The beach, for the most part, is a place to go during the summer to beat the heat and do something fun with some
friends. That's the typical reason...I'll share with you mine.
If you haven't figured it out by now with all my talk of nature and stuff, I love the Earth and all its beauties and hopefully will see of much of that beauty as I can before my life comes to an end. Currently I'm in Rochester, NY laying on a green towel, smoking a red hookah with a Peacoat on and a great person to hang with. Looking into the infinite ocean you realize what the world really has to offer. Working the 9-5 jobs, paying bills, and going to school can sometimes hinder you from stopping and really looking at the world we inhabit. None of the things that we have today, computers included, would be possible unless the world didn't provide us with the materials possible for it.
Looking at the ocean's movements...its push and pulls...you can escape for a moment and visualize all the mysteries and amazement that awaits for you past the horizon...beyond the sunset...beyond your daily thoughts. Expand your world...your creativity...your mind.
As I write this on my iPhone I can see the sunset...and the moonrise. I can see the world shift from day to night. The sky to the west is painted with orange, yellow, red and pink. The sunset dims the sky for the rise of the blood moon. In the east the moon, dark red works its way up higher into the sky with each passing minute...becoming lighter in color with each second. I am truly watching life...and that it what the beach is to me...a movie theater for life beauties.
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Tuesday, August 3, 2010
Foreplay- The Secret to a Sexy Evening (Part 1)
We laugh from our night out together. I take her back to my place to end the night smoothly. I wasn't 100% sure which way I should go about initiating the end of the night event but I figured she was expecting a little sensualism. She probably figured I would go in, have her sit on the couch, dim the lights, get a bottle of wine and enjoy the night. I had a different approach.
*CRASH*
I grab her and pin her into my wall shattering the mirror next to me. She moans with excitement and surprise. She flips me around and pins me to the wall. I laugh and she smiles and says, "You thought you were the only rough one?"
"I did...but now I'm glad I'm not.", I responded. She smiles back at me and pushes up against me and begins to massage my lips with her own. I run my hands down her stomach and wrap around her soft butt. I squeeze her...she moans. She nibbles on my bottom lip and I thrust her body further into mine. She picks one leg up and wraps it around my thigh. I grab the leg lift it slightly and run my hand down her leg, up her thigh and in between her legs. I rub her skin and massage around her vagina slowly...easing her into comfort. Her lips break away from mine. She squirms and moans deeply. Her eyes closed, drowning in ecstasy, while she bites her lip to keep from screaming.
My hand moves to her lace panties and teases her. I rub her softly and slowly through her underwear. My hand goes deeper and pulls her panties to the side and feels the heat coming from in between. My hands on the bottom of her ass rub on her soft lips. She gasps slightly and moans. She grabs the back of my head and pulls me toward her. She finds comfort and control in my lips. She kisses me while she makes her soft noises and rocks her hips back and forth. Her body is screaming for more...so I give it to her. I thrust my finger into her warm, wet center. She yelps and bites her lips. Her face so close to mine I hear her moaning, "Oh yeah!" I massage the inside, around the soft walls and deep inside. One of her hands leaves my head and slides down to my pants. My erect "partner in crime" has been suffocating in his cage...now he's going to be let out.
She rubs the bulge in my pants slowly and firmly. Her warm soft hands creep in between my belt and work their way down my pants and onto my erect penis. She firmly grabs the shaft and rubs it soft and slow. The heat from her hand turns me on and we are both touching each other and we're ready to fuck.
I take her hand out of my pants...I remove my hand from in between her legs. My hands grasp her ample butt and lift her in the air. As I walk towards the bedroom our lips interlock again. She passionately squeezes my body, yearning to be naked and out of the restrains called "clothes". I toss her on the bed and see her on her back and look at her eyes. With a seductive look in her eye and her juicy lips yearning for more...I creep up on the bed slowly...kissing her pedicured feet, then her silky soft legs, then her warm thighs. I sneak in between her legs and teasingly lick her wetness over her soaked panties. She shivers as my tongue massages over her area...and I slowly work my tongue up towards her waist. I begin to kiss her soft, flat stomach while my hands reach her breasts and rub them. I pull the dress off her luscious body leaving her in her sexy lace lingerie.
