Talk Dirty to Me...

Talk Dirty to me…

In response to a message telling her to have a great day she wrote…”you too, if you don’t mind can you talk dirty to me?”  She was in France, I was in the US.

The following was sent over a series of texts midmorning through mid afternoon.  Pausing in places knowing it would driver her crazy.

Enjoy:

“I was sitting on the deck watching an air plane fly over.  Not a second later there was a knock at my front door, when I opened it I say you standing there.  The smile on your face was telling.  I knew we would be in for one fantastic time.”

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As you walked in, past me I could see that you were excited to see me.  Your face was flushed with color, hugging you I could feel your body temperature rise.  Your legs were a bit shaky as I held you.

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You suddenly stepped back at the realization I had no shit on and spent a few moments admiring my nipple piercings.  “Go ahead” I said.  You proceeded to touch them, gently at first, then an occasional tug or twist.

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Your smile got even bigger noticing the effect you were having on me.

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Within seconds my hands removed your top and bra, 

your beautiful breasts were now fully exposed to me, 

I could not help myself, 

I leaned into you, kissing you hard on the mouth, 

our tongues exploring each other.

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As your body pressed hard against mine I could feel your breasts against my chest, the desire to taste your nipples was overwhelming,

I began to gently massage your nipples with my tongue,

sometimes taking your entire breast into my mouth.

Every time I did you would moan,

your hands frantically looking for something on me to return the pleasure.

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As I continued to taste your beautiful breasts my hands helped you remove any remaining clothes still on.

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My hands no free to explore your nude body, your excitement grew to an unexpected high as I ran my hands over your ass, 

hips,

gently feeling your inner thighs.

I could see that you had become so aroused that your fluids started running down your legs.

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You stood me up shaking as you did.  Your hands now moving down my chest,

down further.

In one twist of your fingers my shorts had fallen onto the floor.  My throbbing cock was now exposed to you, at the sight of it pulsing your moved to your knees.

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With tiny kisses you proceeded to take my entire cock into your mouth,

feeling the veins as they rubbed past your lips.

You spend sometime feeling the ridge of my cock head, playing with my piercings.

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We are both now so arouse and we have just made it past the front door! Clothes spread all over the living room we make it our way to my bedroom. With a quick movement I surprise you by throwing you onto the bed.

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My cock now so stiff, 

the veins pulsing,

the desire to fuck you now at an extreme,

I spread your legs as I lean over you and tease your wanting,

throbbing clit with my cock head and piercings.

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With every rotation around your dripping pussy your clit gets more engorged,

your pussy lips get more engorged,

every time my cock head rotates around your opening your pussy lips make and effort to grab me and pull me in.

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My sheets are drenched in you!

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Slowly I push my cockhead into your dripping pussy,

you make a new sound as your feel the head of my cock enter you.  The ridge of my throbbing cock passes through your opening and you moan, 

your back arches in anticipation of experiencing the feeling of my cock sliding deeper into you.

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Your pussy lips now wrapped around my cock as I slowly slide deeper into you,

you can feel the veins in my cock against your lips,

causing a new rush of your fluids to escape you.

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Our faces,

hands,

our lips and tongues explore each other while we fuck endlessly and our bodies become one.

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The building desire to climax in both of us becomes intense,

pleasurable and endless…

Our rhythm intensifies as I thrust deeper and deeper into you.  My cock always increases in size just before climaxing and after years of practice I can hold off a climax until you are ready and satisfied.

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My cock now deep inside you,

hard,

engorged,

your clit in the same state,

every thrust my pelvic bone slams against your clit causing you intense pleasure,

my cock deep inside you.

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Both of us ready to explode,

ready to climax,

ready to give the other the ultimate gift.  We explode into a climax that sends both of our hot sweaty bodies into shivering as I release my fluids deep inside you,

your body responds the same. It seems you just had your first female ejaculation,

my body is drenched in you! Our fluids mingle in your and as we lay in each others arms they drain from your filling the room with the scent of us.

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You look down at my still throbbing cock,

dripping in both of our fluids.  The desire to please each other continues as you move to clean me,

suck me,

please me.  At the same time I move so that I can do the same for you.  Separating your pussy lips with my tongue I make my way to your now incredibly sensitive clit,

where I suck on your while you do the same for me.  Our bodies tighten as we once again climax,

releasing even more fluids,

this time for each to taste,

to inhale, to enjoy.

