Every once in awhile I need to check out what’s happening in the field that I got my Master’s in. So today, I went to the Web 2.0 Expo in downtown San Francisco. As my badge suggests, I went in stealth mode. Because I’m ninja like that.
(Like the shirt? It’s a Threadless.)
Months of waiting. Months of longing. Months of thinking about how being with you will be so perfect. Months of planning about all the ways I will please you and will be pleased by you…
We do not even make it out of the airport garage. The parking ticket rests on the dashboard, prepaid and ready to go. We are in the backseat of your car, you mounted upon me. A bit of teenage Americana to play with your proper European sensibilities. But there is no immature making out. No fuss, just a good mind-clearing fuck. We do not need a repeat of that time. You know, the blowjob on the freeway…
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As propagated by Eithrael Viola, this week’s HNT has the theme of musical instruments. Since I do not have any instruments nor have any musical talent whatsoever, I did the next logical thing for my generation: pose with my Guitar Hero controller. :p
it is morning or so says my body’s internal clock
my hand always seems to find your semi hard cock
eyes open and i see your waking smile
we’re not going to be up for awhile
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Cherry Jean is a cute, flirty gal who enjoys playing cards and dancing in her underwear.
Last weekend, I went to Half Moon Bay. I took a couple of seashells with me as a souvenir. One of them turned into a charm for my necklace. Hooray for craftiness!
I pinched her, a bit of her backside between my fingers, and it felt soft.
I pinched her, a startled cry came out of her, and it was all the more enjoyable.
I pinched her, even though she wore green, her favorite color.
I pinched her, knowing that she would pinch me back, and she rightfully did.
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I have warmed up to drawing again. It has been awhile since I have done some serious art-ing. Perhaps with my written awakening, there will be a visual component to that. One can hope.
My cat Rose was insistent to get into my way while taking pictures today. Fine Rose, this one’s for you.
The flicker of the lit candle holds my attention while he prepared. The tiny fire sways with the faint puff of air I blow at it, an excited dance in a pool of purple wax. As the wax melts, I inhale the wonderful smell of lavendar. I pick up the candle from the table top. Tall and thick, the pillar of wax is a bit on the heavy side. I tilt the candle a little, curious to see some wax drip. I do this above my left forearm so as not to make a mess on the table. Drops fall and splatter, accompanied by a slight burning sensation.
“I’m ready for you.” He says, placing a hand on my shoulder. The other hand reaches out and takes the candle from me. The candle is set back down on the table. “I see you’ve already started playing without me.”
“Sorry, couldn’t help it.” I say sheepishly.
He then takes my arm and starts to pick at the hardened wax. His fingers stroke my soft skin as the wax is removed. He stares me down while his hands are at work, his expression is cool and authoritative. His eyes catch the flicker of the lit candle and in the reflection, I see warmth and excitement. I not only see it but feel it too, as he moves forward to kiss me. The sway and dance of the flame is now inside me. A pool of wetness starts to form between my legs.
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