"I understood all the words. They were new and made sense. That's why the past was the past. That's why, if everything changes and wears out, then loves also fade away. You should know I'll look for your heart if you take it somewhere else. I'll look for your soul in the cold, in the flame. I 'll cast a spell on you, so that you love me still. You shouldn't have started, attracted me, touched me. I shouldn't have given so much, I don't know how to play. People tell me that today that's how other women do things. But I'm not any other women. Before we get too close, before we throw it away, You should know I'll look for your heart if you take it somewhere else. I'll look for your soul in the cold, in the flame. I'll cast a spell on you, so that you love me still. I'll find other languages to sing your praises. I'll pack our bags for the fields of eternal harvests. I'll say those magic words spoken by African healers. I'll say them with no regrets, so that you love me still. I'll make myself a queen so that you don't leave me. I'll make myself new so the fire starts again. I'll become like those other women who make you happy. Your games will be our games, if that's what you desire. I'll make myself brighter, more beautiful, to rekindle the spark. I'll turn myself to gold, so that you love me still."


Pages

Sunday, January 1, 2012

Wet Fantasy











I’m waiting for you on the bed, just like you asked me to. I’m wearing the gifts you gave me a little earlier: black laced bra and panties, garter, stockings… I watch you coming out of the bathroom, a towel around your waist. I want to rip that towel and lick every drops of water on your chest, but I stay there, where you want me. Tonight, you decide whatever will happen. Tonight, I will be your willing slave, for you to enjoy. The little smile on your lips and your half closed eyes let me know that you know exactly what to do to make me beg and scream. I bite my lower lip and watch you come to me…

The Beach











Ahhh, the beach with you. I can clearly picture it in my head. We would go to one of these beaches where nobody could see us. A little private beach, just for the two of us. I know one… We would swim a little, play in the water (you catch me, I catch you) and then go to the shore. But not to rest. No. Not with you by my side! I would roll on top of you, and make savagely love to you. I would get us both dirty so we could go back in the sea to clean ourselves and play some more 

Watching You Sleep










I enter the room on my tiptoes. There is no light but it's the full moon, so I can see my Chouchou lying on his back. I make no sound as I approach the bed. I bend over him and watch him as he sleeps. So beautiful my Chouchou, so strong, even in his sleep. I slowly spread the sheets so I can see all of him. He's magnificent and I can't help touching him, oh so lightly. I begin with chest, so powerful and yet so soft under my fingers. My hand goes down, reaching his belly button. He stirs in his sleep and I hold my breath. I look at his cock, which was flaccid a few minutes ago but begins to grow right before my eyes. My body reacts to the beautiful sight. My nipples grow hard and a wetness appears between my legs. I know he needs his sleep, so I sadly put the sheets back on him and tiptoes out of the room. Before I close the door, I glance at him one last time and sigh. Life's unfair sometimes. Good night my Chouchou can't wait for you to wake up…

I Want....










I want you to make me feel alive with your hands, your mouth, and your body. I want to be your only concern. I want to see in your eyes all the love you feel for me. I want to see in your gestures all the tenderness you feel for me. I want to hear in your words all the passion you feel for me. I want you to love me like there's no tomorrow. I want to be so much loved that I won't remember anything before us 

Feeling Lonely










I couldn’t sleep last night. I thought about too many things. I thought about you. Not hearing from you for so long is driving me mad. I feel lonely and helpless. I know you are really busy and I’m not a priority, but it doesn’t hurt me less. I'm tired of waiting for a sign from you. I feel like a teenager, waiting close to the phone. And lately, you didn't give me any indications that you still care about me. Maybe I'm too demanding... Maybe you're tired of me...I need to have certitudes. An email should take you about a minute and it would allow me to breathe more freely. No sexy post today…. That’s the only way I found to let you know how I feel…sad isn’t 

Hot










A sofa…two bodies…hot weather…hard breathing…wet skins…slow moves…big fan on the ceiling blowing hot air…slow music…you under me…me on you…moanings…God I love you.

Learning To Know You











I already know how you’re going to feel in my mouth. I know what you’re going to taste on my tongue. Even if it’s the first time, I know all that. I slowly bend my head, my lips parting as I approach your cock. I see it jerk as you feel my breath caressing it. My lips gently close around its head. My tongue licks the pearl of pre-cum. I close my eyes, savoring the salty taste. My fingers find the base of your cock, where the curves of your testicles begin. I wrap my hand around it, while the other is going under your balls, caressing them, massaging them, stroking them. You spread your legs a little more, giving me a better access.