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”.

To my French Waitress...

I spend my days with the sound of a beat in my head,
years have gone by and visions of you still dance in my thoughts,
your broken accent,
your love of rock and roll,
the passion that flowed between us,
the memories of you and I in bed.

When my eyes close I can see you again,
the taste of you forming on my tongue,
the memories of us in a hot shower,
your small body close to mine,
the feeling of your skin,
the way it began.

Not a day has gone by in the years past,
that I have not had you in my thoughts,
not a day has gone by in the years past,
that I have not relived our story,
all the while hearing that beat in my head.

The French Waitress 

A story about passion, desire, France, the taste of a beautiful woman...

A story about the adventure of two people in a single night...

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Arts in the Park...

Freeland Michigan, come see great art, have some great food and wine and listen to live music!!!

I will be there on September 10th

Strip tease

 That girl, she does a dance

you will never forget,

She doesn't take a chance

there is nothing she will regret

her moves are fast, smooth and sexy

Her looks make me feel like a wanna be slinky



She's doing a strip tease

She's doing it with ease

She's doing a strip tease

that girl is going to please



One more playful glance

one more "gotta have her dance"

She's pulling out all the stops

Oh shit! she's calling in the off duty cops



She's doing a strip tease

She's doing it with ease

She's doing a strip tease

that girl is going to please



It's 2:00am and they're closing the doors

she is working the floor with no fears

That girl has her piercings polished

she has a man on his knees in tears

She doesn't know but that girl

my heart she could demolish...



She's doing a strip tease

She's doing it with ease

She's doing a strip tease
 
that girl is going to please



She's doing a strip tease

She's doing it with ease

She's doing a strip tease

that girl is going to please

Someday

Someday you will realize,
That I love you.

Someday you will understand,
How deep my love for you goes,
Until then you will hate me,
You will hate who I am,
You will hate my creativity,
You will hate my art and writings.

But someday you will come to realize,
That I love you,
That regardless what you think,
I have been devoted to you,
That I love you!

Someday you will wake up and realize that you are loved,
That you are loved by me!

I care for you

“I care for you" she wrote, not thinking about the impact of her words, simple words... "I care for you" You would not think much of them on a normal day, but, this day was not just any day... It was the day you read the words "I care for you" and actually read them, after all you’re a guy such things just don't seem to click, you know, not like when you’re a chick?

"I care for you"... what the hell does that mean?  Really... are they words to appease, not to offend, do you really mean, "I care for you?"  Perhaps words of affection that your trying to send, "I care for you"... don't want to append!

"I care for you" are such words, could mean anything, I'm a guy after all and things need to be spelled out for me.  I am meant to fix things, build things, and help in any way I can... sharing what I consider to be mine, my thoughts are tough.  "I care for you" are words that have a load of power; they can cause fear, joy and sometimes even make you feel like jumping off a tower!

"I care for you"... words to live by, but for someone who's just a guy, there, should be some instruction manual nearby, though, because I am a guy I'll probably not read it, and then, defend my actions till the bitter end, and still wonder about those simple words... "I care for you"

A place in my heart

You will always have a place in my heart,
I knew this to be true right from the start,
The passion between us was strong,
Nothing in my world at the time was wrong.

We have shared so many things,
There were times making love,
Was as if we both had wings,
and with bodies entwined,
as if the universe was watching from above.

Passion and touch,
lips that fit mine,
You will always have a place in my heart,
I knew this to be true right from the start.

She was

She was the kind that made you take a chance,
The kind that gave you that subtle glance,
When things were good they were the best,
But now all i have time for is rest.

Because she was the kind of girl that made you take a chance.
Turning love into a fight,
Always taking that no win stance,
She could never admit you the one who was right.

She was full of fun and adventure,
Never looking back at her self loathing indenture,
She pushed people away at the speed of light,
Always claiming to be right.

She was the kind of girl that made you take a chance,
The kind of girl that was full of pop and circumstance,
For her it was all about visual clues,
But in reality she was singing the blues.

Because she was the kind of girl that made you take a chance.
Turning love into a fight,
Always taking that no win stance,
She could never admit you the one who was right,
Because she was full of pop and circumstance.

I feel the need to say...

Hey France,

I see you visit often,
wondering about you,
as I always do.

I hope life is good,
like it was in the old hood.

Someday I will make my way back,
to the land I love,
unless Germany calls me sooner,
I will become the ultimate spooner.

France is the place to be,
regardless of the nonsense that is me.

It's nice to see you can't stay away~

Someone to save...

I need someone to save,
some one to rescue,
my life is empty without love,
empty without knowing how to behave.

I need someone to save,
through turmoil and strife,
salvation comes in only one form,
that is to safe life.

I need someone to save,
I need to hold what I know is true,
I need the touch,
of a woman's love.

Creativity abounds me through and through,
I need someone to save,
because alone I can never come through,
life is nothing unless we see,
the reality that is the giving tree.

I need someone to save,
someone to rescue,
not for them,
because it is for me!

Forever alone

The moon is high and bright
and alone is what I feel,
to realize there is no one
I have in my sights
is to be forever alone.

Times have come and gone
things were said,
things were drawn,
and as the moon rises high
I will be forever alone.

