Wednesday, January 16, 2013

Why?






Why can’t I stop

Why can’t I want to stop

Why don’t you want me to stop

Why does your breath on the back of my neck beg me to never stop….



Why can I feel you calling out to me

Chiding me

Riding me…

Making my back arch and neck bend with the very idea of you sliding inside of me…




My breath sucked deep and inflexible moving my chest

Want for you dizzying, directing my coy movement next…





Eyes fixated

Lips wetly elated

Teeth piercing the lips that have painfully waited

Tongue plunging and prodding

Heart pounding and thumping

Throat raw, wanting and desperately haunted…





No more want

This is need

I need your unique nibble

Right there…Baby

That’s it.

I'm yours...that is 
Why  

11 comments:

Winey The Elder said...

Vulnerable/Voluble/Vexing
Intoxicating/Inviting
eXquisite/eXotic/eXactly
Enthralling/Erotic
Nasty/Nice/Nuff said.

a Very lucky man, your man.

WtE

Samantha Dugan said...

Winey,
Last night my man was Palo Cortado and it was me that was the lucky one. Nice to see your name here...been missing you.

Winey The Elder said...

It's a short trip from oloroso to olo-arouse-o! I understand and should have known. Now, excuse me while I soothe my 'cut stick' with your veil of flor, mon cheri.

Marcia Macomber said...

Woohoo! This is what I'd call a Classic Sans Dosage post. Kinda leaves shivers running up and down the spine...

Samantha Dugan said...

Winery,
Rawr...

Marcia,
Is kind of old school isn't it? Just couldn't contain myself last night, so damn, sexy that wine.

Charles Olken said...

Now, Sam, if a Sherry, or any other wine for that matter, breathes on the back of my neck, I am afraid it will mean that I have already hit the floor.

The rest, of course, was classic.

Respectfully yours,
The Charles Once Known As Puff Daddy

Romes said...

Got a light?

Samantha Dugan said...

Sir Charles,
Oh I kinda like the sound of that, "Sir Charles". Okay love, I will defer to your far more intricate and illustrious vocabulary, what do you call that shiver? The one that starts like a dart in your belly, makes your torso jerk forward, sensitive skin pull tight and erect as this nearly mystical orb of heat and want slithers down your spine and across your shoulders? I've always called that something breathing on my neck but I would be happy to use another if mine implies a carpet face plant! Um and just so you know, gave me a big ol' grin when I saw that the Sir Charles of Puff Whose Your Daddy, had commented on my silly, somewhat pervy Sherry post, so thanks for that.

Jess,
Matter of fact, I don't. Tomorrow marks my 3 month anniversary of being smoke free so I am without light as it were. Fuck me I miss it but am now so vested that even my inner pleas of, "Just one more pack..or one more puff" won't sway me, least for now. So I am sorry my beloved girl, I have no light but if I can inspire your craving...well that feels even better!

Samantha Dugan said...

"Who's" not "Whose" dammit...

Charles Olken said...

An orgasm?

Samantha Dugan said...

Charlie,
I was trying to be a bit more subtle kid.