"Life is a highway
I want to ride it all night long (yeah yeah yeah, yeah)
If you’re going my way
I want to drive it all night long (yeah) (ah gimme gimme gimme gimme, yeah) "
Tom Cochrane's Life is Highway was blasting from the stereo as I cruised down the freeway this morning. Very poetic I thought. Life is a highway, sometimes it's smooth and free flowing and you feel you could cruise forever, top down, wind in your hair. No worries.
Other times, you get snarled up with the people all around, yelling obscenities because they're really mad their wives didn't give them sex last night. Then you wonder if life and the rat race is all worthwhile. You spend the best 20 years of your life in an office working for the man instead of living every moment and savouring as if it was the last drop of your last favorite bottle of Chardonnay.
Sometimes, you miss exits you wished you'd taken and then there are the exits you wish you didn't take at all. But everyone gets to ride the Freeway of life, with all the bumps, potholes, assholes...
Then some mornings you glance over and see a beautiful woman, young, intent, well-dressed, pensive as you both wait for the lights to change. You wonder what's her name, where is she going, what turns her on...the morning reverie is rudely interrupted by an angry driver (aren't they all) because he needs to get to work and sit in his cubicle all day - as if he would miss one of life's great opportunities.
Tom continues to sing...
"There’s no load I can’t hold
A road so rough this I know
I’ll be there when the light comes in
Just tell ’em we’re survivors "
Just another crazy Friday...
Mood: contemplative
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There's something to be said for anticipation. The look across the bar, her warmth from a bare arm so close it feels steam. The occasional touch on a tanned lean back, goose-bumps rising on her neck. The subtle flirt in a crowd space. The occasional brush of her hand on the hardening bulge in your trousers. The ache so subliminal as the conversation and laughter seem to float in the background and all you are aware of is her voice, the pounding of your heart. The knowing glance that she too feels the same. As if by consensus, you both get up to leave and walk outside, the cool evening blast makes her shiver and moving even closer, the breeze blowing her perfume and femininity into your nostrils. You close your eyes, your legs are weak. She spies a narrow passage and wickedly laughs as she pulls in and kisses you passionately, urgently. Her hand snakes down, release your hardness, the cold air adding to the stiffness. Dark shadows cast around you. She drops to her haunches and takes you in her mouth. The sudden warmth makes you shudder, the precum smooth in her mouth mixed with sliver, the last traces of a Bicardi on her lips. You hear the sound of sirens in the distance, you stiffen at the sound of laughter as a couple walks by, oblivious of you in her mouth, her mouth sliding urgently over you, her tongue dancing, flicking, teasing, until you can't take any more. You pull her up and press her against the rough brick wall. Her breath is heavy, you kiss her roughly, your hands reach down and rip the thin fabric of her panties. Her pussy is so wet, dripping, your hand slides easier over her mound, she quivers as your finger glide over her clit, "now," she moans, "now", Still pushing her against the wall, your lips interlocked with hers, you place one hand on each buttock, hoisting her up, her legs draped over your forearms. You enter her, easily, smoothly, you gasp at the heat and sweat, and marvel at how slipperly it is. All of the sudden the passion transcends you above the noise. All you hear is her heart and yours pounding as you push hard and fast because that is the way she wants it, the way you want it. She moans and shrieks as she is about to cum. It jerks your concentration and you look around, hoping no-one hears, her arms around neck squeeze tighter, "don't stop" she pleads, you comply because you don't to stop either. All to soon it is over, your engorged penis explodes in her, it pushes her over the edge and you can feel her squeeze rhythmically in unison. What seems like an eternity, you hold each other until beating calms, you realize your arms ache and you set her down, worried she would be too faint to stand. She clings to you for a moment, you feel the stiff nipples through the thin fabric push against your chest. "That was not dessert, but hor d'oeuvre," she whispers. Her hands give you a gentle squeeze and tucks you back in. Your cum slides slowly down her bare leg, she reaches down and wipes some with her finger and looking intently in your eyes she licks it slowly. You walk back into civilization, your hand around her narrow waist, her head against your shoulder, leaving behind just shadows and her ripped panties gleaming slightly in a shaft of moonlight. This is not the ending but a sweet beginning...
You think to yourself, "it didn't turn out to be such fucking bad day after all..."
Mood: crazy
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I feel her approach behind me. Her hands slide around my chest. I feel her urgent nipples press against my back, her belly pushing against my buttocks. I turn around, she is naked, she wants, I obliged. I take her face in my hands and devour her mouth. I felt her gasp blow against my tongue. I feel her quiver as I slide my hands long her back, cupping her buttocks, squeezing, pulling the cheeks apart gently. She reaches down and rakes the stiffening shaft through the denim. I hear the zipper slide down, her probing hand seeking me out, pulling me out gently. Her kneels down and takes me in her mouth. I am already hard. I take the rest of my clothes off. Her hands are svelt, her mouth moist, her tongue magic, I quiver and pull her up and lift her onto the desk.
I open her thighs and dip down, licking her wet pussy, she groans, my tongue travels gently up and down, opening her lips, tasting the sweetness. I stop at the soft pink pea, circling, teasing, I slide a finger in, she bucks against me, breathing heavier, both she and I...she shudders, her hand snakes down and she rubs urgently...