She sits up...grabs me and flips me
around. Now I'm on the bottom while she takes control. She rips my buttoned shirt off and unbuckles my belt. She smiles slyly at me and begins to kiss me. While straddling me, she unbuttons and unzips my pants. She removes my pants and leaves me in my boxer briefs. She flips my boxer briefs over and out pops her play toy. Her eyes widen at the sight of it and she smiles. She begins to creep further down my body until she reaches the dessert she's been waiting for.
Her mouth feels warm and soft against my shaft. Her tongue massaging the head of my erect masculinity and driving me wild. I grab her hair and follow her heads motions. She runs her hands up my chest and stomach and scratches on her way down. The feeling left me cringing for control.
She begins to move faster and harder. She begins to use her hands along with her mouth and I can barely take it. The waves are rushing through my body and I begin to tingle all over. She makes small moans with each thrust in her mouth and I can hold it in no longer. "Oh shit!"
Perfection.
(Stay tuned for part 2 "The Remedy"..the girl needs some loving too right? =P)
Sunday, August 1, 2010
Hypocrisy
To those of you that read my blog a lot, I apologize for not having written in a while. There have just been moments of fatigue for me and like Niche said, "even the strongest have their moments of fatigue" and boy have I been fucking fatigued.
Yesterday I was talking with a friend of memories past and thinking of my high school days. Boy did some shit come out. We talked about my earlier life in middle school, junior high, and high school. In middle school and junior high I was short and kinda round. I wasn't exactly the guy girls would look at and be like, "OMG he's so cute. Do you think he likes me?" I was more the guy girls would talk to and say, "OMG...everyone else but you is soo cute. Do you think any of them like me?" It was hard to have real confidence when you're that young and nothing really works for you. You see everyone making out...your fat friends, your geeky friends (yup), your violent friends, and even your best friend. Everyone locked in moments of passion...and you...creepy as shit just stand there and watch and wonder why that's not you. Sigh....4th to 8th grade with that crap.
Then there was high school...and this is where the conversation got interesting. When I got to high school i figured things would be different. People wouldn't really know me and the stigma of me being the short pudgy kid would go away; negative. High school was basically the same shit. Let me explain to you what my problem was. There were gangsters, drug dealers, psychopaths, and ASSHOLES in my high school. ALL of them hooked up with girls. I got my first kiss, at 14, with a girl I actually wanted to kiss...but i fucked that up. Telling someone they taste like chicken after a kiss isn't funny and doesn't help the mood so kids...don't do that shit. What used to really annoy me is the guys that were the biggest assholes in the world getting the hottest girls in school. The reason that people call sexy girl airheads...is because of that shit. When a guy is known for being an asshole...for playing girls...for cheating on girls...for talking shit behind their backs...for blatently being someone dispicable...you probably shouldn't go out with them. Oh what's that dumb pretty girl? Oh you're already dating him? Oh he's different with you? Oh he's calling you? Ok call me back........*Ring ring* Hey that was fast. Oh he broke up with you? He cheated on you? With your best friend? And bragged about it? And your best friend didn't tell you? And your hurt because he didn't seem to care? You want me to make you feel better? FUCK YOU! You should have known what you were getting youself into because everyone told you and frankly if you didn't know what kind of guy he was...you had no business dating him and this is now your punishment. Had you gone out with a guy who doesn't do any of that shit...you'd probably be happy and smiling and if you're really lucky you could be in love but noooo that guy isn't your type. That's because your type of guy has to spit on you in order for you to like him. You enjoy yourself then.
Woo...that felt good =) That was a lot of pent up anger towards girls in general. They go out with public assholes and then complain that they weren't treated right or that they are...what's that?...oh right...ASSHOLES! The hypocrisy is that they want a good guy so bad...and yet they go for all the guys who are exciting and stab people on the weekends for kicks and giggles. I told one girl who I had a crush on this yesterday and she said...well you never stepped up and told me. My response was...would it have made a difference? Would we have dated had I told you how I felt? She had no response...because as much as people don't want to follow the norms of high school...they exist and they subliminally run many high schoolers right into the arms of guys who will simply give them the clap.
