Revelation...

They held each other close, miniture quakes holding them in the midst of their intensity. An eternity passes, the seconds of the mmoment elongating into months upon months of euphoria. The after-shocks gripping them so tightly last an age, and she takes thaat era to think.
Here I lie, an angel holding me close, His wings enveloping me, His halo bathing me in this golden light. Is this really real?
She wonders on this for a moment, before noticing the thin smile spread across his face.
"Why are you smiling?" She asks him.
"You're glowing," His smile widens further. "Why?"
"Because, it feels like I made love to an angel tonight."
"An angel?" He laughs. "Well, an angel I may be, but I have the devil inside, and He wants to play..."

ARGH!!!

Well well well, hello again...

I'm sorry i haven't been posting lately (or in the last few months!), but I have had an all manner of things crop up lately. I've had technical difficulties (old computer = constant maintenance!), connection loss (modem got broke :(...), relationship problems (I'm single again), job issues (yeah, erm...two words: night shift...), plus another six thousand or so challenges and shit to sort through.

Anyway, I'm back now, and hopefully, for good. I must admit I haven't been writing lately, but I do have a little story to start up again! So until then, read this little taster I wrote for a friend I work with, wanted to know this old site was about. ;)

Oh yeah, to my American friends, Happy Thanksgiving :)

His hand traced the contours of her body. Each finger sent pulses through her, each one spearing every nerve he slides over. She felt lips press her, a tongue gliding down her neck. His breath electrified her. She wanted him, desired him. Her body craved his masculinity, to feel him thrust into her deeply, to match every thrust. Her desires consumed her, it had been too long since she had felt a man's touch. She moulded her body to his, exposing her lust, finding his heat...

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Two Ls...

We were sitting around the room, smoking, drinking, eating pizza. Conversation was light, small talk mainly. I kept glancing at her body, her small curves contrasting with her bust. I knew she noticed, yet she never said anything. Conversation, and wine, flowed, our talk moved into more intimate territory. I was waiting for this, my history with people preceded with her, yet she didn't noticed the connection until I opened my mouth. She questioned my sexuality, my 'skills', as it were, my bedpost, all the things that go around with my story. I answered honestly, keeping an eye on my girl's expression. She watched us quietly, whether through fascination or terror, I never knew. The questions kept coming, each one more and more revealing than the last. I told her, with all honest intention, that I was felling turned on from the conversation. She merely smiled, and so did my girl. I smiled in kind, more out of thought than respect, the thought of what I could do to her, what pleasures, and pains, she would experience. I already know her limits, she told me so over the phone. I left the room, in need of a glass, thinking about the wine I was drinking, thinking of offering her a glass. She had declined before, but she had a few bottles of Ice left, but now she was on empty, so I thought to keep her occupied. I was a mere moment, grabbing a glass from the cupboard, I return to the room to find a different view. I found them together, my girlfriend and her, together in each other's arms. I knew them two have got close before, but not to what they were doing. Their hands explored each other, t-shirts rising above their breasts. Their hands massaged each other. Lips, locked in a tight embrace, tongues twisting. I sat down and shut the door, they never showed any notice at all. My girl's hand slid down beneath her friends waist, beneath her jeans. I saw a flair of pleasure, a shock of lusty pleasure shooting up her back. My lover's mouth moved down, wrapping along the contours of her neck. I poured three more glasses, the white greneche's sweet scent exiting my lips. I a little longer, seeing the lust and pleasure before me, and wondered whether to let them enjoy each other, or to join in...