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Do you get what you need out of your sexuality? let's masturbate to the images of our own moral grey areas.
The tree, once Daphne the nymph, rustles in the wind. It is a song that inspires the sexual thought in my head: fantasies and realities combine here and sometimes the lines blur. But I am always left with me, lying, generally solitary, and that's the way I like it these days. So please enjoy the work of imagination.
In bed, I lie. My mind focuses only on one thing. As I stare upwards my hands drift up my chest. They run like the thought, upwards. And inwards, as the burning of sex begins to run into these motions from my loins. Over clothing, under clothing. Brief flicks of cold hands on my hot skin. The film clip I just watched is running over in my head.
I cup my balls, beneath clothing, with my left hand. The fingers move gently against this wrinkly skin; pulling away, skin sticking slightly and affording a beautiful sensation. I pull that hand up while the other runs through my pubic hair. Then my boxers go down.
Withdrawn from my scrotum the smell of my left palm is indescribable. If it was to be compared its soft but powerful smell would be weakened by another word. So it works through the breath of my nostrils and into my head.
And my penis, now erect, is drizzled by saliva playing from my right hand onto tightening skin. The left hand pulls my foreskin down as I sit up and spit the saliva, still also transfering by hand. It drips onto my glans and intially feels warm but cools like sweat in a breeze. The drops slide in a uniform fashion down my shaft then pooling to the patch of pubic hair below.
As the urge intensifies my mind recalls a woman I watched in a video. My left hand slides the foreskin up over all the cooled saliva, then down again, slowly. That constant downwards pressure remains taut, as I pull firmly, and carries me into ecstacy.
I see her in my mind, sitting at a desk wanking to a video of two men (also wanking) and it all becomes the come. I gasp loudly and ejaculate into my open palm. I lie in bed deadly relaxed staring at memories of it all flashing in my head.
I get up to wash my hand in the bathroom sink. The notepad rests next to the bed as I settle back into my room. "How was I going to start that thought?" I questioned myself as I almost involuntarily raise the same recently washed hand to my nose and breathe my sex in deeply.
-Daphne
To one and all. You lovely people who brighten my day.
Last edited by Orioneye (22-09-12 22:27:29)
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fuck me that's beautiful...
"You look ridiculous if you dance
You look ridiculous if you don't dance
So you might as well dance."
- Gertrude Stein
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I imagine them both together. Holding me; as i stream sweat and cannot move myself to hold them back. They cradle me in their arms both together, gently loosening the ropes around the limbs that bore them. Good friends and lovers whose love brought me to climax, to that area of blackening pleasure.n. The piercing illusion of control lifted irrecoverably from my brain.
When I entered the room earlier, she greeted me with the same wide smile she always does. She wears her ginger hair up today. We embrace in a nuzzle that leads to giggles, to nuzzles to giggles and smiles most of all. She leads me by the hand to the bed, where he sits looking.
She smooths the hair on my head with her hand, moves her hands down my body. I am bra-less and my nipples are large and round through the dress I wear under my coat. Picking at my nipples makes them grow larger, I sigh at her caress. I move in close to cup her chest, playing with the top of her breast, with what I am permitted to reach from the top of her corset.
She takes off my coat as I sit on the bed. He turns around to look at me. I take off my dress. Suddenly, he is deeply on my mouth kissing me, his hands pushing me down, making me find the struggle within myself to somehow try to kiss him deeper back. Tongues and fingers, he is everywhere on my body. I am being played like an instrument, I sigh a thousand times as airways and joy waves surge over me. His touch to me is electric.
They bring me up to kneel on the bed, each taking a side of me. I attempt to lick each of them in turn, swiveling my neck around like a playful puppy. Their hands bring my arms to my side. I stop my feigned struggle. She asks me in that manner of hers, if I still desired what I had asked them to do? Yes, yes I do, I thank them both for being here. He gives me a gentle shake. Desire sincerely mirrors off each others eyes.
