Posts Tagged ‘desire’

Tachycardia

07/24/2009  |  16 Comments

this is how I want you: slow. deliberate. measured. languorous. torpid bordering on excruciating, with kisses that keep you counting the millimeters between our... more

Sublimation

04/20/2009  |  3 Comments

It was the build-up and release from this weekend that has stuck with me well into today's Monday afternoon. The... more

Protected: I imagine watching you

04/17/2009  |  Enter your password to view comments.

From across the room, like that fantasy we shared months ago about watching you dance, watching your hips move, your arms... more

Holding Back

04/15/2009  |  12 Comments

I'm restraining myself. Holding back. In so many ways that feel so unnatural, like stopping an object already in motion,... more

Protected: The Good Kind of Unbearable

03/23/2009  |  Enter your password to view comments.

You remember how this feels. It's familiar, even though it's never quite been like this before. Something in your heart remembers... more

Wait for me on your knees.

01/29/2009  |  25 Comments

I pull her up from the table and cradle her close, her naked body against me, still fully clothed. Kiss her tender and run my hands along her skin. "Now: down." I command. "On your knees." She didn't quite respond quickly enough, still looking at me heavy-lidded and getting her brain to catch up with the sensations in her body. I push on her shoulders. "Down." And she slides to her knees. I take a fistful of her hair. "Put your hands behind your back." She does, eyes shining, blinking. "Wait for me. Be right back." more

Gloaming

01/02/2009  |  4 Comments

I want you in the gloaming, in the grey / light of near-dusk, anxious to fade / the brightness of morning, midday, / the tragedy of sunset back into the / dim tones where we no longer strain // to see.more

In response to what you want

12/23/2008  |  5 Comments

I would love to watch you dance. From the way that you fuck I can imagine how your body would move, all sweet s-curves and slow gyrations: there is such precision in your physicality, such openness. I can see the way you'd raise your arms to float at shoulder-height, eyes heavy to the floor or on the bodies around you, so tuned in to the music, the beat, the rhythm. You're aural that way, I can feel it in the ways you speak with your body, a language all to itself I am just learning to interpret and read under my fingertips like braille, waves of energy rising falling.more

We’re just getting started

12/20/2008  |  4 Comments

I won't tell you much about this date. There is no scene to report, no interesting beginning-middle-end with links to the toys I used (though I did go through three cocks). I won't speak of the ways I took her, the ways she opened and clenched tight. The tender places we both touched and from which we backed off (too too fragile). I won't speak to her mouth, her mouth, her near-perfect mouth and the way she tosses her head back, mouth open, this half-circle arc, when she comes. more

“I’m kind of … insatiable.” My First Date with Kristen

12/15/2008  |  12 Comments

We lay together and I catch my breath, flex and stretch my fingers. I run my palm along her hips, the sides of her body, and she is all nerve endings and sensitive skin, writhing under my touch, rubbing her feet against the blanket on the bed. I could take her again. Could roll her into her back and listen to her breathe and moan. I like the way her moaning becomes practically laughter as she gets closer. How she turns her head to the side and strains with every muscle like she's trying to press all the edges of her, like she's going to tear her way out of herself, le petite mort indeed.more