My Beloved

    Walk with me my love, hold my hand and let tell you of tales unknown.
    Many years have passed since crystal blue eyes adorned every facet of my life.  So coveted, so sublime, it nourished all that was good in me.
  As our exsistence unfurls before us, what we are born with in our hearts, will remain there forever.   Shall you be fortunate enough, love and passion will flourish, it needs to only be excited and enticed and it's fruition will become self-induced by the love in your heart.
  A womans love, or the yearning for it, will drive a man past barriers that he never  knew existed.
     Foolish are the ways of man mesemerized and captivated, stand aside, for his is singular and without contemplation.
    Shall I tell you of flowers left at your doorstep, and letters written from the soul.
    See through my eyes as I awake to thoughts of you and my every breathing moment follows the scent your wake.
    Follow me as I traverse the distance between us, shall it be just over my shoulder, or miles in the distance.............it matters not.
   

  To have you love me, is all that matters !   This is the man I once was.  This is the man that I fight to keep alive still..........Shall he appear, know that it is with purpose and hope, and smile for he is good !

What dreams may come.....only those in which you believe..........      Cast aside the foolish who remain unaware of distinct subtleties.  Remember one whose momentary pause reflects an admiration of nuance, indistinguishable for those left wanting.
     Who can say what drives our desires, and for that matter, whose recognition can clearly judge the veracity from which it springs ?
  Was it just a smile, the way she walked, the color of her eyes ?   Or was it more ? 
    Layer upon layer I searched.  Each leading me deeper into her soul.  The tenderness uncovered was profound.  She was hidden from me and yet I  sensed her, and all that she was!
   I so wanted to love her, I imagined her kiss, the warmth of her body, and the surge of passion as I drew her near.
  I dreamt of her full of life, eye's that sparkled and a smile that captured me.
   The touch and taste of her naked body is within my grasp, and as I look in her eyes, I see the same.  She is a Dragoness waiting for me, and I for her
  I will make love to you, without time or consequence.  And I will do so again, and again.  Like a jewel to be treasured, there is no part of you that will be left undone.
   Woman !  Charge your Dragon with his deeds, and he shall obey. 
     
   

  I wait for you.........................................still.

    Can you smell the desire, can you taste the intensity.  My hunger grows for you..............

Reflections of images cast upon my soul, they are everlasting and profound.
    The natural order of our universe is taking shape.  There is no struggle to define it, only recognition that it will be.
   The twists of hair and femine fragrance, one last look  before we part.  Our flesh tingles at the thought.
   Blossom without care, fly free in your imagination and know that yours is beautiful.
    The Dragon flies in high mountain fields filled with lavender and rose.  Crisp and cool, your belief shall lead you back to the embers that once raged.

    Only the journey can accumulate the knowledge of what has been forgotten.   Prepare a place in your heart.  Hold open the gates, as the rush of new meaning enters into an exsistence that is colored with daring desire, and punctuated by a serene aura that leaves us naked.  Intertwined in white linen, and unaware of time.

I love long tasseled hair, barefeet, soft loving eyes, and warm smile.
   I love sheer black stockings with a seam up the back, and the scrumptous look of your rear end as I peel them off of you.
    I love the smell of a suttle fragrance, but not as much as I love the taste of your sweat.
    I love you clean shaven, soft and bald.       
    I love spanking your bottom, just enough to make you wet, but not enough for you to want me to stop.
    I love to feel your nails dig into my back, and your teeth sink into my shoulder, but not as much as holding you down, helpless to my onslaught.
    I love hearing you scream with desire, but not as much as your kiss.
   I love pulling your hair as I fuck you from behind, but not as much as cupping your bottom in my hands, as I ram home every stroke.

   Shall I make love to you?  Or is there something more you desire.   Look into my eyes woman........and choose.
   

A man only knows what he knows.  Roads less traveled have defined the most interesting part of me.   A true connoisseur cannot be unless unteathered, free to roam the width and breadth of things not yet understood.
     Let me tell you of this one truth...
The duality of my kingdom, forms the perfect symmetry to unleash this Dragon. The morning sun shines brightly upon a peaceful man, content in his place, enriched by his past, and longing for a legacy remembered through the eyes of children.
    Turn the page and reveal a man who has crossed many lines.  Shattered taboo's, and explored the darkness that color the corners of each of us.
   My passion cannot exsist without both.  Hear the tales and know the man.  Understand that mine is not fiction, and that the truth is relived in each of them. 

  You are a part of them, as you are a part of me.  Time spent telling you, is all that I offer...............
   