Last edited by artemesia (26-09-12 17:47:42)
"You look ridiculous if you dance
You look ridiculous if you don't dance
So you might as well dance."
- Gertrude Stein
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She begins the process of tying me up. The knots go quickly behind my back. He starts to stroke my legs, thighs, my pelvis. He reaches into my underpants. His fingers quickening in fluttery motion. He knows that deepening into my wetness will ease the friction of his superfluous motions on the edges of my cunt. I squirm as he moves this butterfly part of me.
Now he chooses to talk to me, in an almost business like way, as I rock and shudder on his hand. I must know that at any time later they can stop. I must tell them at all times how I am really feeling. If my .. if I feel pain, they will ease out.
He takes his hand from my underwear, and puts his fingers in my mouth. I bite down, a little, taking care to drag my teeth on his fingers as he removes them. He is business like and jovial as he pushes my head gently down to the bed. He inspects her work. It was quick. He pulls at the knots and ties. The side of my head bounces against the soft sheets as I look up both of them.
She strokes the side of my head, corking my cheek with her thumbs. His hands work down to my back. He slides my underwear down, pulling them from my knees. She helps me twist to see his face better. With my arse in the air, he puts his tongue into my open crack. Automatically I spread my knees wider as his nose, tongue and chin move me open. He jokes about motorboating my pussy. His tongue acts like the rudder of a ship of climax. He holds it stern and moves up and down, vulva lips swelling. No texture for my smoothness leaks out of me, sealing me shut with his rubbery tongue.
Last edited by artemesia (26-09-12 17:08:28)
"You look ridiculous if you dance
You look ridiculous if you don't dance
So you might as well dance."
- Gertrude Stein
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He pushes away and wipes his mouth on my arse. His beard tickles me. He gives me a tiny bite as his hand returns to feel me. I welcome his touch inside me. he knows well this hunger of mine. His fingers spread inside me, pushing out odd angles and rhythms. With his other hand, he turns me out to receive more of him, more of his hand. Reader, here I say I sighed, knowing that this is not the description of the relief my cunt feels, at this generosity of him. Reaching in, he is pushing and pulling away at me. I breathe out on every pulse in he makes, my breath and the sounds I make circulating around us all.
I am lifted up, she is pulling me up by the ropes. The top part of my body is dancing against the motion behind me. She holds my shoulders, shaking me as she asks me how much I want this dream of mine to happen. Do I want him to keep on going? Her voice has turned more brutal, and she uses dirty words that I want to hear. She pulls me up all the way. I am pinched and twisted by rope and her teeth. Emphasis drawn to the parts of my skin not enjoined to her by rope. She allows me a kiss, and I splutter a bit at the sheer pleasure of in her soft lips.
His hands return. She lowers my body back down to the bed. She leans over me as she softly kisses my face. Now I feel the pressure returning. The contrast between her soft face against mine, and the insistent hand starting to pull me apart.
"You look ridiculous if you dance
You look ridiculous if you don't dance
So you might as well dance."
- Gertrude Stein
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Just in time, her hand finds my clitoris. Rubbing, her rubbing brings relief from the stretching sensation his hand is pulling from my pussy. I think of the tattoos on his knuckles, his four knuckles kneading into me, bringing this sensation. His fingers snake inside me, the walls of muscles pulsing to his beat. He asks me if I'm ready.
I feel like I am about to sob. I want him to start, I feel so ready, this thing, that seems like a party trick, feels so wonderful because of his care, her care. There is a gentle glow in the room, I can feel their concern and their excitement. My own is rising. There is nothing I can do to prepare for the cadence, the liturgy and oracle of noises that will come from me in this moment that we had prepared for together. I feel it happen, there is a suction of him and me together and I cannot believe it. He is inside my cunt, my womb in a way I have felt from no other. I am completely relaxed. My body unable to move, restricted and bound by what is inside, and by her ropes as well. She is holding me now. My head rests against her, I am crying into her cleavage. There is a vagueness in my head that my spirit will make me carry until I can rest free again. I climax so hard that they know the love they have invested in me has been worthwhile.
so this is just a fantasy sequence i've been kicking around in my head for the last couple of days.... ahhh internet imaginings; you're so much more fun than real life. thanks for the inspiration Orioneye!
