Saturday, February 12, 2011

Leaving a Mark

A hero is not someone who can leap tall buildings in a single bound, shoot heat beams out of his eyes, fly faster than a speeding bullet, or even have unparalleled strength. Most people when they look at this statue may simply think...it's a statue of Superman made by some crazy fan somewhere in Metropolis, Illinois...and  you might not be entirely wrong...after all...there are some crazy folks out there. But what people might need a little help understanding is that this statue has nothing to do with Superman at all. Superman has and will always be more than just your average comic book superhero, but he is a hero to all people around the world...even to the people who may hate on him or barely know anything about him.

Superman didn't always fight aliens from other worlds or save the Earth from cosmic rays and meteors...at one time...he was a simple social activist fighting injustice against crooked businessmen, politicians, and destroying dangerous run-down tenements. He was truly a hero for the people...and his origin came at a time of great need. Originally created in 1932 and widely known in 1938, Superman was a symbol for "Truth, Justice, and the American Way". During one of America's darkest days, Superman was created to inspire hope and instill strength to those suffering in the Great Depression. Superman was more than just a cartoon...he was a role model for a world free of hatred, greed, and war showing the world his vision of a world of peace and happiness.
Before I go off topic completely and write Superman's biography, my point is this: Superman, although he isn't real, leaves his mark in this world. A pose, like the one above, forever linked to his braveness and his ability to stand up for what is right. His selflessness is something to marvel at as well as is his ability to inspire even those who seem to have lost hope forever. Many people might think..."Superman isn't real so why should I care about what he does in his comics or movies? This is the real world and Superman just isn't realistic."

Well your right. Superman isn't real...if you try to act tough with a guy holding a gun...you might get shot so don't do that. Your not invincible and you CAN die from trying to act like a superhero. But if we take away from Superman what makes him "unrealistic", then your left with a man who believes in the goodness of the world and CHOOSES to make choices based on his own beliefs, on his own terms, with simple faith to spark his inspiration. When one tries to think about everyone thinking this way, it's almost far fetched to think it's even possible. But just like Superman, I CHOOSE to live free of hate in my heart and I CHOOSE to stand for what I believe in, as well as believing in humanity...in the thought that one day...long after I'm gone...humanity will see itself as Superman sees us....one beautiful race living on a beautiful planet...surrounded by beautiful celestial diamonds in and endless abyss of galactic wonder and amazement. Our lives...the life of our planet...the life of our universe all intertwine to create a gorgeous work of art.

This is how I choose to see my world. This is how I choose to live my life. I may never leave the atmosphere of the Earth and catch a glimpse of the infinite wonders the universe has to offer...but in my heart I know that it is there...and I am reminded every time I see this universal sign.

Superman has impacted more people than many can imagine and even admit...but it has been for the best. He is a true role model and one of the remaining few. An image that hopefully will never be tarnished or tampered with so that 100 years down the line...generations can follow his example even better than us and maybe learn to live in harmony.

We have all taken risks in the making of war.  Isn't it time that we should take risks to secure peace?  ~J. Ramsay MacDonald

Tuesday, December 28, 2010

Ramo: The Hopeless Romantic



Dear Omar,

So remember that girl I had told you about? The amazing one? The gorgeous one? The one I found to be special? She rejected me...and it sucked. She said, "I just want to be friends." No weapon in the world could have hurt me more than that. I know that you say, "If you genuinely want to make them happy...then they will be happy being made happy by you." Okay so maybe you never said those exact words but it was something along those lines. But when happens when it doesn't work? What happens when she doesn't want you to be that guy? What happens when being with her used to make you feel on top of the world...to feeling like just another guy that likes her? I thought it was something...and I was happy about it...ecstatic even...but in the end I was alone. Two days...I had two days to feel what it would be like to be with her...as someone special...as someone wanted and cared for...best two days of my life.

Sincerely,
Ramo

Wednesday, November 10, 2010

A Slave to Temptation

What if you were tempted...everyday...all day? I don't mean tempted by something like a Lamborgini or some other ridiculous fantasy...but something obtainable...something personal...something special. A ghost of memories past begin to take true form and I spill my guts to this purple phantasm. I am truthful...real...and confused. I don't know what to expect (or even if I expect anything)...I don't know what I want...but I do know I don't want anyone to be hurt.