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I woke up to the sound of an airplane flying over as I laid there on the deck,

left with this fantasy and my cock throbbing,

hard,

wanting you…

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The reply from her was simple and it put a smile on my face “Oh God! Thank you”.

Progress on these two pieces - UPDATE

My Perfect Woman now complete:

This one is next on the list to complete:

My Figure Study Project - Kristin

While in art school which was a study at home thing through the Art Academy University I was struck by how poor the images were that we were supposed to use for our painting and drawing regarding the human figure.  Having access to models and a studio in my home I constructed a giant rotating table on which I would have models pose in 8 different positions each.  As I photographed them I would turn the table ultimately photographing a 360 degree view of each pose.  I then created a DVD of each and sold them as study aids for art students and artists all over the world. 

Kristin 4 Poses

My Blue Jean Jacket

Between 2006 and 2010 at the end of every modeling shoot I would ask the model if she wanted to participate in this project called "My Blue Jean Jacket".  Most said yes, my only rule was that they were the ones to select what they wore under my jacket.  I have 24 models from 6 different countries in what eventually became a book.  Below is a link to Amazon.com where the book can be purchased and below that is an image from each of the photo shoots. 

Purchase the book here:
https://www.amazon.com/Blue-Jean-Jacket-Karl-Denton/dp/055731867X/ref=sr_1_6?ie=UTF8&qid=1470763923&sr=8-6&keywords=My+Blue+Jean+Jacket

And selected images in no particular order: 

I long for the day...

I long for the day when you realize we were meant to be,
that regardless of space and time you are here with me,
I long for the day when our hearts are healed,
when both of our fates are eternally sealed.

I long for the day when you are in my arms,
where I can keep you safe from any harm,
I long for the day when our lips once again touch,
because I know you miss me that much.

I long for the day when you come to me and say,
the things once thought are a trillion miles away,
I long for nights of passion and desire,
along with the mornings after,
both of us embracing in a hot shower.

I long for so much because I know it is true,
the love and heart ache that we both have gone through,
I long for you to realize that true love is not sex,
nor time together or the universe as seen from the city,
it is the way we both feel given the possibility,
that our worlds have been altered by the other,
I long for you to finally see that there is no other!

My love is enduring and deep,
it is expressed in my writings,
in my art and in my actions.

Someday you will see the things I long for you to see,
though I know you must in your time, in your way,
with out my presence setting you free,
I long for this day while kneeling on one knee!

It seems you have a lot to say...

I see the attempts,
the daily visits,
whatever the reason,
whatever the cause,
the only way to reach me now,
is a hand written letter.

It seems you have a lot to say,
as if your words would make me sway,
if you want to speak,
if you want your voice to be heard,
then send me a hand written letter.

I know you think of the time we spent,
together in loving embrace,
I know satisfaction has been absent,
I know my words play in your mind,
regardless of who or the time.

So the only way to communicate,
is to write a hand written letter,
that may instill the seed of desire,
one that will overcome distrust,
hate and anger.

It's pretty simple at this point,
just write me a hand written letter,
like the ones you have in the past,
that in your heart you say you are better.

You know I love you,
you know I am in need,
and yet,
all it takes is a hand written letter!

I wish...

While there are many things I wish,

I wish most to taste you again,
I wish to feel your skin under my finger tips,
I wish to see your eyes widen as you climax,
I wish to hear your voice whispering in my ears.

I wish I could feel what it is like,
to run my finger tips up your legs,
over your hips and just below your breasts.

I wish that my fingers could feel the moist,
swollen lips,
that make you, you.

I wish that you would or even could,
understand how I feel,
or have thought about you.

I sleep every night in a tight embrace,
when we are one,
our bodies united,
as they once were,
me feeling every goose bump,
every ounce of sweat.

I wish that we were united as one,
our flesh tight,
our minds as one,
the things I wish,

the things I wish for you...

If I could describe the taste of you...

If I could describe the taste of you,
it would taste like the color of midnight blue,
wandering in the mid day sun,
leads to nights of vintage Cosecha red,
where glittering days of midnight sun,
playing with times of proposals undone.