     As a weary sun slips aimlessly over the far flung reaches of what lay behind me, I again pause to take stock of my exsistence.
   Flesh and blood remain, as the lessons learned from this day, exclamate a knowledge that you are only born with.  
   Mine is a soulful highway of dreams, conjured forth to breach the ramparts of deserted corridors that echo only of silence in reply.
    I have taken respite in the garden, and know of it's exquisite nectar.  Take solace as you weep, and I shall sheild you and nourish the gleam that still shines forth as you wake.

    I stand silent and unwavering, as the storm grows dark around me .   It has remained so past my remembering, and a weathered brow goes unnoticed still, dwarfed by a rapture once experienced , will tell the tales of a Dragon and his desires.

It's dark and quiet.  A cool breeze drifts aimlessly in, meandering it's way up from somewhere deep within the lair.  A faint scent of perfume taunts my senses, and once again my imagination stirs.
     To smell your body, to taste your flesh, to hold you still while you erupt in my grasp...........these things I remember.

    Smile softly, gaze longingly, and never depart in haste................. 

What shall I tell you?  What part of the truth shall you believe.   I'am the Dragon, and I speak of truths only imagined by those who could offer only ridicule. Know that the insecurities that shackle you, dissolve in my wake.  The spectrum of your life and love are revealed through the prism of a keen eye, and the patience of a lover entranced.  Do you not know of the beauty you possess?  Shall I paint your world in vivid colors and dress you in soft white linens.  Should not the wind blow softly across you face, as whisps of hair frame far away looks that mesmerize my soul ?
   Woman !   Stand before me with confidence.  Know that all that you are is coveted, and like a barbarian at the gates, I shall summon the most primal of instincts to have you.

   Engrage the Dragon.   For nothing shall satisfy you more .........................

As I survey the landscape of my life, I find that inspiration lay in abundance all around me.  Yet the ferocity of my words often give pause as they wash over you.   Standing barefoot on the cold concrete floor, waiting for my touch, you are on the precipice of igniting a firestorm.  Clever suitors with ill fitting machismo only serve as fodder for my amusement.  I need not any trappings of vigor, for it is in my soul that you will find the aroma that you seek.  Step forward woman and show that you are unafraid.  I shall undress you with care, and leave you with a sea of memories. 

Details !   They surge through my mind like thunder on dark rainy night.  
    What is the attraction?   How can it emerge from the mundane as an avalanche of thoughts, triggering vivid images that detail a man's secrets.
   Is it only in proximity, or is it more .  
There are none that have satisfied my concious reality, without first being present in the dreams that fill my slumber. Conquests of the flesh are trivialized unless bolstered by a subconcious yearning that sets the table for satisfaction beyond ordinary.
    Time and again, it is the tiniest of variance that draws the Dragon towards his desire.  Was it the fact that your hair was pinned up, allowing the smooth contours of your neckline to accentuate the beauty of your face? Can you imagine what courses through my mind  when I sense the  femininity in your soul ? 
Tenderness, a measure of vulnerability that seeks safe haven, stand with me and be nurtured. 


    This day was not unlike any other day in recent memory.  All work and no play was becoming a tune that was wearing through the grooves.     Structure and discipline frame my exsistence, with only the musings of a Dragon to paint color and dimension into a restless soul. 
   Many days had passed since I had first met her, and many times I had taken brief moments, hidden away unto myself, to imagine the hunger that she might entice in me.  My dance took place on her periphery, inconsequential and silent.  Until one day, it changed.
    I cannot tell when it was, or even how it became.  Only that an awareness of it suddenly factored into the rage deep within.  
   Long slender toes, pink polish and a tatoo.  Her sexuality just pegged beyond anything that I could have comprehended !
       Disrobing her would become a pleasure to be savored.   Mezmerized in the moment, her exposed flesh screamed for attention and yet my need to look into her eyes as I discovered her, soon set the Dragon aflame !  Her breasts fit perfectly between my tongue and lips and the more I tasted, the more ravenous I became !
   Did we not fit together?  Were we not from two different worlds ?  Did it matter.........
     Sliding her jeans down past her hips and thighs, revealed soft beautiful skin, toned and silky.   Seeing her naked was far from anything that I had imagined, all things hidden became apparent, and I was smitten with madness to devour her.
     Standing above her, I loosened the Dragon's cage and her eyes widened as she beheld my clean shaven genitals.  Smooth and soft to her touch, she moaned as she wrapped her hands around my  ever hardening timber.  Her eyes glanced up at me as her lips wrapped around it.  A taste was all that was allowed, and I pulled her into a standing position in front of me.  Edging her close, and lifting her slightly, she learched forward to straddle me.   Her legs were long and lean and they wrapped around the back of my thighs in a vice like embrace.  Our interlude, nervous with anticipation from the outset, was quickly turning savage with it's intensity. 
     Reaching behind and grabbing a handful of her flowing mane, I pulled her head back and off to one side, licking the length of her neck as I dug my nails in deep, for a long slow drag across her bottom.   The salty taste of her sweat filled exploded across my tongue, igniting an urge to bite her........and I did.
   Throwing her down on the bed and turning her face down, I kneeled along it's edge and drug her half way off .  Wrapping my arms around her thighs, I pulled her rear end up and began nipping at it with my teeth.  I had turned into an animal, and the wild gutteral sounds eminating from deep in my throat seemed to surge through her.   She began convulsing wildly as I ripped at her creamy white flesh.
  Her bottom now red, and pocked with teeth marks, her body, though tense, was weak with exhaustion, and her vagina was swollen, wet and sticky !
   I released my grip and mounted her from behind.  Pulling her arms behind her and crossing them, I used them as leverage as I watched her cheeks reverberate as our flesh slammed together. 
   The room smelled of sex and sweat as her body drew taught and chill bumps erupted across her buttocks.  As she screamed out to "fuck her", I unloaded in unison, and pounded her until she went limp.
    After a few moments, I stood, rolling her over, and lifting her up into arms as if she were a child.  Then laying her softly in a cradled position in bed.   Her eyes were closed and her breathing was shallow as I eased in next to her, wrapping my arm around her. My eyes were heavy and as they closed I felt her snuggle closer.  My last thoughts were that every part of our bodies seemed to touch.    We had melted into one....................

