Friday, November 5, 2010

Cannot Wait....

I’ve just been counting the hours
It’s been too long
I satiate myself on the idea of someday
I can now count the hours until I am on the other side of someday
With you

You must forgive me the way I devour the very thought of you
The way my tummy flips
The way my flesh erupts with tiny bumps
My eyes slipping into that seductive half rolling stare
Each tiny blonde hair on my skin alerting me to their interest
In…just one more time, with you

Your scent
Oh fuck, the way your scent sets my mind ablaze with images…
Skin dripping
Chin dripping

Still hours away I can smell you
Feel you hard against my lips
Salty and ready to slip inside
The way I toy with your flesh
Roll it around my tongue
Holding you firm against the slippery flesh that lines my mouth
My teeth gently squeezing you

The way my breathing gets deeper
Nostrils flared and devouring you….remembering you
The way I pull you back into my throat
Feel you squirm
Silky, wet, plump
Holding you there not wanting to release you
Until the want overpowers me
Pries open my tight throat

My heart pounding
Your warmed from my mouth body
Our waiting for someday
Slipping deep down inside me
Tummy flipping
Already dreaming of someday again

My lips
My mouth
My tummy
My everything
Full of you
Just need

This Saturday I shall be swallowing my beloved oysters and washing them down with crisp, nervy, reviving white wines….you coming?

Where- The Wine Country
Time- 1:00-4:00 PM
Cost- $20.00 for wine, oysters 6 for $10.00

Oh this was too much fun…..


Anonymous said...

Dammit, Sam, you know I'm single... must you torment me so??

Anonymous said...

um, hmmm. you know what i meant by that.

Samantha Dugan said...

Another Day of Crazy,
Yeah I don't think you're hot for my...oyster. So girlie, you coming?

Joe said...

hmm...that's a good sales pitch for champagne and oysters. maybe the best ever.

Not that the two need a sales pitch, but still...

Samantha Dugan said..., Joe,
If I were pitching I would have done it sooner. Just thought about spending the day with those slippery, sexy, salty beasts in my mouth and this came out. Lust is a many wondered thing....

pgrant8258 said...

Geez...never thought I could ever be jealous of a dang oyster. I need a cold shower.

Ron Washam said...

My Gorgeous Samantha,

You're the Charles Bukowski of wine bloggers. Or maybe the Lewis Carroll of wine bloggers. "The time has come, the Walrus said, to speak of many things/ Of shoes and ships and sealing wax/ Of cabbages and kings..." I'll be the Walrus, you be the Carpenter. Just don't be Karen.

You know, I was thinking, didn't I see this same post on STEVE!?

I'm reminded of a great line from George Burns. Burns was asked, "What's sex like when you're 95 years old?" Burns paused, took a puff from his ever-present cigar, and said, "It's like trying to put an oyster in a slot machine."

Something, or someone, has inspired you here, My Love. As for oysters, well, make mine a big, fat, juicy, plump Malpequer.

I love you!

The Passionate Palate said...

Brilliant. Just plain brilliant! (And yes, I can see how you had fun writing this one.)

Samantha Dugan said...

You made me blush.

Ron My Love,
I'm about as far from Karen as one can get...more like the walrus for sure.

Passionate Palate,
Thanks lady...knew you might get this one...