Animal Instincts…
They crawl wordlessly toward each other. The winter sun beams the late afternoon in through the blinds and they each seek the glow in the center of the bed.As she slides in toward him, he turns and slips his arm around her thigh. Smiling, she mimics his movement and bends over, nuzzling his hard cock against her cheek.
It is the scent that drives them, claiming them to one another. She buries her nose against his lower belly and breathes deeply; the heady musk makes her involuntarily moan.
He lifts his mouth from her hip and gently rolls her onto her back, spreading her velvet thighs as he does.
"Good girl, baby..." he whispers to her and the words move electrically from her ears to her clit, where they pool and pulse.
He leans over and breathes her in, her essence intoxicating him and his cock drips onto her right nipple. She whimpers and takes his long shaft in her fist, milking it to slake her thirst.
He resists the urge to thrust his cock deep into her throat, letting her lick and suck the head, all the while pumping a string of pearls onto her tongue.
Pulling her thighs wide, he watches as her glistening lips open, flushing deeply. Gently he pulls her lips apart and taking his tongue, licks straight down the shaft, letting the tip of his tongue curl over the tiny, eager bud. She bucks her hips as he sucks on her lips and slides his artistic fingers inside her.
He pushes and she bears down on his hand, riding it until she is shaking so hard he can no longer keep her still. He removes his tongue and replaces it with his fingers, barely touching but with lighting speed across her sensitive clitoris.
She bucks and moans as he fucks her with his hand and fingers and watches her pussy engulf him, his fingers glistening and fragrant with her essence.
As her next orgasm crashes through his hands, she grabs his ass with her nails and pulls him toward her.
It's then he thrusts.
And the tables turn...
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The Idea of Him…
(This is NOT about Finn. And it is not supposed to be sad!)
To quell the feeling inside me when he walks in the room, understanding he belongs to someone else, even if only occasionally. I have done a great job, barely thinking of him, except in those really late hours with only my thoughts and the moonlight streaming in.
I pride myself on being in a circle of his friends and not staring at him too long, or watching his movements, imagining his fingers as he moves them across the frets of his guitar or when he laughs and puts his hand over his face.
I've managed to stop the audible sighs when he looks across the room and winks at me.
But what do I do when he walks into a room and slides up to me to kiss or hug me hello and breathes warmly into my neck, caressing just a moment longer than he probably should, and his hands move down and cup my ass cheeks, almost lifting me up into his arms?
Where the next natural movement would be for me to wrap my legs around his waist...
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~Storm
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Lately…
Lately there have been so many things going on in my life, from demo and reno of rooms in my current house, a book deal (non-erotic) and various business proposals, that getting time for sex is tough. Those of you who are dedicated patrons of this blog have no doubt noticed this.So, even though it is hard to imagine, when I do get time, my body is not always in tune with my head. I break for a moment, and something comes up, and it's not what I WANT to come up, but it is just how it goes.
Contractors have been in and out of my house the past two weeks, and for a week I have a reprieve until I have to go out and buy marble for the bathroom and get that room ready to sand and paint walls and finish before moving to another room.
My daughter gets married this summer and in the midst of planning that, I'm building a house in the Carolinas. An exciting time, but one that is so busy I barely have time to think.
Finn is considering a job in Toronto, Evan is considering a job back in Chicago, and Jack is considering moving south with me. I will miss Finn something awful if he goes, welcome Evan back if he arrives and I have no idea what will happen with Jack. He is not moving to be with me per se' but has seized an opportunity to work there, and since he and I have been business partners on and off for 12 years, it makes sense. Couple that with Johnny's best friend, who is currently working on a project with me and will probably move south with me also.
We make our family from our friends as well as those related to us and I am happiest when surrounded by all of them, and with any luck we will all make the journey to a beautiful house nestled in the woods and 4 miles from the ocean sometime later this year.
I have so much to be thankful for, and so many wonderful and crazy things happening that I wanted you all to know.
I have not left, and I promise to still light a fire here and tell you about it.
After all, a secret is something you tell... right?
(And no, Finn will not be gone from my life, even if he moves to Toronto, will you Finn?)
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Enticing…
He glides across the room in full androgynous regalia. I can't keep my eyes off him.Being tall and slender with an angular face he does androgyny very well.
And we know how much I love pretty boys.
We talked before the party but I hadn't seen him before he walked in.
My heart jumps when he walks in and I recall one of the first times we spent together at a party.
Of course, he's late.
Still, I can't help but smile. He's so beautiful and my joy is mixed with a quick pang of sadness when I think he may be leaving to take a job in Toronto. Quickly I shake the twinge off for a much more satisfying ache.
