"Flying High"-stories to make him cum

She had been traveling all day...she was hot and sweaty and tired of being on a plane: humid, stale air, and airlines that no longer knew how to really service people. Gone were the days when a girl didn't have to pay $5 for a bloody mary and a packet of peanuts just to get her through a long day of flying.

Then there was the inevitable impatient bustling and jostling to get off the plane. Worries of reaching for an overhead bag and having it fall on top of another unsuspecting passenger's head. Hoping that some tall guy standing next to you will notice how short you are and will actually offer to get the bag down for you. Invariable as you try to get off the plane, arms full of luggage, book, purse, laptop you bump into someone, luggage catching on some one's outstretched foot or knee, knowing at some point that someone will touch your ass as you walk by; if you're lucky it will be someone cute, but most of the time it is some lecherous guy you wouldn't even deign to give a hand job to in order to make your monthly student loan payment.

As she edged her way down the aisle and off the plane, a man put his foot out and she tripped, her laptop swinging from her shoulder; it just missed hitting a tattooed kid in a basketball jersey and trucker cap who had leaned out in the aisle, oblivious, all the while yapping into his cell phone. As her bag wrenched her shoulder and she began to fall forward, the man in the aisle seat of the next row quickly stepped out, caught her by the shoulder and grabbed for the laptop bag. Carefully righting her, he gingerly placed the strap of the laptop bag back on her shoulder, gave her a quick up and down to check for any damage, then smiled broadly and stepped back into his seat so that she could get by.

She turned as she slid by the man's seat, flashing him a grateful smile taking in the short blond hair, the crinkly blue eyes that matched the small blue flowers on his tie. Crisp white shirt, tailored pants that accented a slight bulge just beneath the zipper, hints of coppery blond hair rising up from the back of his hand that rested on the seat back.

He quickly grinned back down at her, his hand rising to adjust the tie at his neck and in the next instant she was through the crush of people. Reaching the cockpit she thanked the crew and attendants for a safe flight and then carefully stepped off the plane into the warm air of the gang plank that led away from the stuffy, crowded plane into the bustle of the airport.

Making her way to the baggage carousel, she stood in line for what seamed like hours until her black bag with its lime colored tag finally made its way along the conveyor belt to a spot in front of her. Glancing at her watch she realized she was running slightly late and opted to get cab rather than wait for the airport shuttle.

Throwing her bags into a yellow cab waiting at the curbside, she breathed a sigh of relief, settled back into the cracked vinyl upholstery and told the driver to take her to the Doubletree Inn at 4th and Connolly. She would just have time to check in, drop her bags, splash some cold water on her face and race back out to her all day conference. She had a long day ahead of her and couldn't wait till her session was over so she could get back to her hotel room, take a long, steamy bubbly bath, drink some wine, and then sink naked onto her bed and just.....be.

At 6pm, her meetings finally finished, she headed back to the hotel, stopping by the concierge's desk to request a fruit and cheese plate and a bottle of Prosecco be sent to her room. Dropping her laptop and purse on the bed, she undid the zip on her dress and dropped it to the floor, padding across the room in a black lace bra and panty set, she carefully undid the straps of her garter belt, slowly shucking off the thin black stockings they had held, leaving them trailing behind her like the skins of a freshly molted snake. Turning the tap on full blast, she adjusted the temperature of the water to just slightly less than molten, added some lavender bubble bath, and grabbed the terry robe from it's hook. Just then there was a knock on the door.

Slipping the robe on over her bra and panties, she quickly undid the clasp of the black garter and threw it carelessly on the bed as she headed for the entrance. Opening the door, she stood aside to let the waiter in with her food and wine. Setting the tray down, he carefully unfoiled the bottle, and oh so gently "popped" the cork in the proper fashion-no loud noises, no rush of bubbles, just the elegant hiss of air escaping as the scent of lemons and honey filling the room. He poured her a glass of wine, unwrapped her cheese and fruit, surveyed the room then headed out the door as she handed him a generous tip.

Dropping the robe, she slipped out of her lacy bottoms, unhooked her bra and let it drop to the floor. She snatched up a piece of apple and cheese, popped it in her mouth, swallowed some of the wine, feeling it bubble over her teeth melting the cheese over the apple, then quickly headed into the bathroom to turn off the tap.

