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44 • M • Indian Orchard, MA
- Last Online
- Yesterday – 7:15pm
- 6′ 0″ (1.83m)
- Body Type
- Strictly anything
- Buddhism, but not too serious about it
- Pisces, and it’s fun to think about
- Graduated from university
- Relationship Status
- Relationship Type
- Doesn’t have kids
- Has cats
- English (Fluently)
I also play the guitar, shoot photographs, hunt for buried treasures, and make stuff out of clay.
At least one person has, as a result of reading this told me that I'm good at writing erotica.
I lie quietly beside you, watching your slow breathing, listening to your heartbeat and letting my body be filled with your scent of roses and musk. You tried to take your clothes off for me earlier today and I wouldn't let you, And now as I lie here watching you, I realize that I am in a prison of my own making. Actually I have known that for a long time, thinking that I didn't deserve anyone, that a monster like me was by nature something apart from the realm of love. But now that I have turned away your attempt to be intimate with me, I can see that I have brought you into my own prison with me, and now I see that all the meaning that I thought my prison had, has fallen into dust, and all that remains is that all beings always face the same choice, that they can say yes to love and light, or they can hide forever in the dark, thinking that all the meaning of life derives from the pain of old wounds that are never allowed to heal; and that the latter course is nothing but cowardice and a hollow, childish fabrication, and I find that there is simply no reason to think and be that way any more, and I am done with it.
So quietly, gently, I rise up into a kneeling position next to you. I pinch the collar of your old t-shirt between the thumb and index fingers of both hands, and tear it apart like a piece of rice paper, and quietly tear all the way down the front of it, and open the front of it, to reveal your stomach and tender young breasts. I decide to tear away the sleeves too, and free you of it completely. Then, starting just above the waistline of your old sweats, I rest my fingertips lightly on your tummy and run my fingertips lightly over your skin, which quivers under my touch, and I explore your breasts, your neck, the hollow of your collar bones, the soft skin of your arms. I rest my hand lightly on your breast, feeling its warm and soft shape, I tease your nipple with my fingertip. Then I lean forward and gently touch my cheek and lips to your stomach and breasts, and then your neck, and I am lost in you.
Then I quietly cut the waistband of your sweats with my teeth, and tear down the legs as I had with your shirt, and the the same with your panties, leaving you nude, in a pile of rags that had been your clothes a few minutes before. I put my hands between your knees, and gently, gently, gently ease your legs apart. Touching the skin of your inner thighs as lightly as I can, with my lips, I run my lips along their length, from your knees to your lovely little nest of hairs. With just one finger, I lightly caress your inner lips. I want devour you, but I make myself slow down, I make myself focus on being as gentle as possible. I rest my index fingers on your inner lips, and gently roll them apart, revealing your clitoris. I open my mouth and rest my tongue on it, and give it one long, slow, deep upward lick. You gasp and arch your back, and lightly touch my head with your and, as what I'm doing is right on the borderline of too hard, too much. But I slowly, slowly keep licking you, caressing your clit as decadently and luxuriantly as I can. I can hear your heart racing, your body is quivering with tension; your hands are poised above my head to push me away of it gets to be too much. And then finally you let go, your whole body convulses in waves, your legs lock around my head and I keep my tongue up against your clit, still moving just very slightly, so that your body convulses with something overwhelming, right on the very edge of unbearable pleasure and unbearable pain.
And then the waves subside, and you cover your face with your hands and laugh, and gradually catch your breath. I ask if you're all right.
Then you try to tear my clothes off but it doesn't work, so I help you to undress me and then I take a seat on the side of your bed. You straddle me, with your knees on the bed, and lower yourself onto my large, cold, and quite literally rock-hard cock. I put my arms around you and hold your body tightly up against me, and my body drinks in your heat and milky softness. And them we just rock quietly back and forth, with me deep inside you, lost in the warm, soft, wet, exquisite friction within. And them when it finally becomes unbearable, I squeeze you as tight as I think i can without injuring you, and explode inside you in a way the likes of which I have never known before, and then we rest our foreheads together as the tension melts away, and we fall asleep together in complete and utter warmth and peace.
Forrest Gump, Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon, Big Fish, Ed Wood, Rushmore, Bagdad Cafe, Army of Darkness, and the first two Harry Potter movies. I like a lot of films by Buster Keaton, Juzo Itami, Woody Allen, and Pedro Almodovar.
Farscape, Star Trek, and the Muppet Show.
The B-section of my musical taste includes Brahms, Bach, Beethoven, Dan Bern, and the Beatles.
Food is good.
Sunday mornings in bed making love
How about six famous women I'd like to shag?
How about some artists and photographers I really like? I mean, is this site for Philistines or what?
Vincent Van Gogh
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