If I could describe the taste of you,
it would be like the earths watery hue,
a giant pearl in the blackness of space,
and life's eternal torment,
regarding the human race.

Notions of love and saving grace,
are filtering moments in the deadness of space,
but the universe is a mysterious place,
giving hope to notions of love and saving grace.

The tasting of you fills my lungs with pleasure,
like finding the universe in your eyes,
and a world of untold treasure,
sweet dreams go by every night,
while notions of tasting you take flight.

We spend our days in the delicate dance of life,
our nights sleeping off drunken strife,
the taste of you imbedded in my soul,
time and aging taking its toll,
all the while trying to describe the taste of you,
wondering what I've got to do,
with these notions of tasting you.

What would a man do?

I had some time today to go through some of my old note books and found this writing...

I've been asking myself "What would a man do?"

What would a man do given an obsession that has lasted over a year?

The smell of her scent in the air so close, would he reach into her slender neck and breathe her in as if she were a drug?

Wanting to reach up and touch her... feel the softness of her skin under his finger tips.  An obsession lasting so long, so many paintings, solvents, dry chapped fingers does it's damage, would he be able to feel her?  Would she cringe at the touch of a finger such as these?

Would a man beg for the affections of such an obsession?

Would a man go to the lengths I have to feel her body in mine?

Her eyes have spoken volumes in paintings, now she comes here for a different purpose, she stands in front of him and her scent fills him as he slowly moves around her, getting close enough to feel the nape of her neck, what would a man do, breathe her in like a drug?

I love you

I love you because you are young,
because you fill me with inspiration,
because you are beautiful.

I love you because you are the future,
of everything,
the world,
humans,
everything!

I love you because it is the right thing,
it is the only thing to do.

I love you because when I need you,
you are there,
you never left,
nor did I.

I love you because you are you!

Other then hope,
love is really all we have,
so I love you and I know you love me too.

We have been dancing like this for some time,
but in reality we both know,
the other is never far,
from our hearts or our minds,
because as I love you,
you love me too!


It is who we are,
a fit,
a match,
our minds,
bodies,
and hearts,
we feel the other,
thousands of miles a part,
or standing in front of each other,
I know it's true,
because I love you!

My visitor to Studio 3

It had been a long week of grueling long days and nights in the city heat.  The only studio in the building with an air conditioner and it had had enough. Three days ago it just stopped and left me working in my third floor studio in 98-degree heat and humidity to match.  Sleeping during the day when possible, working late at night to get projects done, the heat was unbearable.  Especially now, why this time in my life I kept thinking.  The loneliness was bad enough and now to have to be alone in this god forsaken heat…

My first encounter with her was months ago, a friend whom I enjoyed being near, being close enough to her to smell her scent, hey visit home was a good thing for me, we talked often on line and I offered my studio to her while she was back in the States.  She had just accepted a position teaching English in France and would be there for the next two years, God anything could happen in that time and I needed her in my life even if at the simplest level.  When she showed up to work in Studio 3, her scent filled the room almost immediately, every bit of her filled my senses, I could taste her, smell her, it was drenching me.  I knew, I knew that if I let on that I had such an attraction to her I would be the one embarrassed, turned down again, God it was hard.  Sitting on the same sofa as she was close enough to touch her, get a sense of how she felt by watching the goose bumps rise, watching the tiny hairs stand erect.  My thoughts were going out of control and I could barely keep my composure on many occasions.

Then the moment when the entire world stopped, she spoke first about it, asking if I thought it would be cool to photograph her, in her French lingerie.  Big swallow to keep back the sheer excitement of see here in such a manor, after all not only was I taken with her mind, her ability to travel, but this exquisite woman had just asked if I could photograph her in French lingerie.  Mustering up the courage to speak, I said sure, I would love and be honored to photograph you. The shoot was scheduled for late evening, in a fellow artists studio given the period furniture and surroundings. Seeing her walk down the loft stairs for the first time, my hands began to tremble while holding onto my camera equipment… keep your composure I kept thinking, your daughter and her boyfriend are in the same room!