Gingerly placing her glass of wine on the edge of the tub, she reached over to turn the radio to a smooth jazz station (nothing like Coltrane to put you in the mood for a little self love), then carefully stepped into the steaming tub. The shock of hot water against her skin made her stop for a second, then carefully she added her other foot to the mix standing for another second, feeling the steam rise up to fluff the hair of her cunt...instantly frizzing it. Slowly, slowly she edged down into the water, feeling the hot water race over her cool bits, bubbles rocking back and forth like the wake from a speedboat as it angled along a coastline. Once settled into the steaming bath, feeling her skin prickly and flush with blood from the warmth she leaned back and reached for her glass of wine. Taking a sip of wine, she closed her eyes, rolling the sweet liquid over her tongue, the soft melody of saxophone playing in her ear, and then slowly her other hand glided through the water to rest upon her mound, seeking out her clitoris, she slowly began to stroke back and forth keeping in time with the gentle melody.

As she stroked herself, she arched her back, her nipples peaking up out of the water and bubbles, the suddenness of the chill air instantly hardening them into points, rigid with the desire to be teased and sucked on, causing a mini orgasm to ripple through her body. Taking another gulp of wine, the bubbles rising against the glass, she arched her back even more, bending her legs up, knees peeking out of the water, her cunt reaching for the water's surface a tangle of bush floating to the top. Slowly she pulled her finger away from her clit and with her other hand she reached forward with the glass of Prosecco and gently tipped it. The wine cascaded down over her clit, bubbles splashing up over her hot, wet pleasure spot, down into the crevasses of her vagina....the gentle stimulation causing her clit to harden, an orgasm rushing through her as the ring finger of her other hand slowly pushed back and forth under the flow of wine and a warm jet of cum shot out from her clit, arcing into the air and the trickling down after the wine into her hot moist vagina.

Leaning back, feeling the afterglow of such a powerful orgasm, she raised her glass to her lips and quickly finished off the rest of the wine. Setting the glass down, she pushed herself up out of the water and stood to get out of the tub. Water and wine raced down her legs from her moist, hot cunt as she reached for a towel, wrapped it around herself and then pulling the drain on the tub, walked out into the other room, laid across her bed and let the towel fall open, the cool air once again hardening her nipples and slowly beginning to air dry her bush into a fluffy tangle.

Reaching up with her hand she cupped her breasts rubbing her thumbs and forefingers back and forth over her nipples as tingles of pleasure raced down her body towards her clit. Bending slightly forward she did a contortionist move and slowly slid her mouth over her right breast she used her lips and tongue to lick and suck on her nipple, nibbling and biting it till it engorged and filled her mouth as her left hand slid down seeking out her clit once more, stroking it back and forth, back and forth until she could stand it no longer and another long, shivering orgasm raced through her cunt and down into her thighs, her legs instantly tightening on her hand as she slid one finger into her cunt stroking it back and forth as her thumb continued to play against her clit. Releasing her breast from her teeth, she slid her other hand down between her legs and as she slid another finger into her cunt, filling the space now with two fingers, her other hand took over and began furiously stoking away at her clit. The dual action of fingers against clit and inside her vagina furiously stroking and fucking away reached frenzied proportions and with a long moan she felt the cum rush from her clit and makes its way down into her cunt. Slowly she pulled her hand out of her vagina, lifted it to her face and slid each cum drenched finger into her mouth, licking and sucking on her own juices as for a third time her other hand furiously rubbed her clit until one last orgasm rocketed through her body. Finally spent, her hands fell back on the bed as she laid there, enjoying her pleasure...her mind wandering back through her long day to that nice stranger on the plane.

After a bit she rose and headed back into the bathroom to wash her hands, she thought about rinsing off again, but the scent of her own juices lingering on her body aroused her and she decided against it. Instead she stood before the mirror carefully applying mascara and black eyeliner, some purple/silver shadow, and a deep purple lipstick to her face. Flipping her head over she shook out her long hair, teasing it with her fingers till it left a sexxy, messy tangle of curls about her head. Gliding back to the other room she reached into a drawer and pulled out a thin, black lace thong with little rhinestones lined up all along the thin strip of cloth that nestled tightly between the cheeks of her ass, each step causing the hard stones to rub against her clit and send a ripple of pleasure through her cunt. Carefully she slid a different matching thin lace bra over her huge breasts, adjusting them so that they just peeked out over the demi cups of the bra. She reached into the closet and pulled out a flimsy, short black sleeveless dress and slipped it on over her head, it cascaded down hugging her curves. Grabbing a pair of 4 inch fuck me black velvet pumps she quickly buckled them on, grabbed her little clutch and headed out the door, hotel key in hand. Bypassing the elevator she skipped down the few short flights to the lobby and headed into the hotel bar to grab a drink and possibly find some comfort in the arms of a willing stranger. Self love had it's benefits, but the feel of a hot, hard willing cock inside her was what she really craved.

