Not just another day

It was routine as usual, head in to get the little one and make it out without any melt downs. I listened to the daily report from her teacher with feigned interest as I collected her things. I was told she was in the room next door, so I headed in to see her. As usual, she's not happy to see me yet and wants to stay and play with her friends. So I pull up some floor next to her and let her play for a bit, but there's duel meaning in this as it also allows me to check out the sexy teacher in this room.

This woman reminds me of Olivia Wilde in her look. Sexy eyes, make up done nicely, long dark hair, smallish frame, nice chest, great ass in tight hugging jeans, and those high black boots, all of which have my attention riveted on her. As I idly play with my daughter, my eyes keep rising to the sight across the table from me, any time she says something, its a reason for me to look at her. I linger on her curves as she leans over above the other kids. Her eyes meet mine and I look back to what I'm doing. It goes on for a few more minutes like this, as it has in the past, only I'm not looking away anymore. She gets up and goes to the door between rooms, I think I've made it uncomfortable, shit. She then ask another teacher to watch the kids for a bit, she needs to step out. Damn, I did mess it up.

She walks away towards the other door in the room and stops. She turns to me and says "may I have a few minuets of your time Mr. W?" My heart is pounding instantly in my chest as I tell my daughter I'll be back, the teacher wants to have a meeting. She could care less, she's happy playing. I get up and head to the door, the teacher has my eyes locked with hers as I make my way to the door. She ask me to follow her and leads me down the hall, past empty rooms and to an office. Right in here Mr. W, she says, as she lets me by her to enter first. She closes the door behind her and turns to face me. Without a word she closes the distance between us and our lips meet.

Her lips are soft and yielding, much softer than I had imagined, parting quickly to search each others mouths. Bodies pressed firmly together, I can feel her chest heaving against mine. One hand on her back, holding her to me, the other on the back of her neck, fingers tangled in her hair, drawing her in further. Her arms wrap around me, her hands going to my ass, grinding me into her as we kiss. My hand finds its way up under the back of her shirt, feeling her silken skin. She quickly slides her hand down the front of my pants, feeling my hardness through the fabric, squeezing, stroking. I unbutton her jeans and open the zipper as my hands slide to her hips, my palms sliding down her legs, collecting her jeans along the way, and letting them fall to her feet. The lacy panties only embellish her curves.

Without a word, she slides down my body, squating before be as she undoes my belt and pants. She pulls at the waist of both my pants and underwear, sliding them down as my cock springs out. She take me into her mouth right away, licking, and sucking her way up and down my shaft. I tell her how badly I want her, she just looks up and smiles at me when she says "good, I've been wanting you too". I help her up to her feet and push her back against the wall. Taking both her hands over her head I pin them there with one of my own. I kiss her again, my lips taking her scent. My other hand finds its way between her legs, and she is plenty wet, enough to effortlessly slide a finger into. She moans beneath my lips as I do. I turn her around, facing the wall, her hands supporting her as she pushes her ass out towards me and turns her face to me. I press against her, my cock hard and raging to be inside her. Her height is perfect like this, I drive into her swiftly, my abs against her ass as I sink all the way in. We start a slow rhythm, in and out, her hips moving side to side. I bend into her, my body against hers, one hand reaching around to play with her clit, the other up under her shirt pinching a nipple between thumb and forefinger. Our mutual groaning and heavy breathing the only sounds.

I whisper in her ear that I want her to cum. "Cum for me baby......, I want you to cum with my cock buried inside you." She's shaking her head yes as her legs start trembling beneath her. I start driving harder, encouraged by her moaning. Her breaths getting shorter, without warning she pushes back, "yes, yes, yes" ever so soft on her voice. I grab her by her hips and lift her body off the ground, completely immersing myself in her. I can't believe I have this incredible woman impaled on me, shaking in the after glow. She turns and says she want the same for me. "Let me fuck you just like this."

I start moving again, watching myself disappear into her beneath the curve of her ass. She turns her face to me again and that look of ecstasy has me caught. I'm moving faster now, I just want cum inside her, her eyes on mine, just like this. I move my hand to her neck, up to her face as she takes two of my fingers into her mouth. She sucking on them, moaning around them as I fuck her. I can hold out anymore, I have to cum in her. With a final hard push, I do just that, my own breathing heavy and labored. "Fuck, your incredible" escapes my lips. She just smiles at me.

