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.

Lazy Sundayz

I know a lot of us cannot just do this due to our lives being filled so much of the same things, kids, work, and priorities period. In thinking about Lazy Sundays, I know some of US see the word lazy and cringe but being unproductive sometimes can be a positive thing, it can help YOU get back into being YOU instead of always staying so wound up. You know the little R&R. In a perfect thought, a daydream and there is nothing wrong with that, yea daydreaming, yes it is a luxury of the young but it doesn’t mean that adults can’t use it as well. So when reading this stop worrying about the things you have to do and just relax. No rushing cause, as well all know rushing can be the worst thing in the world. Can make one feel like the other is trying to catch a train. More deliberate moves or just being still in their way shows this.

Laying with you in bed and when I say bed I am only thinking sheets. No TV, no kids and no noise except for the moist kisses we give. No deadlines, no work, no cell phones, no pagers; just a day of giving up the everyday barriers and explore each other the way we’ve always wanted to. NO, NO, and of course NO. Maybe sneaking off to a summerhouse for a weekend, not exactly a cabin or a lighthouse but just a beach front property.

Just the thought of being away with you is exciting almost like getting away with something wrong, (why does getting away with something, feel good, especially when your not hurting someone else in the process?) anyway laying in bed and seeing you knocked-the-hell-out brings a smile to my face. The way we love, feels so good, the hugs and kisses and extra additives always makes me smile especially when I am not expecting them. Walking and I get my ass grabbed. Amazing…

Waking up from a wild and crazy Saturday night and to turn over and see you lying there wearing a sheet make me smile from the inside. It’s about six thirty in the morning and I can hear the birds chirping but there isn’t any light outside though the fall has come and makes us wear more usually but our love is so warm, so orange its not needed indoors. I look over at you as you sleep peacefully thinking that this is great, and it is just us. As I watch you lay on your stomach I lean over towards you and kiss you on the lower part of your back and you have no reaction, wonderful that means I have some time with just your body alone, not your mind and what I am doing, and I mean total control, complete greediness. Slowly pulling the covers back but not so fast as to startle you I slide down to your thighs and kiss them. Seeing that mound of wonderful flesh in my face does things to me that I am not yet ready to explain, but I can say this you have an impressive history. I hear you moan as you wake up and turn over facing me, I can hear you smile and feel your soft hands on my bald-head. I like the crease where your thigh and hip meet ever so lightly almost teasingly. Licking in slow circles and I can feel some heat brewing on the side of my face.

Now that you are awake and I have your attention I leave your hips and get out of bed. I hear you mumble something as I exit the room and go to the bathroom. Letting you hear me start to run a bath I am on my knees as you enter and I can feel them bump against me and I smile. I stand and take you in my arms and squeeze and let go. We stand there as if we are going to start dancing I let my hands hold you by the waist and let go and turn towards the tub and turn off the water. I motion for you to get in and I get in behind you and continue to hold you close to me. The room is dark but still sunny because your smile bounces off the walls. I take my hands and massage your head and I can feel your hands down my legs. I love this because in this position I can still give an effective massage just by turning your head how I want it. You let a sigh and your muscles relax and trust my fingers to go deeper. When I finish with your neck I can feel your head lie back between my neck and shoulder and fall asleep in my arms as I hold you and follow suit.

We wake up because the water is cold and go to the bed, I love watching you walk and even suggest that you walk a little slower just to see it shake slower. I have you lie down on your stomach and walk over to the closet and get my massage bag. When I get back I tell you to relax and rub castor oil on your back from your shoulders to your waistline. Then I get a warm-wet towel and put it over the oil and put a plastic bag over the wet towel and then place my thermaphore (basically a heating pad with its own trigger, the longer you hold it down the warmer it gets) over the plastic bag. Finally I pull the covers over your back to lock it in. I see you slowly attempt to go to sleep and start talking to you to wake you and I let this go on for about twenty minutes and take it off slowly. I hear you moan, as I take the layers off, the colder the air becomes. I replace the covers back over you and kiss you on your cheek, I hear you smile and tell me that your back feels great.