Scanning the dimly lit room, she headed for the far side of the bar, slid into a seat and ordered a glass of champagne. The bartender handed her her drink and slid a bowl of pretzels her way. The sweet amber liquid mixed with the salty pretzels was a welcoming sensation and after her long day and busy bath time, she settled back into her seat willing to allow herself to become the hunted rather than the huntress.

As she slowly sipped her champagne and reached for another pretzel she began to wonder whether she should call it a night and head back to her room for an early bedtime. The thought of the cool sheets on her warm skin made her realize how spent she was from the long day, the travel, the meetings, even her own sexual gratification earlier. She was definitely feeling mellow and the thought of hanging around the bar hoping some kindred spirit would drift her way and make a move on her suddenly became unappealing. She had already had a pleasant evening on her own and why spoil it wishing and hoping for something that might not happen as much as she wanted it to? She pushed aside the pretzels, took a final gulp of her drink and as she set the glass down and began to swivel away from the bar, she felt a hand firmly rest itself on her shoulder and push her gently back in her chair.

Looking up, she caught a glimpse of a wickedly handsome smile and a flash of blue eyes. It was him....the man from the plane only this time he was dressed quite casually. Gone was the suit and tie, replaced with a pair of tight jeans and a black cashmere sweater. The man's hand slowly slid from her shoulder and flicked back her long, red hair. Slowly he leaned forward and gently brushed his lips against her earlobe. The hair at the nape of her neck stood on ends, as she drew in a breathe and turned ever so slightly towards him. As she locked eyes with him, she realized how exquisitely handsome he was, all lean and tall and nicely defined. He leaned towards her and carefully brushed his lips against hers then carefully pulled back to assess the situation.

Careful not to lean into him to much and expose her hand, she gave him a look of slight indifference and then waited to see what he would do next. She hadn't seemed very proactive, but then again she hadn't seemed shocked or appalled by his kiss. Leaning towards her again, he reached out a hand and slowly slid it along her thigh underneath the filmy black layers of her dress, his hand creeping closer and closer to her warm, moist cunt as his lips once again caressed her own. This time as he pulled back though, she leaned slightly forward and carefully bit into his lower lip, refusing to release him from her mouth. She pulled slightly, feeling a tug of resistance and as she looked deep into his eyes she slowly let go at the same time gently grasping his wrist and pulling his hand out from underneath her dress.

Clasping his hand in hers, she turned and slipped off the bar stool, heading towards the elevator-pulling him gently along. As they entered the elevator and the doors closed, she pressed the button for her floor then firmly pushed the helpful stranger back against the wall and slowly slid her hand beneath the band of his jeans, feeling his cock harden to her touch.

As the elevator stopped, she careful slid her hand away from his throbbing member and turned to lead him out into the hallway. His hand in hers, she carefully pulled him along to her door and then unlocking it, she swung the door open and they both stepped into her room. At this point, the stranger looked down at her with a wicked grin then turning her to face him, he reached for her dress and pulled it over her head leaving her standing there in bra and thong and her fuck me heels. Firmly but carefully grabbing her forearm, he leaned in and once again kissed her, this time pressing his advantage and sliding his tongue deep down her throat. As she pulled away, he spun her, gently flinging her against the bed so that she was now leaning over the edge, her legs spread wide, her arms outstretched grasping at the bedspread.

She heard the soft whisper of metal against cloth as he undid his jeans and stepped out of them. As she glanced back, she saw his cock stiff with desire and she felt her cunt moisten with anticipation. Leaning over her, his hand firmly tugged the g-string of her panties aside and she felt his cock thrust into her as he slowly began to push and pull in and out of her wet pussy. She leaned into him willing his cock to push deeper and deeper within her cunt, feeling the tip hit against her cervix, wanting him to fuck her as hard as he could. Harder and harder he thrust into her, leaning over her body, his hand reaching around to stroke and fondle her breast as she began to moan, her orgasm building with each push of his cock into her willing cunt. When she thought she could take no more, he slowly pulled out his cock and she felt tears spring to her eyes at the thought of his cock no longer inside her, her orgasm not quite reached.