What I discovered during that shoot, changed me, watching her eyes stare back into mine I kept thinking she is clearly just making love to the camera, her chest heaving up and down, her very quiet sounds of pleasure from being photographed, she was surly just making love to the camera.  Then on one occasion I had to help her move to a different position, taking her hand in mine I realized that her hands were hot, they were not warm from the lights, they were hot!  After that I started looking at her in an entirely different way, my eyes were now looking straight back at hers, hers were looking at mine, in some cases we went through 40 or 50 photographs and our eyes never looked away.  Nor did I want them to.

She was in my studio for three weeks and we talked, had a second photo shoot, we talked about many, many things, I discovered that my attraction for this amazing woman was gaining in intensity.  I had to control myself because I had no idea what she felt, if anything.  On the day of her return to France, I was distracted from how sad and empty it had left me by driving, photographing, contemplating the previous three weeks.  The overwhelming desire to just hear her voice once more was too much, I had to call and say good bye once more.  I ask that she let me know when she got home, he new home. 

We shared a connection that today I cannot explain, those three weeks changed me, I was no longer content living the lie that my life had become.  She saved me in more way then will ever be know to her, or anyone.

Seeing a desperate email about her new living conditions, I tired the unthinkable, I called her in France.  My heart was pounding as her cell phone rang and then she picked up. There it was her voice, upset, in a panic, desperate for human contact, and I was it.  We have spoken nearly every day since her return, she calling for moral support, me calling for the same. To give each other the thing we both needed, unconditional love and mutual admiration for the other.  The conversations grew in length, sometimes even calling each other 3 or 4 times a day talking for hours at a time, about nothing, about everything. We were able to see each other via skype, and it gave us both the sense of closeness. It was a wonderful time, it was the very best of time.

Though in this god awful heat I was desperate to hold her, feel her skin against mine, we both knew that desire was intensifying in the other and we talked often about the desire we had in our hearts to be as one.  We were desperate to embrace, make love, be together.

That was the last several months we had become inseparable in that we could sense the other, feel the others presence and often would be playing the same songs, reading the same materials and making the same physical gestures, never having a clue that the other was doing the same until we talked about our days events.  We came to believe that we were with the other despite the distance, despite the time.

Friday, I had been working in the studio all week and was exhausted from the heat, hungry and needed a shower and at least a few hours of air-conditioning, at least a few.  Friday, need a really good drink as well; it had been a long week.  I showered, and then walked to one of the local eateries.  The air was cool, the food a welcomed sight. I spent a couple of hours enjoying my meal two imported beers and the excitement of the happenings in the bar.  Though she was never far from the main point of my thought, she was always there.

On return to the studio something seemed a bit odd, there was a second set of shoes where I normally sat mine down.  My initial thought was that my studio mate had a photo shoot and it was his guest’s shoes.  I quick text message revealed that he had not scheduled anyone.  Then there it was, I heard a sound coming from the loft, sounded like a delicate giggle.  “Who is up there” I asked in a voice that demanded a reply.  There was none, I hear the sound of someone moving, seemed like someone moving on the bed in my loft.  Struggling to process what I had been hearing the realization that I had given her a key to Studio 3 just after her return to France hit me, could it be true, could this be her?  My heart pounding like it never had in it’s life I ran toward the narrow stair case that lead up to the loft.  The sound becoming louder the closer I came to reaching the loft.

The light in studio 3 was lit now entirely from the lights of Detroit, and as my eyes looked up toward the bed I saw you standing there, tears running down your face, smiling from ear to ear showing me those dimples of yours. You were standing in front of me, completely nude, the light dripping off your body like the paint in one of the old masters paintings.  You standing there hot from the days heat, filled with deep breaths, and your fingers seemingly moving at the excitement of seeing me reach the realization you and I were in the same room.  I could not help but rip my own cloths off the anticipation of putting my arms around you and holding you tight to my chest was over whelming, I began to shake just a bit as I walked toward you, holding out my hands in an effort to close the gap between us faster. 

The moment of contact both of our bodies quiver, I see that you are pleased to see me; you see that I am pleased to see you. For the first few precious moments we do nothing but study the face of the other while giving each other gentle strokes with our hands.  Then our thoughts turn toward every conversation we have had in the last several months and at that time our eyes locked on the others, our faces move closer, and in one powerful moment our mouths open to the others.  Our lips tasting the others, our tongues locked in and endless playful exploration of the others. We had just made our first and very real contact with the other.  In a moment of shock we pulled away, looked at each other and resumed our kiss, this time moving more slowly, feeling our body temperatures rise, feeling the flood of passion reaching every body part, we were about to explode and there was no stopping it.