The one that begins in my tummy and runs straight down to my clit.
He laughs, noticing the shifting of my hips as I rub my legs together to savor the throbbing as it steadily increases.
His hair is slicked back and his tall boots wrap his thighs in leather bondage straps, all buckles and promise of things to come.
Later, he lays naked, those same straps around his wrists and ankles and then buckled to the bedposts.
I love to watch him strain against his restraints, blindfolded, yet acutely aware of what is about to happen to him.
As the hot wax hits his chest, he arches his back and his cock slides into my pussy.
Timing is everything.
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Ambient Storm’s Provocative Persiflage 2010-01-11 20:28:00
Unfair Advantage.His hands run up my spine as he dips me backward on the table.
My stockinged foot rubs his crotch through his jeans, feeling his hard cock's resistance against my toes.
Leaning over me, he licks his way from my navel to my nipple, taking it into his mouth and biting down, making me moan. Gently he takes my ankle in his hand, removing it from his crotch and despite my protests, he takes my other ankle and very gently, very slowly, pushes back against me so I end up laying flat on the table, knees bent, legs spread.
He's still fully dressed and I am completely naked except for my stockings.
How did this happen? I muse. As if reading my mind, he laughs, low and throaty, as he releases his cock from his jeans.
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~Storm
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Ambient Storm’s Provocative Persiflage 2009-12-30 15:14:00
Happy Birthday, Baby...I still think of you often.
I know you must think about me or you wouldn't be so afraid to talk to me.
Do you remember the first time I said goodbye to you?
Five hours in the grass on a blanket outside of school, hidden well in the forest preserve away from prying eyes. Do you remember how we kissed for hours until we couldn't stand it anymore?
Do you recall the next time I said goodbye to you?
3 days together in a hotel room, bending me over and fucking me until I cried for mercy...
Pulling on your restraints and fucking you until YOU cried for mercy...
What about the last time we said goodbye?
Do you remember my head over the side of the bed as I sucked your balls into my mouth...
Making me scream until the other guests were undoubtedly happy when we checked out...
And now, on your birthday, I especially think of you, and the spankings I owe you for every year I've recently missed.
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~Storm
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Triumvirate…
I have been spending time this past month with my family and my own thoughts, since my mom died. Just taking time to sort of regroup.Finn has been traveling but even when he got home I didn't see him or Jack.
This all changed the day of my mother's memorial service. It was a month after she passed, and the service was to celebrate her life. It was not a somber event, but a true celebration of the woman she was and will continue to be in our hearts.
I spent the few hours talking to old friends of hers and people I hadn't seen in years, and at one point, I looked up toward the door and in walked Finn, followed a few people behind by Jack.
My heart skipped when I saw them. Of course, I knew they would both be there, but actually seeing them for the first time in a month was something altogether ... better.
There was a delicious sauciness in keeping the dynamics of our relationship a secret from my family. Everyone knows about Finn, and everyone knows Jack and I have been friends for over ten years. But no one knows exactly how close the three of us are.
It was wonderful to see them. Each one came up and hugged me and while they are so dissimilar in most ways, the familiarity felt really good and my stomach did those little flip flops.
And it had nothing to do with nerves.
Oh but the ache, the ache was real.
I realized that while it was good to take time to myself, it was even better to see them both. To feel their muscles, smell their scent, the roughness of Jack's goatee against my cheek, Finn's long fingers entwined in my hair when he kissed me.
During the month I had little to no thoughts of sex at all and it worried me a little bit.
When would my drive come back?
Would it come back?
As Finn's fingers played with the back of my hair and Jack's hand on the small of my back, the answer was right there.
The only question was which one first?
Did I have to choose?
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Happy Thanksgiving!
Not the kind of photo you were expecting is it?
I get him for dessert.
That is just one of the things I am thankful for today :-)
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Thank you to Everyone…
Who sent me condolence emails or commented on this blog.I am indeed, doing fine, thanks.
My mother had spelled out all her wishes very very clearly years ago.
When it came time to make the difficult decisions, they had essentially already been done.
So what we did, as a family, was honor her wishes and sit by her side.
And when the end came, it was peaceful and right, the way it should be.
I know it seems strange to say that someone's death was "right" but really, it was.
She was a vibrant, funny, beautiful woman and I am blessed to have had her as my mom.
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The Reason Why…
Storm's mom passed away this afternoon at 4:30. She was in hospice care the past few months.This is primarily why Storm has not been around as often lately.
I just thought I should say something.
And yes, I asked permission first.
:)
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