Category: MfM


The Move

It had been a very long day. They had been packing boxes and getting ready for the big move in a few days. Finally exhausted, they flopped down on the couch for a little break.

“How can you acquire so much stuff in a few years time?” he asked with an audible sigh.

“I don’t know hun, but we are almost done with our part,” she said as she laid her head in his lap, “I am certainly not looking forward to unpacking it again at the other end.”

“At least there won’t be a deadline staring us in the face at that point,” he replied while stroking her hair.

“True, but still,” she answered with a soft laugh.

Her laugh and the comfort of her head in his lap caused his heart to skip a beat as he looked into her hazel eyes. He then had a wicked thought, which caused him to grin like a madman.

“I recognize that look, what is running through that dirty mind of yours babe?”

His only answer was to lean down and give her a deep, searing soul kiss. Her arms reached up and held on to him as best she could, giving herself completely to his kiss. The shared the kiss for many long minutes, their tongues exploring and teasing each other, leaving her feeling light-headed and very damp in her panties.

“Oh, I was just thinking that since everything was already off most of the flat surfaces of the furniture, that we could try some different positions in different locations.”

Feeling suddenly energized, she sat up and led him to the entertainment center, shedding her clothes along the way. Perching herself in the large cubby normally reserved for the television, she spread her legs and said, “This a good place to start?”

“Absolutely!” he answered, dropping his pants and moving toward her.

Distance

This is the part I hate

Being so far away from her

Not being able to reach out and touch her

I curse the distance, wishing that it were not the case

Why has fate cursed me so?

Why has she chosen to put me so far from her?

What crime have I committed?

What transgression is mine?

The answers elude me

Taunt me with their ephemeral quality

I resolve to do all in my power to bridge the distance

To not allow my circumstances dictate my happiness

I long for the day when the distance is gone

And she is in my arms once more

My Fear

My fears make me question

Am I the right person?

Am I the right man?

Am I the right lover?

My fears haunt me

I am not the right person

I am not the right man

I am not the right lover

Your voice calms my fears

Makes me whole

Gives me courage

Tells me I am your lover

Your words chase the doubts

I am the right person

I am the right man

I am your lover

Pictures

Pictures of you. A damn poor substitute for the real thing, but it seems to be the only thing I get to have of you.

Not just the images of you on my computer screen, but the images of you I conjure in my head.

Or the images of you and me together that we weave when we talk. When we touch each other’s bodies with our words, when we make love to each other with our minds. These mutual portraits are much more real, much more vivid than any other picture I have of you. The pictures are ours, shared between you and me. These pictures are my most treasured images of you.

The day will come when I will hold you in my arms, kiss your lips, touch your soft skin, ravish your body. On that day, we will create new images, pictures more special to me than any other I possess. These pictures will be reminders of how we touched each other’s bodies and souls.

But until that day, I will be content with painting pictures of us with our words.

The Other End of the Phone

All I have is her voice on the other end of the phone.

We chat, we tweet, but yet the closest I can get to her is the sound of her voice in my ear. I tell her how much I need her. I write my feelings to describe them to her. I can feel her presence in my heart, my mind, my soul.

But still, all I have is her voice on the other end of the phone.

I dream of the day when that will not be the case. The day I can finally touch more than just her mind or her heart. I long to touch her body, to feel her next to me, feel her skin on mine.

I long for more than just her words in my ear. But that is all I can have, for now.

Her Breath

The sounds of her breath affect me in so many ways

Her concern lightens my mood

Her encouragement makes me strong

Her laugh makes my heart sing

Her affection makes me whole

Her moan drives me mad

Her sigh completes me

Extra Terrestrial

The feeling was like being from another planet. We had anticipated this moment for so long, the fear was that reality would be overshadowed by fantasy.

But the actuality far surpassed the fantasy. As we made love in the hot tub, the feelings were indescribable. Like floating through time and space, two spirits wrapped up in each other. The orgasmic release just adding to the feeling of being in another reality.

As we held on to each other and kissed, we truly felt like we were apart from this world. Truly extra terrestrial.

The Sound of Her

Hearing her voice is the highlight of my day. It doesn’t matter what we talk about: kids, work, weather. The affect on me is still the same, it makes my heart leap.

Her laugh makes me laugh. The smile in her voice never fails to cheer me up. The way she giggles brightens the rest of my day.

Her sultry voice always turns me on. Her throaty whisper tells me what she is thinking more than just her words alone. Her sighs and moans tell me I have found my mark with my words.

It is truly amazing what the voice on the other end of the telephone can do to me. I can’t imagine what it will be like in real life!

Want to Watch?

We had not seen each other for awhile, and we were both horny as hell.

We had spent the hours before we talked texting suggestive song lyrics and thoughts. Even downright lewd ones!

The final game we played before we talked was the “My Date” game. I told her I had a hot date for later and she responded, “Who?”, knowing full well I was referring to her.

I went on to describe her in detail, and could tell she was getting as excited as I was.

When I got home, I IM’d her. “And here she is, my date.”

The conversation got extremely hot after that, to the point that I was so hard I could barely stand it any longer. “I’m stroking myself babe.”

“MMMM…does it feel good?”

“Oh yes babe. Do you want to watch?”

“YES!”

I turned on the cam and showed her just how excited I was.

Her Hands

Here is my MfM..I know, it’s Thursday, but hell. I was on vacation! (that’ll be my excuse). Enjoy

I watched as her hands smoothed tanning oil on her body. I watched as her hands adjusted the top of her swimsuit, then the bottoms.

I was lost in thought when I heard her whisper in my ear, “Need some help?”. All I could do was nod yes.

Her hands were on me in a flash, spreading lotion all over me. When her hands were spreading oil on her, it was sweet, innocent. Watching her hands on me, it was anything but!

Looking each other in the eye, we held hands and retreated to the cool of the room. Again, her hands were all over me. This time, lustful, desirous.

My hands devoured her body, like hers did mine.

The rest of the day was spent allowing our hands to talk for us.

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