The truth may set u free...but it may destroy someone else. So what do u do? Speak truth and risk a civil war...or stay quiet and remain a slave within a prison of your secret temptations.

I choose the latter. I am the person always looking to save someone...someone who wants happiness throughout the world. So for now...I will take the pain...I will stay enslaved...I will risk my freedom for the happiness of others...just know...whoever u are...where ever u may be...my pain is nothing compared to your happiness.

Wednesday, October 20, 2010

The Remedy- the Interuption: Alternate Ending

Note: At the end of "Reciprocating: The Remedy" the man and woman lay in bed together wrapped in ecstasy. With that in mind...the story has a short alternate ending with a little humor...enjoy.

*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK*

She groans at the knocking, "What an awful time for a visitor."

"I know", I replied. "I'm going to go see who it is."

I get out of bed slide into a robe and proceed towards the door.

"Who is it?"

"The police. Open up please."

I couldn't understand why the police were at my house but I guess I was going to find out. I open the door to see two police officers standing with their hands on their holsters and I am nervous.

"Is there something I can help you with officers?"

"Yeah we got a complaint of loud noises coming from this apartment. One of your neighbors said it sounded like domestic violence."

-_-....

Erotic Fiction- "Reciprocating: The Remedy" (Part 2)

This is a continuation of Foreplay: Secret to a Sexy Evening. If you haven't read it please click the link and read. It's always better to read in order =D.
I open my eyes slowly to see her smiling around my waist line. I pull her up towards me and lay with her...staring into her crystal clear eyes feeling warmer as every second passes.

"That was amazing." I said to her as my nose pressed up gently upon hers...my lips inches from hers and our bodies intertwined with one another.

She giggled, "Well thanks. I'm a little out of practice though. I'm glad you couldn't tell."

"What do you mean out of practice?" I asked.

"I don't want to talk about it. I didn't mean to bring it up." She began to slowly push away. I could feel myself losing her and I realized there was a lot about this beautiful woman I didn't know.

I pushed her back into my arms, wrapped my legs around hers and held her until she began to smile.

"I really like you", I told her. "You're the most amazing woman I've met and I don't want you to feel uncomfortable in anyway. When you're ready to talk to me...I'm ready to listen."

She sighed and looked at me. She looked into my eyes like I've looked into her. I can't tell you exactly what she saw but her face brightened up after her gaze and I saw new life in her.

"I feel very comfortable with you", she said. "None of that would have happened otherwise. I'll tell you because I have nothing more to lose at this point." At that moment I felt a little reluctant. I thought she was going to tell me she'd been in jail for the last year or something ridiculous.

"My last relationship wasn't the best. I dated him on and off for a few years. Most recently, we were dating for about a year and a half almost two...but the relationship was flawed. He was an amazing guy. Very caring, supportive, attractive, and best of all he was a great friend."

"What was the issue then?", I asked. "He sounds like a great guy."

"Well the issue was..." She was reluctant to tell me. You could see the this was eating her up inside. "My ex and I weren't intimate for a long time."

"What's a long time?", I asked.

Hesitant she replied, "A few weeks..."

"That's not THAT bad." I hastily replied trying to comfort her.

"Well...It was a few weeks that quickly turned into almost a year. But for seven months straight we didn't do anything. No sex...no kissing...no touching." I was shocked. How could a sexy girl like this be deprived of sex. Who was the asshole not making love to this gorgeous creature.

"Wow...I didn't expect that. I'm sorry. I hope I'm not too forward when I ask you if he cheated on you."

"Well he did before but that's not the reason he wasn't touching me." I was intrigued when she told me this. I figured if your not sleeping with this girl you at the VERY least better be hooking up with someone else.

"I went through his phone. Not something I normally do but I mean after seven months...I needed some answers...and the one's he was giving me were old and tired. So when I checked his phone there were a lot of text messages to Patty. I looked at these text messages and man were they dirty. Patty was was basically telling my ex all the different positions a blow job was possible from. I got very upset and decided to call this bitch from his phone. As the phone rings I'm trying to figure out what I want to say...then all of a sudden in a deep voice.