We extract ourselves from each other and she turns to kiss me again. We get ourselves redressed and straightened out before headed back out to the class. We weren't gone too long as to arouse too much suspicion. My little one didn't even know I was gone and still didn't want to leave. After convincing her it was time to go and all the other kids would be leaving soon, she complied reluctantly, and we collected her belongings. We were walking out, saying good bye to the teacher, she waved and said "See you soon" and winked. I'm looking forward to it.

*Warning* Science content ahead...

So I don't know if I'm the only one that does this, but have you ever just stood outside on a clear night looking up at the stars. The heavens spread before you encompassing all the black you see. And you start thinking about size.


Here are these massive balls of gas just floating in outer space, billions of them winking at you. Of those billions of celestial bodies, the closest one we know, our sun, is 93 million miles away and is about 109 times larger than earth. The way we see the sun is how it looked a little over 8 minutes ago because that's how long it takes the light to travel that distance. The closest star to us is 4.2 light years away, yes, that's right, light years, and that's the closest. The sun rotates around the Milky Way Galaxy approximately 24,000 to 26,000 light years from its center. It takes 225-250 million years to make one complete rotation around the Galaxy. Of course, ours is just one of the 200 billion Galaxy's in the observable universe.

Here I stand, all 6'1" of me, out in the cold night, looking up at the beautiful sky, my breath visibly rising before me. 

I ask myself at these moments, "How insignificant am I in the grand scheme of things in a universe this massive?"  "How lucky are we to even be alive, to be thinking, to be aware?"

Next time your out on a clear night, take a few moments to ingest the majesty of the cosmos and reflect on your own size and place in it. I do it often.

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Nature's caresss

The rain is falling outside, steadily washing everything in sight. I step out into it, my first thought is to pick up the pace as the first drops hit. 

I don't.

I pick myself up, my head high, shoulders back and welcome the rain to my skin. It's cold as they strike my face. The touch is a tiny shock with each impact. I feel every drop, on my cheeks, in my hair, down the back of my neck.

Walking unwaveringly forward, I pull in a deep breath. The cold air burns as it races through me, feeling it travel down my throat, filling my lungs with its cleansing spirit.

I welcome the touches as one would a lovers. Savoring each sensation as it may be my last.

I have felt an inner peace in this moment, this slight slowing in time, if even for only a few seconds. I revel in nature's caress, for it is fleeting and gone before I can truly appreciate the gift accorded me.

I've not been open to it lately, but there is beauty to be found when you least expect it. It's around us if we chose to see it and accept it into ourselves. It's in people, its in nature around us, and in the heavens that surround us. This morning gave me a few glimpses.

I came around an on-ramp in traffic to see the myriad suns rays bursting through the clouds in front of me, perfectly framed top, left, and right by a flock of birds.

I was physically moved by reading something powerful this morning.

And I've been brought to the verge of tears by a song.

I know I'm in a hard place right now, maybe that's part of it. But my body, mind, and soul are open and accepting that which is given.

Observation

I sat in the mall yesterday, by myself, eating my lunch, and I just watched. There's all the young girls, by themselves, tying to act older than they are, wishing school doesn't start soon. There are the kids with their parents, school shopping, and obviously not wanting to be there.  And there are those like me, just out for a convenient bite to eat, a break from the grind.

I sit at my table, my helmet, backpack, and food spread around me, and I'm can't stop looking back at this one woman. She looks to work at one of the stores in the mall, judging by the name tags on those around her. One man sits to her left, keeping his distance and not saying much, just staring at his food most of the time. Across from her sits another woman whom she seems to be in deep conversation with. What caught my attention initially, now has keep it.

I watch this woman talking, she has her right hand up under her shirt, resting on her stomach, moving it around every now and then. Then her left hand, across her chest, under her tank and bra strap on her right shoulder, again, just caressing. Then its one hand to her hair, pulling it up, then the other on her bare neck. The whole time, she and her companion, never stop talking. And this goes on the whole time I'm sitting there eating.

I can't help but wonder what she's thinking about as her hands roam over her own body involuntary, craving that skin on skin contact. Is it her husband or a boyfriend back home, longing for his touch? Is it a lover who just broke that connection while she hungrily craves more? Is it repressed sexual tension just oozing out subconsciously?

These are the things I think about as I sit there, alone, lost in thought yet again.
These are things I crave, to be touched with passion, longing and desire.

A meeting

I pull up to the train station, scanning the crowds, looking, longing. The butterfly's still fresh in my stomach as my nerves attempt to catch up with the reality of the moment. She must have seen my truck coming, because she is staring straight at me as I finally spot her in the crowd. I move past her to an open area on the side and jump out to meet her walking my way. Her smile is intoxicating as she glides towards me. Her legs bared by her skirt and heals creating smooth lines up. My gaze continues up her body to a low cut shirt that shows just enough cleavage to be sexy. Her hair is unbound, falling to her shoulders and bounces as she walks. Absolutely radiant.

