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 !!!!!!!!