It was then that he gently turned her and lifting one leg so that her ankle rested on his shoulder, he placed his other hand on the edge of the bed and then slowly, inch by inch he leaned into her, kissing her full on the mouth as his cock slid an agonizingly slow slide deep into her cunt once more. When it had finally halted against her cervix, he slowly began to thrust deeply back and forth, all the while his lips locking onto hers, his tongue seeking hers out, his body pressed firmly against hers. Each thrust drove her deeper into her climax and as a long moan escaped her lips, she felt him jerk once then twice within her as he filled her with his cum.

With one last long kiss, he slowly pulled out of her dripping cunt and pushed her back onto the bed, reaching down he pulled on his jeans, gave her an impish grin and then headed towards the door, turning one last time to smile at her with a look of self satisfaction.

As the door clicked shut, she stretched out along the bed, pulling her legs up to her chest, picturing in her mind's eye each thrust of his cock within her. Letting out one long, slow sigh of utter pleasure, it was then that she realized that her thong was gone. As he slowly pulled his cock out of her that final time, he had quietly pulled her panties off, stuffing them into the pocket of his jeans...a trophy for his future personal pleasure.

Limber and Stacked!

So, a funny thing happened on the way to my yoga class....I was grabbing something that I could change into for yoga after work and I made the bold fashionista choice of wearing a spaghetti strap white tank top (oooohhhh how daring-wearing white after Labor Day) to match a pair of gray cropped sweats with turquoise and white piping. Yes, only a girl (or a gay man) would worry so much about matching an outfit that she is going to sweat her brains out in after an hour of twisting her body into a pretzel just so she can be super limber while having sex! I think it's built into our genetic code-the obsession to match bras and panties with socks and purses.

Okay, so where's the bold move??? Well first...the white top is definitely see thru and I decided to dust off the bra I bought to wear for you and haven't gotten a chance to show you yet....hot pink and super conforming....but definitely shows through the white tank top but gives me a nice layered sexxy look....come on-the innocent white top with a bit of hot pink showing through and pink straps definitely highlighting the thinness of the white spaghetti straps-it's got definite fuck me appeal going for it. Plus the white top and the pink bra are made out of a show off every curve, stretch tightly across each swell of breast material. One breeze and there will definitely be nipple action. The top and bra definitely are made for each other with their accent the breasts ability.

So, I toss them in my bag and go off to a long day at work filled with meetings and lack of sleep. Two nights in a row of getting only 3 hours sleep each night, sucked into watching online episodes of "True Blood"-lots of sex, nudity, and good old fashioned girl wants guy/guy wants girl but of course there are complications which make the sexual tension something you can cut with a hacksaw-but that's HBO for you. But, by afternoon, I've gotten my second wind and am ready for some sweaty, centering exercise, so I change and head off to the yoga studio....ready to make myself oh so bendable.

Entering the studio, I roll out my mat, grab a blanket and a block and begin the warm up sequence that will eventually lead to several sun salutations, hip openers, and some wild balancing positions that can definitely make sex interesting. As I'm sliding from my first "upward facing dog" into "downward dog" I realize that my white oh so stretched across my breasts top has gotten looser at the bottom, causing my top to pull away from my breasts as I assume the position that will easily allow a man to slide up from behind and stick his hard cock into a most pleasurable spot.

Distracted I glance down from my upside down position, trying to keep my form, but at the same time realizing that the person posing directly across from me is going to get a straight shot down my top at my huge breasts straining against the silky smooth hot pink fabric of my bra. Every mound, every bit of delectable flesh, the tiny key hole cutout between each breast topped with a cute little ribbon rose can be seen by one and all if they just look in my direction.

Not wanting to break form and lose the burn of my thigh muscles stretching my ass higher and higher into the air, I do the only thing I can think of, I dip my head down, blocking the view with the top of my head as I stare straight down my top at those luscious, perfectly melon shaped mounds of biteable flesh.

It is at this moment that I realize....that this bra definitely needs a work out from you. The feel of your hands across my breasts, squeezing them, dipping your thumbs over the material underneath to stroke and tease my nipples till they strain; hard and pointed against the silky material, your lips wet on my hot sweaty skin, licking and teasing, biting on the soft flesh, sucking my nipples till I want to scream with ecstasy then feeling your hard cock slide it's way into my wet cunt as you slip my bottoms off and I slide on top of you and ride you till the cum pores out of me and then you flip me over and slide into me for another round of fucking and sucking every inch of my hot, sweaty sexxy body.