You finally wake up to the feeling of my tongue between your thighs. You smell so good right now and the heat on my face is so comforting. I take my time to play with your lips, while I use my hands and massage your thighs as I avoid your sweet spot. I stop every now and then to tell you to open your eyes. I want your eyes on me the whole time and not to hold your breath. Finally I start in on you with quick light slaps of the tongue while I slide two fingers inside. I hear you get closer. I love the way your breathing intensifies and the way your body wines with my movements. The closer you get, the slower I go until you can't hold on any longer and I don't stop and hold you as you rock.

From the other side of the glass

I arrive at the hotel hungry and ready for a nap but that's not the theme for this weekend, It's more about supporting my friend's wedding, but being that it's not me getting married or even being close to it, I'm looking for something to get out of hand. I saw the movie Wedding Crashers, and its not like I want to go crashing weddings but I want those brides maids.

The past few months I have really missed the softness, the wetness, the sounds of a woman. I've missed her heat, and the way she seems to lose herself with me. Her touch, her taste, her kiss, the teasing on both ends of the delicious encounters, the trust and the giving of one's self. Hopefully this weekend will cool me off for a while, someday I will turn completely orange.

I have a few bags for this little vacation, pretty modest for a man or at least I think so, I get my key and open the door, some much for the non-smoking room, it's thick in this room so I open thee window and there must be a family of moths in there and they all are pissed. I walk around and request another non-smoking room, which isn't too far from the moth's room, I repeatedly apologize as I move my bags out.

I open the door and inhale deeply, it doesn't smell of smelly cigars, and there doesn't appear to be an bug infestation but the covers are similar to the porn that I watch; they will be on the floor soon. It doesn't appear that the walls are paper thin but its not like I want to listen to strangers either, I want them to complain on my walls because I have someone making me scream like a mad man. Goodness I need a release.

So I head back out to get my forgotten electronic sudoku, that should put me to sleep soon. It's funny I can remember explicit details of a woman, birthdays, phone numbers, or how different ways to beat the “Dallas Assboyz” in Madden Football, but simple things like remembering where I just put the remote to this stupid TV will take me all night to figure out, at times it makes me think that someone comes right behind me to watch me, look in areas where I just looked just to get a evil giggle out of the ordeal. So am I am rambling through my car...ever get the feeling that you are being watched?

I look up to the second floor to see this face, the beautiful face of a woman, poking out from behind the curtains. At first glance she appears to be deep thought, and then I notice the curtains are shaking violently, and we lock eyes. Now I am not shy or bashful, but I feel this sensation of wanting to turn away like I intruding, but I feel like a deer in headlights, and she has this sly grin on her face; I am now tangerine. Slowly a finger emerges and makes it way into her mouth, and it takes a few moments for my heart to slow down but I catch on that, they did this shit on purpose, waiting for someone to walk by to catch an eyeful, I am no longer sleepy but my hunger grows. Her mouth is open, and her head keeps moving in this rhythm with the curtains, the window is closed and her moan still haunts my thoughts. We never break out visual embrace.

I notice that she looks down and then her hair gets pulled to look back out the window, I see the intensity in her face; they are getting close. I sit down in my car to watch the fireworks, and then her breasts make their appearance and the curtain flaps opens a bit and closes; I saw the figure standing behind her, controlling her and she starts to buckle and her head drops. It's getting to be too much damn I am wishing it was me behind her, controlling her, commanding her, working her, manhandling her. I feel my hands unzip my pants and reach deep in my pants and squeeze the head and I am throbbing I can no longer hold off and just watch. Her head pops back up and a smile rolls across her face. They've stopped moving, seeing this is killing me, knowing that he just soaked her through and through. Knowing that when she stands up, she will have a mess. Knowing that it will run down her leg, this should be one hell of a wedding.