I stand up and enter her. She shrieks and places her legs on my shoulders, one hand pulls by butt cheeck towards her urgently. 'Push hard', she pleads, I do... again and again, until I felt her clench, tremble, a small scream from her, 'yes, cummmingg'. She stops, pulls my out and gets off the table, turns around and offers a sweet white ass, her long legs open lie an arch. She bends over and whispers, 'do it, hard and long, I want to feel you cum'.
I push, slide, it doesn't take long, she is warm, wet, she squeezes, her breasts swing deliciously under her. I am so hard, I fight inside to prolong the passion but lose the battle. She feels me stiffen, expand, turns her head 'yes, do it'. I shoot, and shoot, and shoot. She groans louder, I feel her squeeze, her eyes closed, a wide smile, back arched. She grinds her hips against me. 'Awesome, big boy, bedtime', she talks my hand and leads me upstairs, we collapse on the bed, dozing, basking in each other's nakedness, stroking her skin, revelling at the sheen and afterglow. Her hand reaches down, stroking gently playfully, 'hmmm', she sighs, we fall asleep.
Mood: Soft and hungry
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My cock is hard, so hard, thinking of our last time...
Lying down, alongside each other, my head nuzzles her soft pussy, her mouth licks me gently, wet, slippery, her hand explore my shaft, tingling, pulsing.
I lick her hood, she flinches, moans. I pull it back gently. The pink pearl lies glistening, swollen, I lick with the tip of my tongue. She sucks hard below with emotion. I move my lips along her her swollen lips, opening her folds. The sweet ravine is wet like a flood about to happen. She lifts a leg over my shoulder I rest my on her inner thigh. I stroke slowly, she sucks slowly. Funnily, there's no urgency, just pleasure...I push my tongue into her wet pussy, the wetness coats my tongue, the hole widens to my touch, inviting me, I oblige, sliding my finger in pushing gently along her warm soft walls. She loves it when I work her with my fingers and lick her clitoris at the same time. I can feel her mouth more urgent.
I push her onto her back and kneel with my cock in her mouth. My fingers slide back into her pussy working her until I feel her squirt coating my hands with her sweetness. Her hand moves down and rubs her clitoris urgently, I can see she is about to come. With my free I reach down and clasped her buttock. I pushes her over the edge. Her buttocks clench as hard as rocks and she continues to squeeze them as she shudders violently.
I roll myself on top feeling her total nakedness below me. Holding her, revelling in her orgasm. Finally, she opens her eyes. I want you to cum inside. Fuck me from behind. She rolls over on all fours. I slide my cock in, it is so wet and slippery, I hold her hips to keep control. Push hard, she pleads, don't stop, feels too good. I stroke her, long, pushing hard against her smooth white cheeks, so firm, like two warm cushions. I pull back until I'm always out. No, no she cries, thrusting backs to recapture me.
Finally, I cry out and release within her. She moans delightfully, I'm always surprised how my cumming inside sends her to another level.
We collapse next to each other. Spent, happy, weak.
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That's all I can write, need to cum....stroking hard...spurting...shuddering...memories make me so horny.
Mood: Hard and wanting
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I guess its just gloomy Sunday. Pensive this morning. Wondered about the meaning of soulmates, passion and forever. Been in relationships that seem so good, it would never end (like this one). Then 2 worlds drift apart. Never to be the same again.
Soulmates to me is about being comfortable, being open, laughing at life, at each other. A fit so perfect, two pieces in a puzzle. The passion is so high, its electric. What happens when winter comes, and passion dies, were we soulmates or is that a temporal concept, what do you think? Were we naive to think forever did exist?
And now, how can I commit to a new relationship knowing ones that felt so right in the past had failed. Perhaps, I'm older now and wiser, but the pain persists, betrayal, lies, coldness, I gave, she took and in the end it was enough, for either of us. Both trapped, afraid and yet in our silence, we knew that one day it must end.
I was always amazed and how childish we could be, one moment loving, caring and the next attacking, defending, hurting. What if what I have will go the same way. Will I be strong enough not to judge the ones I love today by the hurt the others have inflicted in the past. So afraid to commit, to feel...some say hurting shows you're alive, you care, to me it just hurts.
And yet, I look across the room as she reads quietly by the bay window, so content, it feels so right. The turmoil inside is unbearable. The logical within dares me to try again, to fly again, to soar even though I may crash. The emotional draws a cloak of fear. Is it wisdom from the wounds or simply wounds that have not healed. She would be my healer.
I feel stupid. To question this moment in time. For she too basks in the present. She too has scars from the past. I want this moment to freeze, I could die right now and be content. But perhaps I would then miss higher levels of self, of us, I cannot yet imagine.
She looks up and smiles. She fills me like no other, physically, emotionally and spiritually. We do disagree and like others we do have quirks that annoy each other. Somehow, we recognize and respect our human foibles. Overlooking that which makes us mad with that which makes us happy. The balance. But what if that balance in the universe is disturbed.
I sometimes wish our memories could be erased like computer disks, to be filled with better things. But it can't, we can forgive but seldom will we ever forget.
She senses my unease, walks over and gives a silent generous hug. Her warmth, her smell permeates the air around me. I close my eyes and hold on. I feel better. I feel even if there were no sex in this relationship, I would be content to savour this friendship, us, no demands, no timelines, just this moment lingering...
A sigh...
Mood: melancholy
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