Hold tight

Lips full and warm. Just enough and not too much. Musk but with just a hint of sweet scent.
Your soul reaches for an answer but your mind slaps you to and fro in anger. Aghast your Id blushes and yet it continues it's want ant lust. Your lips meet hers again in earnest. You shall have her damn the gods! You drink your fill and yet it is not enough. Holding her tight you lean back and look into her. She looks back and smiles. Is this not heaven you think? I am at peace. Please may this moment never end. But grip as tight as you may she smiles as she slips away. “I love you..I always will” quietly bounds down through the darkness and never seems to reach her. Unafraid you follow her into the darkness. Your hands remain empty. Your heart looks for a reason. Any reason. You are the fool. God's bitch. On your knees you look up and shout, you scream and cry but no one hears or cares.

wow---HOT!!

Hot. Hmm. Have you had the experience of the slowwwww cum? You try not to notice. Try not to care. But over time you start to slowly get aroused. At first your legs move. Hmm that's nice you say. You think it's been awhile perhaps you're hungry. Nah. Damn I can't seem to keep my legs still. Ooh that feels good. SOAB. OK FUCK! Oh god yes. You no longer care that your hands are tied. You don't even feel it. All you know is that you are going to explode. Please god oh god. Oh my fucking god! ..... I love you. I hate you. OMG. Oh Oh. Shiver. Ohh. Oh FUCK!! FUCK!! You want to curl up and cuddle. "Love me." You say. I smile and kiss you. You look up and your eyes plead. Your mouth wants. Your body quakes and sweats. " SMACK!" "ooh" you say. Your tongue pleads and your lips parse.

Long winters are good for Marcus, he gets more expressive. I think he's still looking for his fav whiskey though.

I agree with Dallas.

I have to agree though. It's long and cold these days. I don't know why but whenever I try to write something xxx I need help to press the keys. They say the mind is the biggest sex organ. I believe it. 10% friction and 90% imagination.

See when I was in high school I met a girl. She was sitting there in my class. She was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. Months of nervous hellos and awkward greetings followed. Well she met a guy and asked me for advice. I gave it of course. OMG I was friend zoned. SOAB. We kept in contact. Over the next couple of years I called her and took her to a movie now and then and then I would take her home. We lived about an hour apart. Well one night when we where at her house I revealed that she was the love of my life. I then leaned over to kiss her and I kissed nothing but teeth she smiled so big. I cannot tell you how that felt. Well we were in love. Soul mates do exist. It was not too long after though that she left this world. So I'm a hopeless romantic and I cannot deny it my friends. I have a hard time trying to express the raw sexual experience. Though I can read it and appreciate it I cannot express it very well in print. I see the act in a way that is kind of ethereal.

I see the dim light move along her waist. My hand moves up her back. I kiss below her ear. My right hand grips the back of her thigh. My left hand is in her hair. Her right hand grips the sheets. She moans and moves so she can make eye contact with me. I smile and thank God.
But now I sleep alone.


I have kids. I even have a couple grand kids. I wish I had more.

The soul is healed by being with children: Fyodor Dostoyevsky d1881

Excellent reference. So true.

Thank you for sharing such a personal part of yourself marcus. My condolences on your loss, but she lives on thru you and yours and your words help many others on this board...including myself. Again, thank you