. My job doesn't define me but it takes up a lot of my time and thoughts. Tonight I forced myself to leave my work laptop alone. I am terrible at the work life balance. I'm terrible at balance at all. I'm driven by desires, needs, wants, feelings, lust, and love, but all too often only one at a time. I've got a one track mind. It's like serial monogamy with different aspects of myself.
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Sex is optional. An excerpt
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Posted:Jun 4, 2017 7:06 pm
Last Updated:Jun 6, 2017 7:51 pm
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He asked her how long she would be as he went back to the hotel and she ran to the nearest drugstore. She replied that that was funny. She was about to ask him something similar. He didn't reply; he had already put down his phone. So she had to guess. Of course she brought condoms with her when she visited him, but she didn't know if she wanted to sleep with him or not. So, she shoved the boxes deep into her pockets and entered his room. She flung herself across the bed as though she'd been there a hundred times before. They weren't strangers anymore; they were old friends who laughed at the same jokes and completed the other's sentences. It was hours later when the clothes finally came off. And still they didn't know if there'd be sexual fulfillment or not. They'd become content with the intimacy occurring between them. But to be safe, she told him she came prepared. There were condoms stuffed in each of her pockets. He came to the Extra large magnums first and laughed and laughed at the idea of needing them. There was no insecurity or jealousy. He was more average than super sized and completely comfortable with himself. She told him they were on sale, buy one box, get another free, so it wouldn't be money wasted anyway. This made him laugh even more. In the end, they had sex after all. Though it didn't matter. A bond had already been formed. They were friends now, each knowing they'd meet again. Sometimes it's like that. Friendship and laughter are guaranteed. It's the sex that's optional.
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Why
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Posted:Jun 1, 2017 6:38 pm
Last Updated:Oct 18, 2017 4:40 pm
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I can't help but wonder why I'm going home alone
Why you walked away
why you disengaged
I can't help but wonder what I said that suddenly turned you off
What I did to make me so untouchable when things were going so well
Hell, I didn't even think I'd like you
In fact, it was I who stuck my hand out
A hand shake at the greeting instead of a hug
But then the conversation flowed so well
The smiles were warm and genuine
And The initial discomfort wore away
And my body responded to your presence
And my mind began to imagine the fun we could have
And it was then that you decided to leave
You walked me to my car
Offered the politest of kisses
And drove away
Leaving me to wonder why I'm going home alone
I can't help but wonder why we aren't already sprawled out in your bed
continuing the evening
Laughing at some inane moment in each of our histories
Talking about more of our likes and dislikes
Exploring each other's hidden treasures
Satisfying hungers that weren't there before
At least not recognizably so
I can't help but wonder why you sent me home alone
To imagine what could have been
Rather than to create it
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What's it going to take?
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Posted:May 29, 2017 11:38 am
Last Updated:May 30, 2017 1:41 pm
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I write a lot of erotica. At least I used to. But I've been stifled lately in words and actions. I'm too busy to write. I'm too busy to play. And I'm frustrated. And each time I sit down to make the effort to write, I have the same immediate urge to pen what I'm feeling each day as I walk along the street. What the hell is it going to take for someone to play with my tits? Do I need to take them out and play with them myself in a public setting to draw them some attention? Do I need to darken my nipples with rouge to make them more inviting? They're heaving, bouncing, inflated soft cushiony toys available for the taking, and no one seems to want to touch them.
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Randomness
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Posted:Apr 29, 2017 7:11 pm
Last Updated:May 29, 2017 4:33 pm
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I've occasionally been accused of being closed off. Can you imagine? Me? Closed off? I'm the most expressive, explicit, direct, in your face, open person I know. I'm not afraid to make a fool of myself if it serves a purpose. I'm not afraid to share myself when there is something to share. Just the other day I felt compelled to speak to someone even though he had me pressed any interest in me after a first meeting. I felt I had to. I don't know why exactly. I haven't given him another thought in days but I felt the need to reach out to him today. And I said what I had to say, and he didn't respond in kind. And I'm not upset about that, and I'm not upset that I spoke to him because sometimes you just have to say things and get them out of your system. And I am adult enough to know it wasn't in the cards for us. I'm also adult enough to be able to speak my mind. I gave it my best shot. And it wasn't good enough. But life goes on. And the world continues to turn. So, no, I am not closed off. Maybe the people who find me closed off are nothing more to me than passing acquaintances. Maybe there's just nothing to say to them. They mistake my genuine indifference for lack of openness. Just today, I went on a fourth date with someone who seems to genuinely like me. I guess he would have to. It's been four dates, and I won't let him anywhere near me. Nor have I led him to believe I ever will. He wants me, but my heart longs for someone or something else. Sometimes my feelings seem inexplicable and even intangible, but I know I have them, and I know I'm willing to express them. If I don't say anything to you, you, you can be sure there just isn't anything to say.
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