     These are the stories of the details I see in your eyes.  They ricochet through the Dragon's memory, ignited by a wink and a smile.  Remember this as I walk past and look for it as I stand near. 

   I'am the "Dragon"  !  My flesh is not fantasy, and your satisfaction lay just beyond ..............
    
   

       
      
  
    

A quiet breeze blows in from distant skies.  Can you hear my voice echo out from the pages that tell of the wonders I see in you ?
    Can it be that your mere presence in this life gives meaning and validation to the beast that craves you ?  I need have only looked into your eyes once, to understand the trepidation in your longing.  I shall not grant any reprieve, for the embers are hot and glow with anticipation that you will dare to.
    Your smooth supple flesh, activates every hair on my chest.  I'am a man, and I'am an animal.  I'am tender, and I"am violent.  Show me your way and let me have mine, for every woman needs love and every woman needs a "Dragon".
     Think of me now, disrobed and wanting.  Tease my desire from within the depths of your imagination, I 'am there, and I'am waiting.  Release me.  There is no fear, only the unimagined lay before you, and your's is no different than mine.  Ignite the flame and let it consume us together. 

  

Listen closely, as I whisper softly in your ear, of how beautiful you really are.  Let our glances linger as our eyes tell of things untold.   Touch me and be touched in turn.  Steal moments with me, so I may kiss your lips and feel your body next to mine.
    I stand silent in my repose, for my desire calls out to you from another place, veiled in the harmony that I surround myself in.  The path  is found in what has been lost.  Harken back to dreams and fantasies, and you will find me, and in so, a reality that still exsists. 
      When you see me, be not confused.  For Iam the one that will undress you, caress you and taste every part of your naked body.  I hunger for your sweat.  Hardened nipples glisten from my voracious feasting. Rivers of sex flow easily from between your thighs, screaming out for my hardened sentinel that hovers just beyond the moist eden that is its home. 
   Beg me, and I shall beg for you, rake your nails down my back, and shall bury myself  deep inside .  Love is not the begining, it is the end and in the end, you are transformed into all that you are, and all that you want to be. 

  Open yourself to me, become soft and tender, helpless and needy, feel the strength in my grasp, and see the passion in my eyes.  I will make love to you, like no one has before, and then, I will fuck you, like the "Dragon" that I'am.

More than once has the fury of the "Dragon" raged.  More than once has his desire corrupted the balance of his universe, and more than once, has it left him exhausted and alone.
    Let me tell you of a desire that reaches beyond the emptiness, one that bolsters the grasp that falls just short.
  In my mind you are with me, your naked body wraps itself around me, and we linger in our content.
  You see, in my eyes, I see more than beauty, many women have stolen a glance, many have conjured dreams of desire, but you..........you remain.
    Time will not diminish my touch, it is as it was, secreted away, beknownst only to us.  Honored and kept, without desecration.

   You are the fire on the mountain, and your inferno rages within me..............

Shall I tell you of the rage that burns just beneath the placid surface.  It is a common bond shared by even the most timid of us.  There are those who act upon it, and those who dream of such.  Moments in time dictate our opportunities, yet never is the desire diminished.  
    I want you, as much as I ever did.  More than you can imagine, and almost more than I.
   The fury is real.

Ravage me woman..........I beg you ! 

How do you prefer your fantasy ?   

   This day, I prefer long, slow strokes. Tender is my love for you, as the quivering of your body mezmerise my soul. 
   Your flesh smells of anticipation and every movement is absorbed.  Be soft and gentle this day, for soon it shall change !