Bares no actual resemblance to real-life people anywhere, unless you know who you are and are flattered and interested.
Last edited by artemesia (26-09-12 17:52:58)
"You look ridiculous if you dance
You look ridiculous if you don't dance
So you might as well dance."
- Gertrude Stein
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Woah artemesia. That is fucking stunning. Intense and hot. Will write more when have use of hands.
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Woah.... This entire thread is incredible. Please write many many more beautiful sexy words.
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oh. wow.
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FAAARRRK. you have quite a way with words Artemesia. Definitely not safe for me to be sitting here at work reading this...dfgsdf.sdfhgfgh54wrtf
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Lovely, lovely. Thanks for sharing Artemesia!
It is nice to see the way your ideas come out. Did you write these four parts at separate times? The first one feels to have a more poetic voice than the others... interesting.
Hope we can all read more of your sexy fantasies.
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Nope, I wrote them all in a fit of inspiration one evening. As I was editing, writing and fapping all at the same time. I found it easier to post them all separately. Thanks for reading i really liked your story too. You should write another!
Last edited by artemesia (08-10-12 06:29:56)
"You look ridiculous if you dance
You look ridiculous if you don't dance
So you might as well dance."
- Gertrude Stein
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As I was editing, writing and fapping all at the same time.
Isn't that what you do at work? ha ha
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(Self made tycoon and independant financial advisor to the stars)
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Now that is multi-tasking...
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hahah thanks blissed. stating the obvious... honestly how could i not??? with a new gina_cherie upload, i'm telling you, keeping the mind on the task at hand can be pretty tricky.
btw, @orioneye, your blog is really really lovely.
are you a professional writer? but your latest submission was very sad, i hope you are doing ok?
stay tuned. i've got nothing else to do at the reception desk all day, who knows if it'll be a pirate's daydream for me
"You look ridiculous if you dance
You look ridiculous if you don't dance
So you might as well dance."
- Gertrude Stein
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Glad you have been enjoying it Artemesia.
It has been one of those weekends... Thanks for the kind words.
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To answer your question,
are you a professional writer?
in an overly complicated manner:
I profess to being a writer and often live therein.
But I do not currently sell my words for food.
"Je joues avec les mots" Francoiz Breut
Last edited by Orioneye (17-10-12 07:52:06)
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Orion, let me entice you over to the threads for a while, tell us who you are reading, where your thoughts take you (and what you plan to cook over the weekend). I sometimes fear my verbosity takes over where a bit more silence would draw people out. Ahhh, what an impact an impression can make... I hope you get more delightful moments through sunsets, I however will continue to stare at the moon.
"You look ridiculous if you dance
You look ridiculous if you don't dance
So you might as well dance."
- Gertrude Stein
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I think my neopagan fantsy needs to be written...
In one incarnation Artemesia was a maiden who thrived by the flat east sea. Ever since she could remember the black ships brought foreboding to villages up and down the coast. Long ago her hovel had been discovered by a marauder in these raids. It first happened when they were very young. He had gotten during a particularly well co-ordinated raid and become separated for days from his party. On his return alone to find the rest of the landed crew he had discovered one of her hiding spots in a shallow valley near the coast.
"You look ridiculous if you dance
You look ridiculous if you don't dance
So you might as well dance."
- Gertrude Stein
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Ahhh, what an impact an impression can make... I hope you get more delightful moments through sunsets, I however will continue to stare at the moon.
Do you mean Gruf's moment?: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cSjjaexMbe4 I really do admire his writing and even more so his rapping. This track was transcribed and just slightly edited to fit more smoothly onto my blog.
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