Ghostly Images

Tossing and turning in my bed didn't have the same effects as it usually did for me so I figured I'd come downstairs for some warm milk and a little late night TV to see if that would help. I get to the stairs and see that everything has been shut off. I look across the hall to my brothers room and they are both knocked out, now being the older brother I could use this opportunity to really mess with them in their sleep but tonight I am on a mission.

Since my earlier years I had learned to walk on my toes and to only step in certain spots on the wooden steps, for they don't sound as loud as others. When you are supposed to be in bed and sound a sleep eleven wooden steps can take forever to get past. With every step I think, “Shit can you oil stairs?” Then maybe its just a parent trap to make sure their kids stay in bed, like the days when I would test my mothers hearing to see if she could hear me walk across the floor but for some reason even when I wasn't walking she could still hear me, hhhmmm.

I reach the bottom one and and turn into the abyss, thinking of all the things that I can do while everyone is sleep. Then I faintly hear my name being called and I turn and look into the kitchen which is a ninety degree right turn from the steps. Then I see it, this ghostly figure slowly walking towards me and saying my name like a serpent. (Scary movies will always help enhance the feeling later on.) I can almost feel piss about to start warming my shorts.

Why can't I move? Why can't I run? I'm sure that if I turned and struck off I'd never get caught. Do ghosts have this sort of tracker beam that renders you helpless and unable to move? I've seen too many scary movies. I can feel my left foot start to stomp on the floor all by itself, like thumper in bambi. It is reaching out for me slowly and yet I still can't move. Oh shit it's got a hold of me.

Moms told me to goto bed, and now I can breath, I just dropped. She was walking towards me in some white night gown so plus she isn't the tallest person in the world. She is just looking at me laying on the floor repeating, “Boy what is wrong with you?” Ma, you scared the crap out of me, I thought you were a ghost.

The Phone Call

Today your phone rings and a smile comes across your face because it isn’t a customer. The conversation isn’t very different from most others in how it begins with how we are doing, how the day is going. You go on about something that went on earlier and how funny it was as well as it reminded you of me. I can hear how excited you are when telling me the story and the smile on your face, but you pause to ask me what I am up to; only to hear, “Oh nothing just listening to you.”


But what you don’t know is, that I have been cooking up a feeling for you for about forty minutes now. I’ve gotten to the point of letting go at least eight times and stopping and when looking down at my member, I could see my clear-like-white liquid reaching the top as it throbs and sways in the air. In responding to you I have to stop my movements just to help control my breathing so that you don’t catch onto what it is that I am doing. I know you try to get me more involved in the conversation and I try and it is getting more difficult to keep up, sometimes I even miss some of the things that have been said because you are just as silent as I am. It makes me think that you are waiting for me to respond so I come back with, “I’m sorry, I didn’t hear what you said” while letting go throb.


The time is coming when I need to let loose besides it’s getting more difficult to just sit here and not scream. So I try to wait until I know there are co-workers around you and let loose. As you are in the middle of a sentence I scream-whisper, “Ooooh Shiiiit” as it sounds like I am trying to hold onto my sanity. You are completely silent and I can tell the facial expression on your face that you just had, has been washed off and the temperature has gone up as well. It seems as if you are not breathing at all, as my comments and sighs have lost their rhythms. Finally, after hearing how all my shakes and twitches have slowed down to a halt, you sigh and I ask how are you doing with a smile so loud you laugh.

Early in the Morning

One morning I woke up with the taste for something on my mind. So I figured I would go to the store to try and find it. So I go to the corner store and walk around a while and my nose is probably my weakest sense (what’s scaring me is that its been getting better and so something else is going but I just don’t know what it is -LOL.) I picked up on this wonderful sweet scent and I followed it for what seemed a few isles.

I thought it was ridiculous I came here to find something to make a meal. Then there she is, in some jogging pants and this windbreaker jacket with her hair in a ponytail. Just the look of her has made me forget what I came to get. I feel myself start to stare and I tell myself to stop but I can’t and then she does it, she turns in my direction and sees me looking and smiles and walks by.

I feel my bearings coming back and I begin to look for eggs and milk and sausage to put in my hand-basket. I come back to the isle and I notice that she is right ahead of me. Now I wasn’t staring at her body the first time but this time good lord she had me panting like a freaking dog. Her smell was intoxication. We were in the self-lanes and she then does something that ****ed me up! She dropped something on the floor so she had to bend over in front of me and when she comes back up she makes sure to rub against me. Now my body is going haywire!

It’s early in the morning and I’m not use to it responding this quickly. There is someone in front of her, and there is even an open lane to the right of us but do you really think I am going to go over there? Something is going on with the customer ahead which gives us some more time “alone” as I slide my unused hand and reach for her. I feel the material of her jacket and slowly pull her back into me, never saying a word she steps back and slowly does these swirl movements that are sending me to heaven and back. I’m thinking it’s been so long since I’ve had sex, is this sex? If it is she better stop I’ll mess around and get her pregnant right through her clothes.