     The epitome of my desire still lingers just beyond my grasp.  I was born to taste her and even now hunger for her touch.
   Her naked body has seared images in my mind that inundate my soul.  The soft sounds of her satisfaction echo in the wind.  I have not forsaken you my love, your crystal clear gaze remains etched in my memory.  You are the fire that warms a romance that is only whispered of.
   Like a star that shines from light years away.  I burn across the eons of time, just to hold you close, to smell all that is natural and rescind all taboo's that would rise against us.

    Your sweat is my fuel, your sex is my lubrication.  Make me take you, fight me for it, and submit to my hunger for you................

Do you  recognize the depth of my passion. Can you understand why it drives away skies of grey and nestles me safely in guarded memories ?  Can you feel the calloused hands  tremble, as I hold your naked body next to mine.  The softness of your gaze, leaves me mezemerized and humble.  Shall I cradle you like a newborn, or shall I ravage you,...... like the beast you evoke !  
    I tell you of such things because I'am. 

My instincts are clear.  The taste of your tender breasts soothe me.   The curves of your naked  bottom enrage me.  Look into my eyes and dictate my obsession with you.  I shall obey !        
  
   

     My dreams of you reach across time and space.  Each day is a reminder that I will never be satisfied without you.  The hunger within me drives me toward insanity and is only tempered by the tenderness of your heart.   I see the love in your eyes and the warmth of your smile.  It permeates my soul, and I am completely saturated in my longing for you.

      For a moment, I close my eyes as the rays of the morning sun warm my face.  Another day is upon me, as I silently call out for you.   Oh how I yearn to see your face, to kiss your lips, and breathe in the magic that envelopes me in your presence.   The discipline that guards my desire is dissolving away.   Overpowered by all that is you.......

I need a dirty woman

I need a  dirty girl !

Satisfaction

     I often think of her deep into the night.  What reasons shall I give you to justify my desires ?  What explanations would you understand ?  How would you judge something unfamiliar, and what if these were your shoes ?  I care not how you see me, I only know that she feels right !  The moments are few and far between, and our lives are finite.  Some yearn, yet never, some are fortunate, yet afraid.  I recognize my frailties, but even more, I understand the emotional and physical craving of an intense sexual desire.  She is my speed, and I cannot turn away !

Allure

   The allure of a woman reigns as the oldest and most powerful influence on man.  We are the weakest of creatures and without you our exsistence is but a chasm of regret. The simplicity of our affection is often trampled by our ignorance,  but reverance is renewed with just a smile.   You are God's greatest creation, your beauty is everlasting.  Be gentle on my soul, for I yearn in silence and am still with anticipation.

I f I were a Carpenter and you were a lady !

   It had been a long day.  I had just gotten back to the office and was in the process of putting my tools away when I looked across the shop to see a pair of beautiful green eyes staring back at me through the showroom window.  Normally, I don't see customers in the office, I'm either to busy in the field or just concentrating on my job as shop  foreman to ever notice.  Needless to say, I was caught off guard, the light dancing off the clear glass protected her beauty from me and I was left to wonder how such a look could capture my imagination.  I paused only for a moment, long enough to meet her gaze and long enough for her to realize that it was done with purpose.   It was getting late and the clock read quitting time, and for a tired man with responsibilities beyond his job, I resumed my tasks in preparation to leave, but, in true male fashion, I turned to extract one last look , as men always do, only to see her sihouette exiting through the front door.  Damn !   It never occured to me that I would see her again.
    
