Thursday, June 23, 2011

Sex In The City: An Interactive Sex Blog

For months now we have been exchanging emails online; working each other up to heights of pure horny passion that I find it difficult to think.  Over and over again I have found myself reading her blog and emails only to wind up with a throbbing hard on that will not go away.  Time and again I have tried to convince myself that she is not real; how can anyone be that beautiful, that passionate and that honest all at the same time.  Sure enough though, she will be here within the hour and I will need to but my money where my mouth is.  The question is, can I perform as well as I write?  Well, if she is even half as magnificent as she seems, I don’t think I will be lacking for any motivation.  A stray thought flashes through my mind and catches my attention; “If you have an erection lasting longer than four hours you should contact your doctor as this may be a sign of a condition called priapism”.  How long have I been thinking about her? Since I woke up this morning?  Fuck, I better sit down and relax a bit.  Ok, so I admit it, I am at the airport already – a bit early, to say the least.  Well, you never know how long it will take to get her!  Yea right, nice excuse.  So, I find a bar and order a drink; “Scotch on the rocks please, but just one, thank you”.  I relax for a bit, trying to think of something else but failing miserably.  It is about half an hour before her scheduled arrival so I call her cell and leave her a voicemail letting her know I am here.
I relax back into my seat, feeling my imagination wash over me.  There she is, as I have imagined her time and time again.  Of all the fantasies I have ever had she is the most vivid; I have never felt someone’s skin so intensely.  How can my mind create the sensation of her soft smooth skin sliding against mine?  I can feel the tender skin of her thigh against my cheek, the engorged flesh of her outer lips against my own lips as I spread them apart with my tongue.  I can smell her erotic musk as I tease out the juice from within her succulent pussy.  I have never wanted to suck a woman’s pussy as badly as I want hers. 
The images change; I am on my back, she is climbing on top of me; I feel that velvety flesh of her feminine folds envelop my throbbing cock.  Inch by fucking inch I feel her take me into her.  I stare into those hypnotically beautiful eyes of hers as she lowers herself on me…
That is when my phone a ding, letting me know it is time for her plane to land…it is time for me to live out my greatest fantasy.

Monday, June 20, 2011

Definition of Beauty

At some point in my life I came up with a definition of what is beautiful.  I will not go into the exact details as to what prompted this but the definition has stuck with me:

Something is beautiful when looking at it, hearing it, feeling it, smelling it, tasting it or thinking it makes you feel happy.

Pretty simple really but it has made a huge difference in my life.  I recognize so many people around me as beautiful.  Being aware of it has made me even happier.

Wednesday, June 15, 2011

Where Am I?

So, I have been lost for some time now - unable to find that part of my being that spews forth erotic words and images.  I am hoping that it is coming back but it is a frustrating road.  I find it hard to enjoy the fantasies without having the opportunity to have that gorgeous woman sucking me or spreading her legs for me so I can slide into her.  I need to touch her, feel her.