'Hey baby. I was waiting for you to get ride of that girl and come jump on this di...'"

"ALRIGHT! I got it."

We continued to talk to each other, continued to laugh on a bed of bliss. Seeing her soft smile and her tender eyes sinks my body into comfort. All these feelings are making me thirsty.

"I'm going to get something to drink. Do you want anything?"

She responded smiling, "Yeah, some water would be great. Thanks."

I wrapped a towel around my waist and walked out of my bedroom, around the corner to the kitchen. As I open the door to the refrigerator, I notice ice in the freezer. I've known this girl for a few days...I might want to use the ice for another time.

I grab a glass and pour some water for my parched throat. The cold water runs down my body, cooling down every inch of it until it settles in my stomach, coating it with a sense of relief. I refill the glass with water and walk back to the bedroom where she waits for me.

As I walk into the bedroom with her water she's out of the bed and walking over toward me...slowly...and seductively.

"I changed my mind...I don't want any water...I want some cream."

My eyes opened in amazement at her forwardness...she's a keeper.

"So...you don't want the water then?"

She smiles and throws the glass of water out the room and it lands softly on the carpet...the water spills everywhere. She grabs my towel and rips it from around my waste...throwing it across the room.

"You won't need that", she teases.

She slides her hands across my face and grabs the back of my head pulling my lips onto hers. I grab her her shapely ass and pick her up. Her legs wrap around mine and squeeze with her body screaming for some attention.

I lay her down on the bed slowly...lift my lips from hers...and smile.

"It's your turn."

She smiles in response and bites her lip. I begin to kiss her lips then move down to her neck...kissing and massaging her with my tongue...listening to her moans. My hands roam on her breasts and move slowly down her body...my fingers sliding down her chest...then her stomach...and around her waist...making her shiver.

My lips continue their adventure down towards her supple breasts. My lips cover her erect nipples and my tongue massages them. Her legs shake and her hands grab my head and push me further down. She knows what she wants and she wants it now.

I move down...leaving kisses all over her stomach as i move in between her legs. Her legs, cold and untouched, begin to warm up as my lips begin to explore the soft skin on her thighs. From one thigh to the next, she clenches and gyrates to control her overwhelming feeling to jump up and take control of the situation, but she's mine right now.

Cleanly shaven, I can see the rosy color her lips hold. I massage the outside with my fingers...I hear her squeal. She begins to get very hot as her lips slowly opened and yearned for my tongue. I moved in close to taste her sweet nectar and explore her slice of heaven.

"Eat me..." she moans.

I can no longer deny her what she's been waiting for. My tongue moves further in between her legs, licking her soft and sensually on her thighs as it does. I can see how moist she has become...how hot and ready she is for me to taste her sex. I hold her legs apart as my tongue dives in and massages her sensitive skin. The taste of her skin and her juices are intoxicating. She bucks her hips back and forth with each flick of my  tongue. Her legs wrap around my back and my hands grasp her ample bottom from underneath. I squeeze her...she jerks her hips upwards and pushes herself even further into me. My tongue loose on a rampage...painting a mural in between her...making her sweat...making her quiver. I remove one of my soft hands from under her and slide it up her creamy skin following the heat and wetness in between her. My hand reaches its destination and aids my tongue on its quest for her bliss.

My tongue moves further up to her little pearl and my fingers slip inside her tantalizing, moist cavern. She lets out a loud yelp and firmly grabs my hair. I can hear the whispers of "oh my god!" turn into loud screams as I begin to move faster and faster. I can feel her toes curl up tight...(I move faster)...her back arch...(and faster)...her eyes rolling back...(and faster)...her hands clenching...(and faster)...reaching for that peak...

"OH MY GOOOD!"

I can feel her body shake and tighten up for seconds as I slow down. Her body loosens up and, exhausted, she curls up on the bed giggling and smiling. I lay down behind her...wrapping my arms around her exquisite body and laying my cheek on hers. We lay together...satisfied and wrapped in ecstasy.

(Stay tuned for the finally of this series in months to come.)

Wednesday, August 25, 2010

The Beach

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)