     My days as lead man in a custom window and door company were filled with demanding builders on short schedules.  Business was booming and house's were going up everywhere, especially at the lake.   My interaction was mostly was mostly with dumb blue collar workers and a few snot nose supervisor, which forced with to wear my "tough guy" most of the time. 
     One particular day I arrived at a home under construction to find a group of carpenters sitting around on break.  I told them that I was here to unload the windows and doors for installation, but that the garage had to many safety supports to allow me to stack them in a safe and orderly manner .  At which point one particularly redneck looking fella said that I would have to wait until they're break was over before they would help me.   Without pause, I strode toward them raising my voice for good measure and exclaimed "  It's gonna be now or I'm gonna drop 40,000 dollars worth of windows and doors in the street and leave you holding the bag !
    As if a miracle had occurred, all six jumped to their feet, made their way to the garage and began removing the safety braces.   As I turned and made my way back to the truck my partner chuckled and said, so that's how it's done eh !   With a quick wink I told him, that's the only language they understand. 
    Most guys revel in their victories and I was no different, that is until a soft voice from behind me questioned my motives.
   Would you really  have left my windows in the street ?  Funny how these things work, it seemed like it took an eternity for me to turn and address my inquistitor.  I didn't recognize her face, but I did recognize her eyes !
    No, I wouldn't have.  These are my windows, that is, until they are your's and now that you are here, I defer to you.  The look in her eyes was pensive, and yet a mile crept across her face , as if to assure me that she understood.   It had been nearly six weeks since our brief encounter at the office and in all honesty, I hadn't given it a second thought.    Seeing her today though, had quite the opposite affect.  She was a brunette, slim, but not to, her hair was curly and almost shoulder length.  Her eyes were just as I remembered, as soft opaline green.  The kind that could easily transfix a man, and  I was no exception.  After an interesting introduction, I found myself  fumbling clumsily in search of ways to keep the conversation going, and with her polite assistance, we indulged ourselves in a harmless flirtation that may have been scarcely  noticeable to the casual observer, but, truth bed told, I wasn't  paying attention to anyone else.  One thing is for certain, when I left for home that day, my thoughts wandered back to recall her senewy frame, and how her jeans extended deep and smooth across the curvature of her derierre.  This day, I realized was different than before, and my inner Dragon flickered to life !
      I imagine that it wasn't but about a week later that I recieved a work order to change out some of the transoms on one of our jobs, due to customer complaints.  This wasn't a common occurence, but not unheard of either, but there was one thing that caught my eye.....the address.
    I'd be lying if I told you that there wasn't a tinge of excitement in me as I pulled up to the lot.  No  one was there, but still I could feel a surge of adrenaline in just being there.   It must  have taken a good four hours to complete the job, and since I was in no hurry to leave, I stretched it a little hoping to get lucky !   I almost didn't.  The day was quickly fading and I  had packed away all my tools and gone back inside for one last quick inspection of my work.   All seemed good and as I turned to go, she suddenly appeared in the doorway.
    It was cool outside but not cold.  She was wearing  a loose fitting sweat suit and her hair seemed a bit disheveled.  Standing there in a quiet kind of distress, she looked as if she was waitng to be rescued and after our last encounter, I felt confident enough to move in close.   Her silence begged for me to question her, and seeing a genuine concern in my eyes, she reached out for me and I responded with a soft caring hug.  There was no query as to her discomfort and no admission either.  Our time was short and she thanked me for having a kind heart.  My response was natural, but maybe just a little to presumtive.   I told that if she ever needed help, to call, and I gave her my number.  
    Looking back, my words emanated from the heart, the duplicity of my concern was at the moment, unrecognizable, and yet it lingered heavy in the air, as if an invitation had been given, and discreetly accepted.  We parted with a soft glance and a warm smile, and although I drove away content,  a hunger was rising up within me.  A desire which churns the imagination, it enveloped me  and saturated my conciouness to a point where I was startled back to reality by the ringing of my cell.  Her words rang clear, they offered no more or no less..........she needed to see  me again.  My reply was simple, you will !
      A couple of weeks passed, and needless to say, my thoughts  of her grew.  I've come to understand that in my mind, if I see it, it  can, and often does, happen !   Well, I had gone places in my mind with her, that only encouraged my need.  A man's lonliness is a secret not easily revealed, much less his desire.........So I waited.
      A couple of weeks later, I walked in to the office to find a pane of glass sitting next to my desk with a post-it note attached, which revealed it to be a replacement for a damaged window, with the name of the customer inscribed at the bottom.   This was it !  I wasted no time in loading up and heading out.  It was dreary cold day, but as I approached the house all my instincts told me that it was sunny and warm.  I could smell her, almost taste her, and if she showed.....I would !
     Replacing a window pane takes all of about 15  minutes, so I reached for my cell phone to let her know that I was there.  Her response seemed cool and calculating, as she sensed something in my voice, and she chose to make me wait, and I did !   I knew that she was only minutes away, but I had been burning daylight way point the past of a resonable explanation, and I nearly bolted.  Much to my relief, I was saved by the sound of tires on gravel.
      I could have met her in the driveway but instead I chose to go through the motions of just finishing up on her window.  Her approach was from behind me and she didn't speak until I felt her shoulder settle in against the back of my arm.   Thank you for coming out to fix my window, she exclaimed !  Her voice was soft and sultry, if she had tilted her head even a degree, it would have come to rest against me.  Slowly turning my head, I gazed down into an emerald sea that glistened below me.   The pleasure was all mine, I assure you,  as she lingered a little closer than she should have .   At almost the exact moment that I turned to face her,  she pulled away and headed towards the back left side of the house.   She gave only a quick glance back, and it was then that I saw it.  It was subtle , yet clear, had I not been looking for it, I would have missed it........but not this time !
      As we reached the master bedroom, she turned to me and asked if I thought she was safe, always meeting with these subcontractors at the lot  that was somewhat remote in it's location to others.   Well, I don't know I replied, as I extended my arm, placing  my hand on her chest and began slowly pushing her back towards the wall. 
    Her resistance  was just enough to ensure that hand wouldn't waiver from it's position.  Once she was firmly pinned against the wall.  I leaned in close, meeting her gaze, and whispered, let's see !.
    No sooner had the words left my mouth, she grabbed my arm with both hands, pushing way and sliding her body to the left along the wall.   Sensing that she was breaking free, she stepped forward enabling me to slip in behind her.  
    Wrapping my arm around her waist and grabbing her left arm just above the elbow.   I forced her across the room and into the master walkin closet, where I again pinned her against the wall, only this time face first.  I let up only momentarily to judge her reaction, it as then that she spun around and leaaped up grabbing my head and neck with both arms and clamped down hard.
   I was caught off guard and surprised by her strength and my first instinct was to drive her hard into the wall, and I did, with her back catching the brunt of the blow.  She wasn't hurt, but she was startled, and eased her grip just enough for me to force her arms away from me, and  as I did, I moved my leg in behind hers and moved forward causing her to lose her balance and fall backwards towards the floor.   Her landing was soft, broken in part by my arm around her waist.   I quickly turned her over face down and straddled her,  forcing both of her arms behind her back and holding them in place.  I moved off of her and to her left side grabbing the waistband of her sweat pants and jerking them down around her knee's  with a force that caused her exposed bottom to reverberate momentarily, revealing a black lace thong that framed her milky white bottom to perfection !