In a gentle move I guided you over to the bed and helped you lay down on your back, all the while never once breaking our kiss, once laying on the bead, we gently broke our kiss but never letting our faces go far from the others incase the overwhelming desire came over us to restart our kiss further ensuring the both of us that it was real.  The first time we lay naked together, both of us nervous of the others reactions to various things, we spoke about want to do so much for the other and yet we never once considered the possibility that we would get nervous.  A few smiles back and forth, a few musical notes in the form of moans, or a change in pitch in breathing we took to feeling every bit of the other, never speaking a word, only using the music of our moans tell us what direction to go.

You laying on your back me on my side so that I can run my fingers over the entirety of your body, as if it was the reward for months of the torture they had suffered on being able to feel the flat cold display during our skype calls.  My hand trembling as it moved to your face, feeling your nose, running my fingers gently over your lips as you kiss them mid stride.  Using my index finger to feel the your chin, your neck.  The look of pleasure in face begging me to feel the entirety of your body, begin me to move slowing so you could drink up every bit of this new pleasure.  My hands nor extremely hot from the passion building within me you raise your eyebrows at the notion my hands are not touching you and yet you feel the intensity of the heat emanating from them.  No one word spoken yet, just moans of pleasure, the sound of our deep breathes was the only sound in studio 3.  

My hand hovers over your left breast and as I hold it very still I can see the reaction in your body as your nipples become fully erect.  Sheer anticipation of my next move triggers those wonderful nipples to rise as if they were trying to reach my hand, as if they were trying to close the gap between them and my fingers.  I slowly oblige and lower my hand taking as much of your small but perfect breast in my hand, hold on for a moment letting the space between the palm of my hand and your breast disappear allowing me to feel your nipple pressing into my hand, as it fills even further with blood.  On releasing your breast even you are surprised at how engorged your nipple had become increasing the sensitivity beyond what you had been used to.
Taking advantage of this I circle your areola with my index finger, every now and then your eyes beg me to take you nipple in my fingers and squeeze.  The first time I do I can feel your nipple pulse because of the amount of blood being pushed into it, filling it beyond any other moment in your life.  Closing my first and second finger tighter and tighter you moan in both pleasure and the small amount of pain you experience because your nipples are so full.

My hand now moves down to feel you stomach running my fingers across it the small hairs rise as if they are following the path of my finger, your sensations are now at a peak and as I use one finger to trace “I love you” on your stomach the hairs rise and fall spelling out the words. The more my fingers explore you the wetter you become until you scent once again fills studio 3, this time in the loft, thick in the air, filling every pore on my body with the scent of you. Then with out warning and with out losing eye contact, my fingers move in one graceful motion to feel the warmth and throbbing between your legs.  The fluids being released by your body allow me to insert my 1st and middle finger into you with ease and as I do you arch your back and moan with pleasure.  I pull out and you relax your body  only to feel me touching and tugging on your lips, feeling the hood of your clit, a few gentle squeezes bring more pleasure to your body.  Your eyes motion for me to drink as much of you as I can, and I dare not disappoint my Queen.  I move you over on to your stomach, raise your ass in the air and again feel you with my fingers, probing as much of you as I can, then in one swift move you have me on my back and it is your turn to explore me, never allowing me to penetrate you your eyes want it but this first time we need to learn as much about each other bodies as we can so I relinquish control over to you as you discover my body the same way I had yours.  Your fascination with my piercings is even more apparent now that you hold my pines in your hands, fully erect, throbbing, you explore in a playful manor, you look at them, then at you, then at them twisting and turn them.  Then without warning you lower your face over me and take me into your mouth, your tongue traces the shape of my head, you give me small little kisses the length of my shaft, you play with my piercings using your tongue and lips, all the while my fingers continue to pleasure you.

As we continue our experience we notice that the light had changed from the night-lights of Detroit to the sunrise.  We had spent our first night doing nothing but exploring, tasting and getting to know the others body as much as we could.  You tired from your trip and both exhausted from the heat, we fall asleep in a tight embrace…

Lying naked in Studio 3

The heat, the thrill of starting new projects,
I am lying here naked in studio 3 trying to fall asleep...