Then the miracle happened...I got a real girlfriend and it felt like a real relationship at the age of 16. I tried to be the type of boyfriend I always dreamed of being. She was the first girl I bought a present for, the first to receive flowers (fake but baby steps right?) from me, the first girl I called my valentine. She was the first girl I had sex with and she was the first girl who crushed my itty bitty heart. After dating for 3 months...she decided to tell me she cheated on me with a guy from church. Wow...talk about fucked up. In the end it didn't work out...and we broke up. At that point I didn't think I was ready to be a boyfriend...and that what I had to offer required me to find a girl that I needed to take my time with. Get to know her and figure out what I want. I'm no where near done but some responses would be great. I'll finish this later. Gotta organize some more thoughts. This is a amuse bouche of what is yet to come.
Yesterday I was talking with a friend of memories past and thinking of my high school days. Boy did some shit come out. We talked about my earlier life in middle school, junior high, and high school. In middle school and junior high I was short and kinda round. I wasn't exactly the guy girls would look at and be like, "OMG he's so cute. Do you think he likes me?" I was more the guy girls would talk to and say, "OMG...everyone else but you is soo cute. Do you think any of them like me?" It was hard to have real confidence when you're that young and nothing really works for you. You see everyone making out...your fat friends, your geeky friends (yup), your violent friends, and even your best friend. Everyone locked in moments of passion...and you...creepy as shit just stand there and watch and wonder why that's not you. Sigh....4th to 8th grade with that crap.
Then there was high school...and this is where the conversation got interesting. When I got to high school i figured things would be different. People wouldn't really know me and the stigma of me being the short pudgy kid would go away; negative. High school was basically the same shit. Let me explain to you what my problem was. There were gangsters, drug dealers, psychopaths, and ASSHOLES in my high school. ALL of them hooked up with girls. I got my first kiss, at 14, with a girl I actually wanted to kiss...but i fucked that up. Telling someone they taste like chicken after a kiss isn't funny and doesn't help the mood so kids...don't do that shit. What used to really annoy me is the guys that were the biggest assholes in the world getting the hottest girls in school. The reason that people call sexy girl airheads...is because of that shit. When a guy is known for being an asshole...for playing girls...for cheating on girls...for talking shit behind their backs...for blatently being someone dispicable...you probably shouldn't go out with them. Oh what's that dumb pretty girl? Oh you're already dating him? Oh he's different with you? Oh he's calling you? Ok call me back........*Ring ring* Hey that was fast. Oh he broke up with you? He cheated on you? With your best friend? And bragged about it? And your best friend didn't tell you? And your hurt because he didn't seem to care? You want me to make you feel better? FUCK YOU! You should have known what you were getting youself into because everyone told you and frankly if you didn't know what kind of guy he was...you had no business dating him and this is now your punishment. Had you gone out with a guy who doesn't do any of that shit...you'd probably be happy and smiling and if you're really lucky you could be in love but noooo that guy isn't your type. That's because your type of guy has to spit on you in order for you to like him. You enjoy yourself then.
Woo...that felt good =) That was a lot of pent up anger towards girls in general. They go out with public assholes and then complain that they weren't treated right or that they are...what's that?...oh right...ASSHOLES! The hypocrisy is that they want a good guy so bad...and yet they go for all the guys who are exciting and stab people on the weekends for kicks and giggles. I told one girl who I had a crush on this yesterday and she said...well you never stepped up and told me. My response was...would it have made a difference? Would we have dated had I told you how I felt? She had no response...because as much as people don't want to follow the norms of high school...they exist and they subliminally run many high schoolers right into the arms of guys who will simply give them the clap.
Then the miracle happened...I got a real girlfriend and it felt like a real relationship at the age of 16. I tried to be the type of boyfriend I always dreamed of being. She was the first girl I bought a present for, the first to receive flowers (fake but baby steps right?) from me, the first girl I called my valentine. She was the first girl I had sex with and she was the first girl who crushed my itty bitty heart. After dating for 3 months...she decided to tell me she cheated on me with a guy from church. Wow...talk about fucked up. In the end it didn't work out...and we broke up. At that point I didn't think I was ready to be a boyfriend...and that what I had to offer required me to find a girl that I needed to take my time with. Get to know her and figure out what I want. I'm no where near done but some responses would be great. I'll finish this later. Gotta organize some more thoughts. This is a amuse bouche of what is yet to come.
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