We come together, she drops her bag as I reach out and wrap my arms around her, crushing my weight against her and inhaling her scent. I pull back just enough to lean down to her lips, laying the softest of kisses on them. She returns it with same tenderness. I pick up her bag and lead her to the truck, opening the door for her, I help her up and put her bag in the back. My heart is still pounding in my chest, that this moment has actually arrived, the wait seemed like forever. I climb into the truck and we head out. I can't stop looking over at her, she is actually sitting right next to me. She leans over to my side and runs one hand up the back of my neck, just resting it there, enjoying the connection, before she leans in to lay those soft lips on the bare skin of my neck. It sends a shudder down my back.

She gives me a smirk and leans back, as comfortable as can be. That smirk becomes a sly smile as she stares at me. I can't stop looking at her, and she knows it. The knowing look and smile brighten every time I glance at her. Out on the highway now, I'm looking even more, my gaze running up her legs. She runs a hand up her leg, lifting her skirt higher. She says she has surprise for me. Leaning back, shifting her back to the door, she plants her right foot on the floor and her left she brings up to the armrest next to me. Hiking her skirt higher, I see what is obviously a freshly shaved pussy. Now that is a beautiful sight. She brings a finger to her clit, rubbing slowly, running it down between her lips, coating it with her sex. She then sits up and brings that finger to my mouth as she whispers, taste me, into my ear. I do, savoring the sweetness. Do you like it, she ask.
Like she has to ask.
Yes.

I want to taste more, I tell her. She leans back again, letting me see clearly just how smooth she is. She spreads her lips with one hand while the other delves in with two fingers, no resistance at all. She keeps working those fingers in and out, a sheen stands out clearly every time they withdraw. Are you ready for more she ask. Yes. Bringing her fingers back to my lips, I get her aroma full in my nostrils, as those digits disappear into my mouth. Her heady scent, sweet taste, and swirling perfume creating a whirlwind of eroticism in the cab of my truck.

She can't help but notice the effect she's having on me.

Legs open wide,

revealing the beauty between.

Those beautiful folds,
belonging to me.

Glistening with wetness,
anticipation is key.


Under my tongue the quivering begins anew,
my own excitement now clearer to you.

Lick it,

Kiss it, 

Suck it, 

Fuck it.

Sensory Overload Pt 2

Here is the link to Part 1, in case you need it.

The word "no" echoed in my head still as Light continued bathing Darks backside with that talented tongue. Yes, she would pay for that bit of playful insolence, and she knew it well. Dark always did relish in pulling the strings that would evoke my own esoteric desires, for they were not only mine, but hers as well. That could wait, the longer it was prolonged, the more ideas would rouse. Now was the time to savor what was in front of me while I'm still bound to the bed.

I watched blond hair rise and fall between beautifully rounded, alabaster mounds, the candle light playing on both of their bodies. Dark's head leaned against my thigh as she let out a shudder of pleasure, Light's oral skills obviously being put to good use. After a cascade washed through her body, she went right back to work on me, her lips pursed on the tip of my cock. She again took me into her mouth, taking her time pleasuring me, sucking, licking, savoring.

I see Light sit up, her hands still working Dark's body. Her arm moving in and out, as her fingers must be working in and out as well. Dark moans with my cock still in her mouth, her tempo getting a bit faster. I know what she needs. I tell Light "she loves her ass licked while her pussy is filled". Light obliges, lowering her head to Dark's ass, it takes less than a minuite for another shudder to rack her body. She sucks me down her throat as her whole body thrust towards me. I tell her "fuck yes, swallow my cock", and she happily obliges, my length disappearing beneath a dark head of hair. My head is back, face to the ceiling, eyes closed, as the shear ecstasy of the moment overcomes me and I cherish it. How I held off, I don't know, all I knew is I wanted more.

Light helped Dark to her feet and kissed her softly as their lips came together, delicate hands on shoulders and waist. The kiss was broken so Light could have what she wanted. She turned her back to me and bent at the waist as she backed into me, languidly impaling herself on me. Her hips shifting side to side, her ass moving in unison, accommodating me easily, but sliding down slowly. Her pussy is so wet, theres no resistance at all as her ass comes to rest on my thighs. I feel the heat inside her as I'm enveloped in her embrace.