After an hour or two I finally realized it's the fact,
you are the last thing I think of at night,
the first thing I think of in the morning...

Laying here naked in studio 3 thoughts rush through my mind,

What would it be like if...

I could run my finger tips over your body,
feel the goose bumps as they rise in the heat,
feel that small bead of sweat,
roll under my finger tips till it had no choice,
but to follow the laws of gravity,
and trickle down the side of you exposing,
the curvature of your body,

What would it be like if...

I tasted every spot on you,
I inhaled you,
I explored those beautifully delicate ears you have,
then explored every place else.

What would it be like if...

The heat consumed us and we fell fast asleep
in the the same dream, in each others arms...

Morning comes and the same "first" thoughts of you are
the first thing on my mind,

Will you:

Have a beautiful day,
be treated kindly,
feel loved,
feel needed,
be content.

They are the same always and every morning,
they are the same always and every night...

lying here naked in studio 3,
the dark the loneliness,
the inspiration,
makes my mind wander,
but when I find my self lying here naked,
the most vulnerable a man can be,
facing an artists worst enemy, loneliness,
my mind always goes back to...

What would it be like if...

Body heat

The heat, God the intense heat!  Will it ever subside, will it ever cool off?  I had no idea just how hot it was until we met, that first night standing naked in the window hoping for a breeze to blow though, even a whisper of a breeze would be welcomed.

Standing there my arm around your waist, my chest pushing up against your back, the softness of your breasts brushing my arm bringing a new sensation every-time we moved ever so slightly.  We stood rocking from side to side watching as the crowed went about there lives 3 stories below us, never once suspecting we were there in an embrace so tight we became one.

As I brushed your long hair over to one side it allowed me to see those delicate ears I speak about, allowed me to gently caress the nape of your neck with my lips, the sweet taste of you as we stood in the heat.  My arm wrapped around your waist your arm on top of mine, your fingers exploring every inch of mine.  Slowly touching each knuckle, my finger tips.  My right arm dropped to feel the length of your waist, hip and leg... the soft texture of your skin in the heat, boiling under my finger tips.

We stand there swaying slowly from side to side, watching the night sky as the stars slowly drift though.  A gentile kiss on the side of your neck, my lips exploring your ear, while I whisper "I am here, standing right behind you" a playful tug on your earlobe produces that smile of yours, those dreamy eyes lift up enough to meet mine but then just as quickly drift back to the nights wandering sky.

Standing there slowly swaying from side to side, embraced so tight that the sweat from our bodies forms an immovable suction and we are locked in that position, neither of us mind and we continue some very soft explorations of the other, small areas on can reach without breaking the embrace, without breaking the rhythm of our movement.

My right hand moves to rest on your belly and a small but gentile gesture on my part brings a smile to your face again.  You now exploring my face with your lips, my left ear, my neck, we sway to the rhythm of us, we move according to that rhythm and we breathe each other in with deep breaths, filling our lungs completely.  We sway from side to side never moving but exploring every bit we can without breaking that embrace.

The night comes to an end with the sound of a phone beeping in my ear, my battery was dying and the connection was about to be lost, we were standing there swaying from side to side and I had never left my studio, you were thousands of miles away, we were connected because it was the only way it could be, you were standing in your studio looking out over the nights sky and I was in mine looking out over a bustling city.  Both of us standing there swaying alone, but as one, exploring the other as though we were together.

Whispering in your ear "I am hear with you, I am always with you", you whispering back "I know I feel you here everyday, I see you when my eyes are closed, I feel you when I sleep".  The breathing, the motion, the scent, the taste was all consuming, it was life saving for the both of us.

After the connection was lost I walked over to the sink and grabbed a towel because despite having the air conditioner on full blast I had left a small pool of sweat on the studio floor, glancing up in the small mirror above the sink I noticed several small lips stick marks on my neck.  I could feel you with me, smell your scent in the air.  I could still feel the two of us swaying from side to side in that tight embrace

Never wanting to let go, never getting enough.

Road Rash Rubber

Here are a few from the various photo-shoots I've don over the years with Road Rash Rubber, and yes that's me in 3 of them.  I figured after hearing all the complaints about wearing the rubber I would try it. 

They all were right :)