I paint with all that I have
my work is evidence of who I am,
and still in every way,
every day,
I am forever alone.

Each night I say sweet dreams,
each night I have those dreams,
wondering who I am supposed to be
wondering if I will ever be set free,
always knowing I am forever alone.

The saddest day

To learn that someone you've loved more intensely then anyone else is not who you thought, to experience anothers soul then discover there really was not much there,  to discover that despite all the indications of love, devotion it was empty! 

Today is the saddest day, I've discovered that the person whom I wanted, expected to share a life with was a lie, a fake, wanted nothing but to look out for herself.  I've never required much, never asked for much, gave 100% of my time to her despite the stresses of losing a house, getting divorced, dealing with several close calls with death, I was always there, always on call for her, she could depend on me regardless, no matter what...

I've needed very little from her until recently and have never felt so abandoned in my life, my ex-wife the person whom stated she has hated me for the past 30 years stood by me more intently only eclipsed by my daughter whom I am eternally proud of and love, but to have someone who openly hates me be there even more then a person who stated she loved me more then any/everything... there is something sobering in discovering this.

It is the saddest day because I've discovered that the woman I loved, put on the highest pedestal had nothing in her heart but herself, it is the saddest day because she can't see it, she is so blind to her own self importance that she can't see she has made the ultimate liar out of herself, it's the saddest day because in her words her "conscious is clear", it is the saddest day because without a thought in her head she will go off and do this again to the next guy who pays her that extra bit of attention, while I still have her on a pedestal and hating myself for it!

It is a sad day!

She stood in my doorway

On a silent day in June,
with all forms of life in bloom,
there was a knock at my door,
with the bright blue sky and sun,
there she was standing in my doorway.

A loving embrace,
a moment to taste,
the air thick with passion,
and loving distraction.

Bodies old once new,
to watch the sun,
glide through a Van Gogh blue,
now feelings of frolic and fun,
give way to the passions of life on the run.

Rolling to hold her body now gone,
as my eyes open wide I see,
the shape of things to come,
her body in the distance wild and free,
her instincts telling her to run from me,
there she was standing in the doorway.

The first one...

It has to be you,
the first one to say,
the things on your mind,
that you love me to.

It has to be you to start a conversation,
I have tried with all my heart,
just to be kept in isolation.

I will stay here for eternity,
because I cannot do more,
so it will have to be you,
the first one to say,
life has been empty,
that something is missing.

It will have to be you,
to send a letter,
confirmation that you exist,
a short note,
one that makes things better,
one that does persist.

It will have to be you,
taking the higher road,
but image the relief,
when you are able to unload,
even if you keep it brief.

Simply put,
it will have to be you...

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!

Just write me a letter

All you have to do is write me a letter,
it will make you feel better,
I know you have adventures to tell me about,
I know that things have not worked out.

All you have to do is write me a letter,
telling me how thing truly are,
I know that things and words have gone to far,
so take a step and feel better.

All you have to do is write me a letter,
and say the things you want,
write about how you miss our talks,
write about our long walks.

All you have to do is write me a letter,
and you know in your heart,
you will start to feel better,
a hand written note that professes to say,
all the things you think about in a single day.

All you have to do is write me a letter,
I will remind you we are more then most,
that our minds think alike,
much like that photograph of "God is a blue bike".

Below is my address,
you know what to say,
I can tell by your visits,
you have something to tell me,
so if you are brave enough,
all you have to do is write me a letter.

email will not do,
all I ask is a hand written note from you,
and because this should be easy,
language does not matter...

Creating a soul

No one lives for ever,
no one sees or looks beyond,
the things we think,
are never true,
but in you
I thought I was creating a soul.

My life has been full of strife,
my only gift back is producing life,
we see the things we want,
deny those that are not.

We try and create,
we live to masturbate,
you wont like these lines,
but in that I can relate.

We try and create the soul,
we want to be,
the life we hope we will live,
but in doing so the soul gets tired.

We love passionately,
despite what others want to see,
the soul I have created for you,
is the one I thought was for me to!

The sad truth

The sad truth is it will be a while before we are "over" this,
we shared things most will never realize,
most will never realize in ten lifetimes,
despite our words of anger, despite our hurt,
we will care for years to come.

I've spent the last many months drunk trying to forget,
but it does not matter,
the hurt never goes away,
I try and keep my mind occupied,
busy,
but the hurt never goes away,
when two people share as we have,
most would envy it,
most would not survive it.

We say things out of hurt,
We say things out of feeling the loss,
without each other in our lives,
we had the most creative,
loveing,
adventurous time,
and I will miss it,
because in our good times,
we both had the most,
beautiful times,
our most creative times,
our most loving times.

I will miss you in my life!

She is a ghost

She is a ghost that haunts me to this day,
she was the one who gave my life away,
I spend time in a thought delusion,
wondering if my life has become an illusion.

She is the one who owns my heart,
the one who has torn my life apart,
life's surprises never reveal,
the plans for allowing you to heal.

She is a ghost who haunts me to this day,
the one whose inspiration invites me to play,
she tastes like the summer sun,
making love our bodies become one.

She's the one who owns my heart,
the one who has torn my life apart...