Dark is standing there, her eyes rapt on the scene before her as her hands reach out to touch us both. One goes to Lights back, up and down, rubbing slowly. The other on the back of my neck as she pulls my head to hers, devouring my mouth hungrily, tongues entwined in a delicious dance of decadence. Dark looks down to watch my cock moving in and out of Light, the evidence of Light's arousal clearly a sheen on me as she draws away, only to slam back onto me. Dark reaches down to cup Light's hanging breast, running her hand lightly over her nipple. I tell her "pinch her nipple", she does, just as Light slams down on me again, her moans getting louder with every thrust and increase in tempo. I command Light to cum for me, cum with me buried in her. I want to feel her tighten around me.

I want my hands free, I want to touch so bad I'm straining at my bindings, my muscles tight across my outstretched arms and chest. I need to touch, to feel, to control...

A ribbon of black

Sometimes happiness is the randomness of the universe aligning to make for a perfect moment in time.

I had one such moment the other day. I've been trying to commute to work more on the motorcycle. One it is way cheaper on gas, and two, it's a hell of a lot more fun to ride.

There are factors that fight against me consistently on these commutes that seek to ruin the fun aspect, that's why I've dubbed it "Commuter Combat". Traffic is one of the biggest problems in the Boston area. The main hub around Boston, as well as all its tributary's, are a constant struggle during those busy hours when most of us are on the road. I leave the burbs in the morning and most mornings, within about 5 minutes of hitting the highway, the speeds drop and your at a crawl, your left hand aching from clutching in and out. Or, I'm constantly dodging the cage drivers who don't see me or just don't care as they invade my lane space. It's usually the same on the ride home, except it's as soon at you hit the highway, things don't get above 20-30 mph until your at least 15-20 miles from Boston, and I'm already about 8 miles south of bean town that when I join the battle.

I got caught in one of these traffic snarls the other evening. Things were worse than normal though. Speeds never topped 10 mph. I'm baking in the sun, temp in the high 80's, the heat is pouring from the engine running really hot between my legs. Full leathers for safety do not make for good freeway parking. I saw an opportunity to ditch the highway and took it after 30 minutes of making it forward a whole two exits. I shot to the right and got off fast.

Finally able to get some cooling air to the engine and my body, I start to loosen up. I make my way to a conservation area that has a few miles of twisting roadway that roughly parallels the freeway. I know I'm not going to be the only one though using this bypass, so I don't get my hopes up just yet.

I take the left at the light and of course, there's about 6 cars in front of me. The good news is there's no one behind me. So I slow up, letting the cars get away from me, cruising with one hand on my leg. I'm just taking in the scenery of the woods around me as the elevation climbs, the shade of the dense trees helping drop my body temp by a good 20 degrees.

The first corner looms ahead, both hands back on the bars, I slide my feet back putting the balls of my feet on the pegs, and bring the revs up, the motor singing under me. I lean left, keeping my body within my lane, then the quick snap to shift my weight to the right, hugging the inside corner. The wind whistles in my helmet, competing with the high winding exhaust for purchase in my ears. My mind is on this outstretched ribbon of black in front of me at this moment. My heartbeat seems to slow, the sun flitting through the trees is a surreal background in my peripheral, the wind cools my chest, and the shadows dance across my path. The next corner is a tight right hander, I drop down a gear and shift my weight again, over the right side of the bike, my knee out. The tires stick like glue as the trees flash by and a left turn is right in front of me, careening the bike now left, my body shifts with it as I rail through that corner. I sit up coming out of that left as I'm closing in the the rear bumper of a cab very fast. A touch of brake and all is back in line as a huge smile crosses my face.

In all, it was only about three quarters of a mile of twisting blacktop. But it was all mine for that one minute. No oncoming traffic, no one in front of me and no one behind.

Sometimes the stars do align to to bring us small pieces of happiness.

Sunrise

The sun crests the horizon on a cool morning.
No movement or sound breaks the stillness.

The dawn warms to the first rays of light.
That light, blinding the eyes,
but the beauty worth every burning halo.

The bay echo's the days renewal.
As the empty benches and I bare witness to yet another stolen moment in time.

Cold Dawn

Another cold morning, viewed through the windshield, the darkness seems to be everywhere.

Traveling west, the first hints of light make themselves known as they peak in the rear-view, while the headlights struggle for purchase on the road ahead.

Stopping for a coffee, I'm bitten by the single digit temps yet again.

The roads are sparsely populated at this time of the morning, especially on a Saturday, its easy going for a change.

Heading east now, the brightening sky casting it's orange glow, as dawn awakens to another day.

The constant tug of war between light and dark plays out before me, as it has for millions of years, and will continue to do long after I'm gone.