A little distracted..

You'll forgive me right? No?

Hmmmm what if I beg for  your forgiveness?

Because I have a good reason for being gone, well at least I think so. Not as good as you might imagine though.

There are adventures on the horizon, I promise you that.

TMI Tuesdays!

 If you'd like to play, check out TMI Tuesdays! 

Nahh this week's TMI questions did nothing for me so some non sexual facts about Gray instead!

1) I want a set of Hang Drums.
2) The only thing I can draw are really cute fuzzy guys.  
3) I've built my own computer in the past, now it just isn't worth it. 
4) I love to cook and I harbor impure thoughts about The Pioneer Woman and Bakerella for their talents!
5) If you looked at my closet you'd swear I love pink but I really don't. 

Things you didn't need to know but now you do!
=)

Edit: For La Roo

This is what happens when Gray gets bored. =)

At the movies, Gray style!

The seats were rather uncomfortable to say the least. The armrest in between couldn't raise but that didn't stop them from sitting as close as possible. They gravitated towards each other from the moment they met, the sexual chemistry was over powering. Before the lights had even dimmed hands started moving, explorer, caressing.  It wasn't the first kiss but it fueled the fire even more. The movie played as background noise to her soft whimpers and moans. His hand stroked the side of her face, down to her throat wrapping around. Her panties were wet prior but in that moment, she was soaked. He squeezed and she wanted to cum.

Brownies

"Why do you bother wearing anything in the kitchen?" he said as he leaned against the counter watching her stir the batter. Her ass swaying in time with the strokes.

"Because I don't want to end up burnt while I'm cooking!" she exclaimed as she looked over her shoulder. A few more quick strokes and it was ready to be poured into the greased pan.

He envisioned splaying her out on the counter, pouring the batter over her breasts down her stomach and between her legs in a thin line then following with his tongue. He shifted from one foot to the other as the bulge in his pants became uncomfortable.

She smoothed out the mix in the pan, tapped it on the counter then bent over to put it in the oven, the roundness of her ass was almost too much for him to handle. He waited for her to close the oven, set the timer and smile at him. Pulling her towards him she leaned up for a kiss but instead he turned her around, pushed her over the counter and pulled down her pants. His fingers plunged inside of her, soaked.

"Making brownies turns you on?" he asked.

"Of course, you know how I love my chocolate," she said grinning as she pushed back against his hand.

Ooooo!

So just for fun (and because I needed to replace my copy), I ordered Secretary.
 .

Now who wants to watch with me?

*evil grin*

Horoscope?

"Letting go of control is a challenge for you, but you are now beginning to see definite advantages to this tactic."


Hahah sometimes they are so true!!

Control is an illusion

"Am I going to have to pull you off my cock every time I want to kiss you?" He asked as he pulled her face up to meet his. She smiled at him and reached down to stroke him.

"You are evil," Groaning his hand slipped up to her neck, fingers against her jawbone, pinning her to the bed. He smiled as she lifted her body, struggling to breathe comfortably. His hand left her jaw and traveled down to her breast where it began the assault.

Pain shot up from her nipple causing her to whimper. His hand captured her throat again, harder this time. "Pets don't whimper." He growled in her ear as he reached down forcefully pinching again. She bit her lip to keep quiet.

"Tell me when pet's had enough." He said into her ear as he continued unrelentingly. She refused to give in, her thighs slick as the pain shot upward. He stopped and kissed her forehead,"Good pet."

Her fingers played between her legs as she laid next to him. "Gonna let me cum?"She asked coyly.

"You can play all you want but no you can't cum." He smiled at her. She hoped he was kidding.

He rolled over facing her, tracing her body with his fingers, slipping one inside of her as she rubbed her clit. Groaning she pushed her body down onto his hand.

"Please let me cum?" she begged as she got closer. He felt her body heat and watched her struggle as she neared the edge.

He grabbed her throat, slowly cutting off her airway whispering into her ear,"You may cum now pet."




"You absolutely love being controlled and yet you love being in control, you are odd." He smiled at her then pinned her to the bed as he continued,"You are not in control, even if you think you are, you are not. Do you understand that?"

"Yes Sir," She whispered.

Group Post: The day...

The day patience should have been learned.

He sent her a text, "I need photos!". She wanted to roll her eyes at this request, need was such a relative term she thought. Feeling a bit bratty she sent back,"I'm sorry but my hand is between my legs and I'm too busy take pictures!"