   I was breathing heavy from our struggle, as was she, and for a moment , a quietness enveloped us.  She lay perfectly still until  she felt the cold steel of my knife against her bottom.......and she gasped!  With a flick of my wrist  I cut away each side of her lace and pulled it slowly out from between her legs.  She could only lift her head slightly as her arms were still held firmly behind her.  Still, she turned her head towards me revealing a wry smile and a sparkle  of green dancing beneath a cascade of curly brown hair that engulfed her face.   Without a word, I lifted her to her feet and  placing my boot between her legs, pushed her pants dwon around her ankles, stepping on each leg and lifting her easily out of them
   Without losing eye contact, she began to unbuckle my belt and loosen my jeans.   Already struggling to break free, I kissed her deeply as she succeeded in releasing me.  The energy oozing from her body gave her the pure taste of sex, and I knelt down to taste her again.  As I did, I removed one boot and one pants leg, after which I grasped her bottom with both hands, pulling her in  close to indulge myself, licking her slowly until she began to writhe !

   The floor was hard and cold, so I lay down on it, pulling her down on top of me.   We kissed each other with a passion that had built up for months.  Even the smell of her breath set me aflame.  I would have forever been her slave.........
     Ever so carefully I wrappeed my legs around hers and pulled them apart.  Pushing her arms behind her back,  I took her left arm in my right and her right in my left enabling me to hold them behind her by just lowering my arms down.  
    I adjusted slightly and entered slowly.  She was wet and warm and she was at my mercy.   Unable to move, she was captive to the rhythm of my body, and I began a slow series of thrusts designed to enjoy my capture and revel in her aroma.
     The only place she could rest her head was against my face, and as my intensity grew, our sweat and saliva morphed into a juice that covered us completely.   It was cold out and simple gravity was causing her nose to run, and without hesitation, she rubbed it straight across my mouth and face.  Strangely, a move that would otherwise seem unsavory, sent me into a complete frenzy.  
    I was becoming an animal, and my need to lick her every orafice dry was insane !   pulling tight on her hands, straining  her arms behind her, I widened my own legs in searching for a rhythm and letting the subtle movements of her body guide me toward her ectasy. 
    The only option left to her was to kiss me, and she did !   From that moment on, our lips never parted.  As  I gazed into her eyes, I saw her approach, and it brought me with it.  Pushing over the top, I  gave complete measure to the last few strokes.  Holding the last in deep, rising up, until exhaustion gave way.
    It became still and quiet.   I released her hands and legs and wrapped myself around her.
    I'm not sure how long we lay there, but I dared not move before her ! 
   I'am the "Dragon".   Iam emotional, spiritual, physical and sexual.  These are my tales, so the next time you see your lover..............make them take it...........if they can !   Rawwrrr!!!!!
         

     

Visions

·                               His perception was more than she had imagined.  Her soft delicate features raditated in the morning sun.  The smooth tender feel of skin, the lingering aroma of a  fragance made only of flesh.  The gentle whisps of hair surrounding him as she responds to the strength of his embrace.  More erotic than sexual, a residual energy remains as an invitation to come again.  She know's he will, and he know's he must !   RAWWRR !

My Enigma

  Those who are young, see only their youth.  As I grew older, I understood that my youth never left me, and although I think differently these days, Some things never change.

