She Heard It All

She heard it all. The rhythm of our melody vibrating through the wall. Each sexy explosion. She heard it all.  The way that you traveled across grass laid plains all the way to mountain peaks slowly rowing down running streams.

Yeah, she heard it all.  Slowly anxiously waiting the next stroke, next thrust, next sensation. Spoken words between deliveries of ooohs followed by a plethora of awwws.

She heard it all.  Open wider than the Pacific and stretched longer than the Nile. Bodies intertwined on top, underneath, overlapped always dwelling inside. Each shriek, mild scream, brief moment of mental escape with husky moans of satisfaction.

She heard it all.  Lips undressing your eyes as you smack thick thighs. The slurping and dripping of candy in your hand yet all over your mouth.  The creattion of two, together or all in my head yet it was all to be heard.

30 Day Blog Challenge Day #7: My Dream Wedding...

I don't really have a dream wedding. 

I just want to be in love and married with forever being our foundation.

I do want a really nice ring and a very awesome kitchen.  I am still figuring the forever part means that we do not have to go into our marriage in debt due to our wedding but if money was no object and in my fantasy world, it would be grand and the presentation would be spectacular.

I want the man (marriage and it not be so much about the wedding).  Realistically, I want to be married at my church in a simply awesome WHITE dress, BLUE shoes as my something blue, my mother would give me something NEW and I would BORROW something from my grandmother. We would take communion, light the unity candle and jump the broom.

Initmate Reception with good food, good music and close friends and family. Open Champagne/ Wine Bar (maybe).

Simple.  However folks that know me know that I am FLASHY so, there would be some sort of unique attribute like a dessert bar, special cocktail and/or special video tribute, photo booth.  It's all in the presentation. 

Simple and Elegant.

There will be no electric slide at my wedding.

peep show fantasy

I wish that I could watch you watch me. 

See my every little move and all of the things in between. 

Watch me desire you and type you a naughtly little something. 

Then possibly touch me there as you feel you here.

I would feel all the words typed across the screen

trickle down the back of my neck then down my spine. 

It makes me twinge a bit and offers mild chills

that make the hairs on my arm erect with curiosity. 

I would look into your eyes and share pieces of me

with naughty words that make you blush with satisfaction.
you know i love it when you type real slow to me

 to know what you are thinking as you see me. 

Are you paying attention or are you having your own fantasy of me?
looking at you, looking at me makes me dream

rubbing, touching, carressing and you watching
tell me what you are thinking as you see traces of me
as I wish that I could hear you want me
peep the show.

Dear Mr. Unavailable (i want you)

Dear Mr. Unavailable,

You have been on my mind and I have been thinking about you. I have been thinking about wanting you and not being able to indulge in the matter. It isn’t always sexual but we tend to connect mentally. I heard you when you said that I was your spiritual mate. The connection has always been powerful and I can hardly stay to the passion. However we have been so close but not close enough. Our paths have paralleled but yet to cross. Maybe its not out time.  This time isn’t the right time but until that time is the right time I have my imagination.

In my fantasy you want to give in and be fulfilled this one time. You wanted to be engulfed in my world for a second. You wanted to feel my soul against your thigh amongst other things and other places. In my fantasy you see me and want only me. You see my sweetest desires beseeching plenty of pleasant thoughts caressing your mind’s delight keeping intriguing emotions flowing through the warmth of my skin. Our patience is tantalizing the hope of devotion even for this moment. The praise of passion and lust combines our thoughts. As we anxiously await the opportunity to touch heaven, take the stars as light within we dwell in the night. Your slightest anticipation keeps my spirit in tune. In this moment we seek to gratify all temptation beyond satisfaction. The moisture of perspiration trickles down my spine in synch with the slow pour of rain from within. Am I wet enough for you?

So, yes I think about you and of an opportunity but this only one of my fantasies. I keep it to myself as we converse of our future endeavors and chit chat about the past. It feels safe to live in the past and remember when. After all it’s better than having nothing, right?

It is ironic that people tend to want things that they cannot have. Tsk!!! Tsk!!! Why is that? I suppose we should converse about that one day. I am sure that that you have a point of view. I know you and you know me so there are some conversation that do not need to be had however I would love to indulge you a bit but I will save that for another time and another post to share.

Looking forward to our next conversation.