Tag Archive: longing


A Special Surprise

It took a lot of planning, but I finally got everything put together for a very special surprise for my lover. She wanted a threesome with another man and had been sending me interesting pictures she had found on Tumblr, always commenting on how hot it would be to be the center of attention like that. So I started thinking on how to make this come true for her.

The most difficult part would be to find a willing third that she was comfortable with, so no anonymous bar pickup or Craig’s List loser. It took a little while, but eventually found the right guy. It was someone she worked with at the college that she had mentioned was very cute and seemed to be into her too. I managed to find an excuse to meet her before her class one evening and managed to get introduced. Bill seemed like a decent guy, and easy to talk to, so I thought this might just work.

A few days later, I dropped back by the college and found him in his office. I made some excuse about having a few questions in his field and he seemed more than willing to accommodate me. After talking for about 30 minutes, I said I had to leave, but would like to talk more, and invited him to lunch the following day. He readily agreed and we set the time and place. View full article »

Don’t Promise

Don’t promise

Don’t promise that nothing has changed

Don’t act like I’m still your friend and lover

I have faded in your mind

I have faded from your life

I have become an afterthought

Something you wish wasn’t there anymore

Don’t promise

Don’t promise I will be a part of your life

Don’t tell me I still matter

When all your actions prove otherwise

I am no longer important to you

I have faded from your thoughts

I have faded from your life

Don’t promise

Don’t promise that we are still friends

Because it hurts more than you can know

I’ll be waiting

It was about 12:30 am when I got her text. All it said was “I’ll be waiting”. I had just gotten off work and was ready to get some sleep, but the text made my heart race. I drove to her place, wondering what she had in mind. I pulled up to her house, all the lights were off. Had it been another night, I probably wouldn’t have disturbed her, but she had sent the text, so I knew she was still awake. I got out of the car and let myself into her house.

Once inside, I let my eyes adjust to the darkness inside. The first thing I realized was that it wasn’t completely dark. She had lit a couple of candles, giving the room a warm, sensual smell. I kicked off my shoes and listened for some clues as to where she could be. I heard some noises from her bedroom, so I tip-toed that direction. As I got closer, I could smell the rose-scented candle she lit when she was in the mood and I heard her softly moaning. I carefully crept the remaining few feet to the doorway to her bedroom.

There she was. Her lush, sensual body was naked, lying on top of the covers. Her eyes were closed and I heard the quiet buzzing. I looked, and saw that she was slowly pumping her favorite toy in and out of her sex. The scene was intoxicating, and my own body responded. My rod stiffened and my hand cupped the stiffness through my work pants. I stood there transfixed, watching her pleasure herself. I quietly undressed and stood there, stroking myself, determined to enjoy this. View full article »

The Memory of Her Kiss

I just got home after a particularly long, tiring, frustrating, day. I opened the mailbox, fully dreading the usual stack of bills and normal crap. I just grabbed the pile and walked back into the house, setting the mail on the counter.

I got distracted by the normal routine of after work, dealing with the pets and getting something to drink. It was almost an hour until I finally remembered the pile of mail, so I went back and started to sort through it. As if by design, the last letter was from Susan. My heart skipped a beat and I held it, almost feeling the texture of her skin.

Sue’s letters were always a welcome relief from the worries of my normal week. Holding the letter to my nose, her familiar perfume scented the outside. This always took me back to the last time we had been together. Our sweaty bodies tangled together under the sheet, her head lying on my chest and I held her close, the smell of her perfume so sweet and sexy. View full article »

My Dreams

My dreams are always fleeting things

Sometimes I dream of smooth skin and hot kisses

Others, I see visions best left unseen

At times they are just reflections of the mundane

Nothing to truly speak of

But, the best dreams I have

Are me touching your face

In that warm, familiar way

The touch that says you are a part of me

And I am here for you, no matter what

The dreams I fear the most

Reaching for you and having you disappear

Forever out of my life

Yes, my dreams are fleeting things

I just pray that my reality is not so fleeting

And when I reach for you

You are there, waiting for my touch

Sometimes Redux

There are times when my desires must be sated. When the phone conversation turns sexy, or she shares pictures of herself, or even when the mood strikes me. Yes, there are times when my desires demand my attention.

And sometimes, my hand just will not do the trick. It is my hand. Sure, familiar. Sometimes my desires need a different feel. They want the real thing, yes most assuredly. But more often than not, she is not available to me. View full article »

Reunion

It was a romantic restaurant she had chosen for dinner. We hadn’t seen each other in ages, and I was really looking forward to seeing her again. I picked her up and we drove the few miles to the restaurant. We talked like no time had passed, and the distance seemed to pass in no time at all. We walked in and the hostess showed us to one of the private booths.

At first, we sat on opposite sides so we could talk. We ordered drinks and just continued to talk. The waitress came by a few times, but we were so engrossed in catching up, we hadn’t even looked at the menu yet. Finally realizing how hungry we were, we caught her attention and ordered our dinner.

The food was excellent, and we laughed and talked. Our eyes met and I could tell she was happy to see me again. I know I was happy to see her again. I don’t know how long it took us to finish dinner, but soon our plates were cleared and we ordered dessert. She excused herself, and I watched her walk toward the restroom, feeling the familiar stirring she always caused.

Dessert was waiting when she got back, and I was sipping on my coffee waiting for her return. Instead of resuming her seat on the opposite side of the booth, she slid in next to me. She kissed me on the cheek and slipped something into my pocket. “Can’t wait for dessert,” she said while picking up a fork to take the first bite of cheesecake. View full article »

Beth

Beth had her back against the wall, looking up at me. Her lips were so inviting, I just leaned in and kissed them. Her passionate response surprised me, at first, but soon the other hotel guests returning from their own late nights just looked on and smiled.
I had met Beth for the first time earlier that night. I was in town for a friend’s engagement party and we met for drinks and dinner before the festivities. We had talked quite a bit before then, and so actually sitting face to face with her over Patron margaritas was just so natural, and we talked for a couple of hours before we had to get to the party.
We dashed to the liquor store and then headed to our friend Pam’s house.

We had a drink or two at Pam’s and then headed out to the local Irish pub for some more drinks and karaoke.
We had such a good time hanging out together, and being with Pam & her new boyfriend, Joe,  just made it seem all that more natural. Before we knew it, it was last call and then the lights were on. We talked with Pam and Joe for another half hour before the bartender finally kicked us out the door. View full article »

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

Good Morning

When I walk quietly into the bedroom, you are asleep. You look so quiet and peaceful, lying there, breathing softly. The covers are pushed back off your shoulders, revealing the tops of your breasts to my admiring gaze. I feel my cock harden in response to the sight, especially knowing you always slept completely nude.

I quietly remove my clothes and slide into bed behind you, my body sliding down yours until my engorged cock rests between the cheeks of your ass. My arms wrap around you, and my fingers begin to trace patterns on your stomach, your chest, and finally your breasts. Your response was to sigh and wiggle your butt closer into my crotch, wedging my hardness deeper into the cleft of your ass.

My fingers find your nipples, and begin to tease and pinch them, causing them to harden at my touch. Your sighs turn into moans, and your head turns back toward me. My lips catch yours in a soft kiss,  which cause you to melt further back into my body. You start to say something, but I silence you with another kiss. “Hush darling, just enjoy,” is my whispered response. View full article »

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