   I am a man.  One of modest means, simple tastes, and an exquisite eye for what moves me. No different from any other man, more fortunate than some, less fortunate than others.  What I see in myself, leaves me wanting, but not selfishly, only hopefully.
    Who of you can relate, when I say that through our lives, there are those who's simple exsistence leaves us craving for them.  Not in some fantasy, designed to remove us from reality, but in reality itself.  Those who we know, who we've touched, and in some way, have transcended mere infatutation, becoming a love in our lives !
   Love.......How deep is it's meaning?  How secret is it's cause? You see my friends, as I have told you before, a womans heart is an ocean of secrets, and a man's soul floats precariously on it's surface.  Should she grant him reprieve, then her light shines bright through the darkest of storms, and although he dreams to reach out, he grants her a wide berth, so she may pass safely. 
     Through our lives, we may encounter many who that give us pause, it may be a neatly dressed woman in the grocery store, whose form fitting dress is simply perfection on her. Or it may be an unshaven tough guy, whose slow gait and and toned body demand another glance. 
   Then there are those who are closer, one's who have intimate knowledge of us, those who we trust and find comfort in.  They are a safe haven in a cruel world, and we love them, for they rarely forsake us.
    And finally, there are one's that defy explanation.  They are the electricity that fires our imagination.  The one's that cause us to step out of our comfort zone, to risk all that we are, in hopes of finding something yet unrealized.
   For some, it remains a fantasy, hidden in the dark recesses of our carnal instincts, never regretable, keeping us safe from those who dare to turn the pages, and thus leaving them incomplete.
They are the enigma's, and they leave us with a sense of craving that can only be quenched by their touch..........

     I see her in my dreams, her hair is long, her eyes are bright, and when she smiles, they tell a story, one hidden in plain sight, but recognizable only to one who pay's attention.
   Her appearances were mild mannered and proper, a lady to be sure.  She was a mother, with a deep sense of caring, and friend to many, but as with most of us, there were things left untold.
   What can I tell you that will suffice ?  One day, it just was.  A road traveled before, suddenly revealed a new destination.  One that could not be disregarded, and one that would redefine my passion!

     Little did I know, as our eyes lingered upon each other, that she was the sex demon of my dreams! Covered in years of domestication,  wrapped and layered in lessons of time, she appeared not unlike any other. Had I turned away a moment sooner, I would not have recognized it.  But I didn't, and I did.  It was a gleam, a shimmering light that danced around a sea of opaline green. 
   A kindred spirit had revealed itself, she was a dragon, and though she would try in vain to deny it, she understood that I knew it and that there was no escaping from what had been set in motion.  The only question that remained, was how the world around us would survive the onslaught!
     I far as I could tell, makeup and perfume were not a part of her everyday regiment, for if it had been, she would have surely drove me insane.  As it was, her natural beauty always seemed to sneak up on me, like I hadn't noticed it before.  The fact is, I never knew when she would overwhelm me, and when she did, it was like a new begining, like falling in love for the first time.  Except this was more like a tsunami, a series of waves washing over me, again and again.  The sweetness of it was that the memories were never erased,  they were only compounded, each giving a deeper meaning to the next.  Leaving myself in wonder of it all.