These thoughts continue for the next 15 minutes of yoga class as I transition back and forth from chair to plank to upward facing dog into downward facing dog, each time trying to "modestly" block the view of my breasts from the yoga student across from me, all the while wishing it were you staring at my breasts feeling your cock grow hard with the desire to fuck me over and over again.

Finally, the sun salutations are done, I tug down my top, smoothing it against my body as I assume the camel pose---a perfect exercise to strengthen the knees and back for prolonged sessions of kneeling in front of your sweet, hard cock as I take it into my mouth, anticipating the warm taste of your cum rolling over my tongue as I blow you over and over and over again....

"Bar None"-stories to make him cum

.... She walked into the crowded bar and scanned the room.... There he was over by the pool table.... he didn't notice her and she was glad.... it gave her a few minutes to pull herself together, to know that she could do whatever came next and not regret it...

The bar was full of people, young and old, single and married, all crushing together in some frantic hope that the world would continue to spin faster and faster, their lives growing wild with the excitement of pressed flesh and hopes of hook ups. Everywhere you looked there were tight jeans, exposed skin, flashy jewelry and tattoos meant to draw the eye of potential sexual partners to a person's most desirable bits. Tramp stamps, belly rings, and body glitter were liberally sprinkled about the bar like fairy dust. She inhaled deeply, settling into the crowd and the noise, at home in this alternate universe of lustful possibilities.

Moving towards the bar, she pushed against the writhing bodies, feeling her loins twitch with desire. Just the feel of skin on skin as she fought towards the counter made the hairs stand up all over body, desire coursing through her veins.

Sliding onto a bar stool, she looked around at the crush of people, taking in the chatter, the laughter, the looks of hunger in the faces of the sexual aroused men and women all longing for a hookup, some brief encounter, greedy hands groping each other in the dim light wanting to experience something that would make life worth living even if only for one night, one stranger at a time.

Looking up, she was startled to see him, there before her, a bar towel in one hand, an impish grin plastered across his boyishly sexy face. God how he made her instantly cream herself, moist and sticky she rubbed her thighs together, adjusted her dress, and rubbed her thighs some more. A mini-orgasm rippled through her clitoris and she couldn't help but lick her lips as she inhaled slightly. Why oh why did the sight of him do this to her every time?

She had been so good about keeping her thoughts and desires to herself and then one long night, tired from work, tired of not knowing where her next fuck was coming from, she had stopped into the bar for a consolatory drink. She vaguely knew the bartender, she had been coming here for years and he had politely served her each time, served her drinks when she wanted him to really service her. Then, close to closing time, a few two many glasses of sangria, a little flirting and the next thing she knew she was on the floor behind the bar making out with the bartender, spilling the fact that for years she had thought him desirable, had dreamed of fucking him.

It had been enticing, the flirting, the kissing, the groping. They had laid behind the bar for what seemed like hours, clutching each other, tongues licking and sucking on delectable bits of flesh. Before she knew it she was stripped down to her bra and panties, his moist lips tracing a path of sizzling kisses from her neck down to her belly button.

She straddled him, pressing her moist cunt up against his jeans. Reaching up to her, he sucked on her nipples through the lacy material of her bra as she rubbed herself back and forth against the zipper of his jeans, feeling her labia engorge, her clit harden as her juices flowed turning her panties into a wet, moist film barely keeping his hard cock from penetrating her. Just as she thought every nerve in her body would explode from wanting him inside her, she couldn't help herself.... she begged him to fuck her, telling him how much she craved his rock hard cock riding back and forth inside her. And then the letdown...

He wanted her too, at least that's what he said, but he had commitments and it just wasn't going to happen that night.... a rain check possibly? He would make it up to her. Stung, she had stopped, quickly putting her skirt and blouse back on. "Sure, no problem, some other time." She gathered her purse, gave him a tentative smile and had fled the bar.... she felt like such a fool. How could she expose herself like that, letting him know how much she wanted him, thinking he wanted her too, but he was a bartender, she should have known better, he was probably like this with lots of women. She had gone home knowing that she could never forget that night, the passion, the disappointment, she had tried so hard to stay away, but finally her resolve had failed her.... after all, he was still cute, she was still hot for him, and he had offered up the possibility of a rain check, so here she was again...