She’s next and she steps up and our connection is broken and I feel so cold. Now all I have is her scent on my jacket and hands. She turns around and looks me in the eyes and gets close enough to taste and slides her hands past my stomach to put her money in the machine. After she finishes with her groceries she walks to the entrance and turns around and mouths “bye” to me, she so stinking sweet, and all I can think is I wish I had a convertible ‘cause I’ll probably paint the inside of my car white-LOL Sometimes all I need is a good tease.

Thee Art of Teasing

It was our first face to face encounter. Our first date, our first chance to watch reactions, our first time to smell, and touch (physically). The date was pretty nice, we spent a lot of the time just talking and watching each other smile, sitting across from each other at a table at a park, holding hands.

So the end of the date is winding down, now there is a thing here where it makes me kind of chuckle but I'd never say anything to her about it, I just find it silly. I will always respect her wishes, but with a smirk. See she said that she doesn't want to have sex with me during our first physical encounter, the thing is, over the phone I've made this woman howl to the moon! So at the end of the date as we walk back towards our cars, she stops me and with a little sly grin she says that I can touch her but only once so make it good.

So I smile and then quickly the smile fades as I move in closer. I place both hands on her hips, softly and move in close, but slowly, so slow that I can hear her moan lightly anticipating a nice juicy kiss from me. So slow I can feel the heat from her body surrounding me, as if she had been waiting for this the whole time we've been around each other. Just as slow as I move in, I pull back. Never losing eye contact, never moving my hands. she makes a face of instant confusion, as we affectionately call online - "WTF". Only for me to repeat the measures again, then she speaks up, "What the hell are you doing?" With a smile, I am already touching your hips...

My Weakness

Look suga, I know I've teased you and teased you and yes teased you again, but don't I always finish the deed too? With all that said tonight is your night. If you feel the need to tease me just to see how I handle it, run it. As long as you don't try to do something that would make me feel like a woman. But for real tease me to the point that my eyes show you the intensity that your whole body showed me when it trembled. Don't give it to me, I won't whine or whimper. For I have brought myself to the brink for a month straight and still didn't let go, yeah it was insane but I did it just to see if I could. To the point where it felt like if I would have used one more stroke I could have sprayed the moon and the end of my Jones glistened as I struggled to keep my eyes open. When I stopped, all I could do was practice my breathing and even then you were thick in my thoughts looking at me with that blank "come here" look. To go that far and feel it in my toes almost to the point that I almost screamed and I had a tear come out the corner of my eye and go back up.

Show me your imagination, bring the ice, the altoids, the water, and the peppermint candy and yes even the jolly ranchers. I don't need restraints Ill follow orders just as you do for me; see I won't even hesitate. I'm trying to show you that I won't ask anything of you that I wont give myself. I'm just like you; I get weak when you are near. When you kiss me hence the reasons why I can be late for something from just a kissing sessions man where does the time go? Feeling your nipples on my bareback and your lips on my collarbone makes it tough to concentrate. Hell girl I get weak just by how you look at me. My weakness rests in your curves and you know I love the crease where your thighs curve into those wonderfully thick cheeks. I love the tummy on you and all the softness; all you imperfections are works of art just for me, that's why I look so much. Just your touch forces me to feel things that are difficult to explain. I swear I've never understood cats who spoke about their women rubbing their knee and having that turn them on but just as I have, you've taught me things that Ill never forget. For that I am truly thankful. I know you have something on your mind by the look in your eye, the smile on your face and the way you lick your lips. To be so dominant as you call it I'm weak. My weakness is you.

Stealing Kisses

You were talking about your day and you started talking faster, love it when you get excited to tell me something, but it was when you started complaining that I decided to take another route. It was already raining out and we didn't need anymore darkness, besides a part of me already longed for you. Hearing you complain about it raining outside yet again for the third day in a row, and I was paying attention (honest I was but I started to lose interest), there was something about the way you walked into the bedroom that caught my attention, the way your hips swayed back and forth.

I was standing at the door watching you get undressed and put on a white tank top with a pair of my dark blue boxers as shorts, I have to use restraint while watching you do this. I feel a burn of yearning in my stomach. You continue with your thoughts as if nothing else just happened, as if I didn't think anything of what I just saw.

You are still talking about something that happened at work and I have no clue as to what you are saying because I am watching your lips, it's almost as if I am in a trance. So I step closer to you, and closer. So close that I am right in front of you in the kitchen, you stopped with your daily report which makes me lean back and I see this smile cross your face but my face is straight, nothing but seriousness. I plan to steal.