    I awoke that morning to the smell of coffee, the deep rich aroma flooded my nostrils the moment I turned over in bed.  The master bedroom is adjacent to the kitchen, and as I opened the door, I saw her standing at the stove, her back was to me as she busied herself with bacon, eggs and biscuits!.  
   She was barefooted, wearing and old sweatshirt and a pair of tighty whiteys she had stolen from my drawer the night before.  The cotton briefs framed her bottom more perfect than any other sexy panties that I had ever seen her wear. I just stood there in the doorway for a moment or two, admiring her figure and day dreaming about her curves covered in white. 
    I don't know how many times that tried to breach the ramparts that protected her from me.  It was as if flesh and bone were colliding against concrete, and the only visible fractures, were of the bloody and bruised ego that craved every fiber of her being. There was something deep inside me that drove me forward, the more she denied me, the more determined I was to have her.
  She was different, in almost every way.  Every woman that I had ever been with, I had seen first in my dreams, I knew that their naked flesh would soon melt into mine, but not her.  It was if an invisble wall blocked my subconcious from visualizing the fantasy.  I don't know why I persisted, but it had something to do with her smile, it was the flashpoint, a trigger that released a barely containable desire.  Somehow I knew that oneday, someday, my opportunity would present itself, and I would risk all to to be ready for it .
     I moved in close behind her, wrapping my arms around her midriff, and burying my face into her hair.  Have you ever smelled home?  Have your nostrils ever been inundated with tranquility?  Mine have and once experienced, my resovle was complete.
     Arching her back, she teased my cravings with the curves of her carriage.  She could handle me,  she knew it, and so did I.  I slowly fell to my knee's and tugged at the cotton until it revealed the rounded flesh of my desire.  My fascination with her buttocks wasn't lost on her as she leaned over slightly.  With my hands on her hips I began to slowly kiss her derriere.
   If I could tell you what primal forces within me, drive me to have an insane craving for her creamy white cheeks, then you would surely know secrets that the Dragon has yet to understand himself.  Nevertheless, the fire began to course through my blood, and as it did, I began to bite down on her flesh. As if by instinct I reached up between her legs and gave a long slow stroke that ended deep within her lips !
   I guess at that moment she had, had enough, and she turned to face me, pulling my head forcefully into the apex of her inner thighs.  "Eat me Dragon, and eat me good", she exclaimed as she again forced my face hard into her.  As I darted my tongue deep down into her toxic aroma, I raked my nails deep down the front of her thighs, laying tracks of red that made her whole body shudder.
   The pungent odor of sex and sweat from the night before began to envelope my nostrils, and the suttle tremors of her body, sent my mind racing back to a moment in time when my insaitable craving for her would have wrecked both her life and mine.  These moments now are what I hungered for, and it took only a knowing glance to release the Dragon's fury upon her.
    I stood to kiss her and as I did , I lifted my right leg up between hers and with my foot, pushed her undergarment down to the ground and pulled her away.  The kitchen table was an octagon with extended sides, and before I knew what I was doing, I had slung the chair closest to us out from underneath the left side. 
   Grabbing her from behind and pulling both arms back, I leaned her down over the table.  She was short in stature and this position left her on her tip toes, which in turn accentuated her shapely legs and bottom.  Only for a moment, did I contemplate pulling the chair back to sit and feast on her back side, but instead I reached down with my right hand between her lips and began to play with her.
   Almost immediately her hips and buttocks began to girate and it wasn't long before her legs began to tremble uncontrollably from the leverage that a tippy toe orgasm was about to bring. 
   Reaching down just below her hips, I lifted her bottom just enough to allow a for smooth entrance and just enough to lift her feet off of the floor.  Her backside dangled within my grip, while the full weight of her body rested firmly on the table.  My strokes began slow, but ended in full slaps of flesh that sent her snow white cheeks reverberating in shockwaves !  The more I watched her body react, the more deliberately I delivered. 
    Rising up , she reached out  in vain with both hands for the other end of the table as chill bumps exploded across her rear end.
   "Oh god", was all she screamed, as her whole lower half froze in my hands.  I stopped, full tilt inside her and held her there until her body relaxed and then I lowered her down.  Pulling out, I carressed her bottom and massaged her lower back for as long as she lay still.
  When she finally turned toward me, the look in her eye's and the smile on her face, left a sense of sastisfaction that no orgasm could replicate. Some days are just like that.  

   Imagine walking into a kitchen, smoke rising from an unattended stove, and a pair of men's white cotton briefs laying on the floor in front of it. Never forget that dark hidden desire, be ready to act, for the truth is stranger than fiction, and breakfast may be a little heartier than you may expect.    Your enigma awaits !  Rawwrr !
 


 
    

Mothers Milk

Eroticism takes on many forms. If your lucky, it takes you by surprise, you never know what will turn you on .........until it does. 

     It was late, she had gone to bed early and after a few cold ones I soon followed.  It was summertime, and as I slid under the cool sheet that covered her, she awoke with a sigh of disgust.  When asked what was wrong, she told me that her bra was soaked .  This wasn't the first time, but this particular night would be different. 
   She had given birth a few months earlier and was breast feeding our young one as she did the others.  There was never a time when I didn't find her to be completely captivating and tonight was no different.  She was tired , worn out from the constant drain of a little one.  I helped her sit up in bed and removed her tee shirt and bra.  Still groggy, she fell back onto the bed and said that her breasts were about to explode and that I should wake the baby and bring him to her.  After a moment, I leaned down and whispered....not tonight !
     I lay down beside her and turned her to me.  Wrapping my arms around her bottom and back, I nestled in  and began to suckle her left breast.  After a few moments her body began to writhe.  For those who are left wondering, mothers milk is sweet, like candy, and I had no trouble enjoying my late night snack.

   I could feel the energy building between us as she rolled onto her back pulling me up onto her.  I moved from the left to the right as she reached down between my legs and  guided me home. 
     If I tell you it's true, then you shall believe that it is.  To be sucked and fucked, is like no other ride you will ever have.  It is primal, yet personal.  What it did to her body and to my mind, cannot be truly put into words.  Suffice to say, that the reality was equal to the fantasy.  She shuddered like no other time before, and I was so hard it hurt.   We both collapsed in a soup of sweat, milk , sex.  
    She was my lover .................And I was her Dragon !!!!!!!!

I have not forsaken you.   The taste of your flesh is much desired.  I shall return soon to tell you of it  !