She looked at him as he leaned into her, trying to be heard over the noise. "So, what's your pleasure? Sangria?"...She paused, shook her head, and then said instead, "How about a Mojito?" Nodding he turned to the bottles behind the bar, mixed one up and handed it to her. She took it and slowly sipped. A wash of sweet rum and mint tickled her throat as she swallowed. He had placed a piece of aloe vera in it and she paused to stir up the amber green liquid. He smiled seductively, then turned back to wait upon another customer. Nursing her drink, she slid from the bar and headed towards a booth in a dark corner. Part of her wanted to finish her drink and walk straight out the bar-she wanted to show him that he didn't have such power over her, she was tempted to hunt, to find some sexy guy in the bar to flirt with in front of him, someone she could walk out the door with for a night of no-strings fucking, but she could feel his eyes on her as she crossed the bar and she knew that as long as he might want her, she was his.

The night was long, the number of empty Mojito glasses began to increase as the bar slowly emptied, singles, couples, hopes and dreams and sex walked out the door, but she stayed. At last she was the last person in the bar except for him. Slowly she stood and walked over to the jukebox. Reaching into the pocket of her wraparound dress she pulled out some quarters, plunking them into the machine. Punching the buttons for F8, the disc dropped and Rilo Kiley's "Portions for Foxes" began to shout through the speakers.

Grinning at her choice of music, he stepped from the bar, walked over to her, took her hand and led her to the pool table. Kissing her deeply, tongue flicking over her own, his hands slowly tracing the curves of her body, resting briefly at her round, firm breasts. Reaching towards her, he pulled on the string of her wraparound dress. Her dress fell open exposing her pink, lacy matching bra and panties. Slowly she stepped out of her dress and walking towards him, pressed her body to his feeling his cock harden against her.

Turning her, so that she lent against the edge of the pool table, he kissed her then traced a long path down with his tongue down the length of her body stopping at the top of her panties, inhaling her warm, musky scent. With one hand, he peeled her panties slowly away and spreading her legs, bent down to slowly kiss and lick every inch of her hot, wet cunt. She gasped and leaned back against the pool table, widening her legs. Firmly taking hold of her thighs, he buried himself deeper into her scent, licking and sucking her clit, tenderly biting it, spreading her lips so that his tongue dove deeper into her inner most pleasure. Arching her back she pushed into him, willing his tongue deeper inside, she felt euphoric as her orgasm climaxed and a wet, stream of warm liquid burst forth as he drank her juices.

Moaning with pleasure, her cries of "fuck me, fuck me now" rushing from her lips, he stood, grinning, his face bathed in her sex, slowly undoing the fly of his jeans. Sliding out of his pants, his cock hard and straight, he moved towards her, as his penis entered her, she gasped, wanting him so badly she thought she would faint.

Feeling his firm shaft enter her, she shivered with pleasure. Slowly he began to stroke her, back and forth, back and forth, growing firmer with each movement. Just when she thought she could take it no more, he let out a moan of pleasure as she felt his hot, wet cum fill her to the core. Pulling him on top of her, she pushed against him, willing him to thrust one last time deeply into her before exhaustion and well-deserved pleasure sated him. He looked at her grinning, wrapping his arms around her, kissing her full on the lips, his eyes twinkled...he had wanted this too, it just had to be at the right time, a rain check waiting to be cashed in, a pleasure longed for all the more enticing. A moment to be savored for its ability to make two people feel so alive, so sensual, so right....

Erato....

Erato is the Greek muse associated with erotic poetry. She is also my muse for this blog. What is life without poetry? Poetry is a way to express our thoughts, feelings, experiences, sensations. All too often we hide the erotic sides of our lives, pulling a cloak over our true selves in order to blend in with common society. Our thoughts and actions may co-exist, but that doesn't mean that our outward actions express our inner thoughts.

In my thinking, life is a shallow and empty pursuit if it does not allow for some form of poetry (be it spoken, thought, written down, or acted upon) to bring one closer to their true self, the self that is never fully revealed to the outside world for fear of rejection, retribution, or even regret. Situations vary, sometimes we can't open up to others, while other times we don't want to show our true selves to those around us. It is a fine line that must be walked with care. But, there is a point when one wants the world to know her thoughts, words, deeds and not be shunned for being oneself and so I turn to the anonymous world of the Internet to reveal my thoughts and desires without judgement by my peers.

It is here that I choose to reveal my inner most thoughts on love, life, and sexuality....if you want to know more about what makes me tick, what arouses my senses, then please open the book, turn the page, continue to read, but if you are afraid to know the real me, if that is too "intimate" for you, then by all means close this book and seek out another....there are plenty on the shelves.