He responded with "Please pet." The game had begun and she knew she would end up paying for her childish behavior. She quickly snapped a picture of her hand between her legs, the red nail polish standing out from her white skin and sent it.

As she waited for him her fingers slipped into herself caressing her clit slowly. He knew the response he would get the minute he said "pet". She imagined him growling that into her ear as his hand clenched her throat. She wanted to cum badly.

Within a few seconds she got "Mmmm more!" so she spread her legs slightly, took another picture and sent it. Then went back to slowly dipping her fingers inside and out, panting slightly.

She paused long enough to send him  "May I finish now please?" and waited. She had to stop touching herself every few seconds because she was so close. The minutes ticked by, he said nothing. After 10 minutes her phone vibrated, "One more photo."

Frustrated she sent "You're f'n evil!" She knew that wouldn't get her what she wanted so in hopes he would ignore her outbursts she quickly turned the camera back on and decided to take a different shot. She grasped her nipple between her fingers and pulled it away from her body, with a click the picture was taken and sent.

She stared at her phone, waiting for permission. Seconds ticked by into minutes. Finally the phone vibrated, "you may cum now pet." Staring at those words, she played with herself in earnest, having waited so long she came quickly. Once finished she sent him a text,"Thank you."

Settling back in her pillows she sighed and after a few minutes she typed out another message for him.
"May I cum again?"
And the waiting started all over.


Thank you Errant Wife for putting this together and this months theme!
Please check out the other writers!

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Panserbjorn  http://insatiabear.blogspot.com

Kink Chronicles www.thekinkchronicles.blogspot.com

Autumn   http://www.autumnmistspeaks.blogspot.com

Veronica http://anothersuburbanmom.blogspot.com

Ronjazz   www.ronjazz.blogspot.com

Ms Scarlett http://msscarlettletter.blogspot.com

Hubman http://hubmanshangout.wordpress.com/

Aurore http://dangerousliaisons-aurore.blogspot.com/

Mykeyman: Www.outsidevanilla.blogspot.com

Advizor advizortoall.blogspot.com

Duchess http://theduchessissexy.blogspot.com

FG Sakes http://fgsakes.blogspot.com

Topaz    http://topaz-gemology.blogspot.com

They belong to us http://theybelongtous.wordpress.com

 

Kimberly http://yourerrantwife.blogspot.com

That voice..

No matter how many times I've heard it, the time that has passed since I've heard or whether I hear it on the phone or in the dark right next to me I'm reduced to a puddle of desire. I desire his hands on my body, his lips on my skin and I desire to feel him deep inside me. Though time, distance and logic should temper this desire, it has a tendency to flare up at the oddest of moments. The images flash, the weight of his body, the smell of mint and french toast all wrapped into one very inappropriate moment tied up with a bow of rope.

Happy Birthday to me!!:)

Shesh this year flew by!

On to the next one

and given how this one is starting

I'm definitely looking forward to it.

;)

Bandwagon, sorta!

Have a question for me?

http://middleofgray.tumblr.com/ask

Well ask away!

Merry Christmas

Finally it is here.

Weeks of shopping, crazy drivers,

hiding presents all over the house is about to be over because the

jolly big guy is making his rounds tonight.

I hope each and every one of you have a wonderful,

warm, romantic and sexy Christmas.

You all deserve it.

Merry Christmas.

Love,

Gray

100th Post plus pictures!

Read through to the bottom to find out the secret of this story.

You know the moments in life when you want to stop and witness something right in front of you over and over again? That's how he felt every time he looked at the pictures.

He swore to himself that the afternoon they spent together would never interfere with his life. His wife would never know, it was just this one time. 

He should have been happy with the fact he was with her. People dreamed about being this close to her. He had spent that afternoon wrapped up in her arms, legs and lips.

The moment they closed the door, their hands could not reach each other fast enough. The passion was intense, the moments passing way too quickly. Their time was limited but would not be wasted.

He had brought his camera at her request. She wanted him to have a reminder of the time they spent together.

Leaving her was harder then he had expected. Driving away from that hotel, he felt his heart was left behind. But he kept the pictures near.

Coming home from work a few days later, he found his wife upset. The floor littered with HER pictures.  He couldn't decide if he was more angry that he was caught, or the fact she was touching the pictures.

Looking up at him, tears streaming down her face, she leaned over to pick up one of the photos. Watching him, she slowly lit the fire, daring him to stop her.

In that moment he knew.

Today marks my 100th post. When I started this blog a few months ago it was just a passing hobby. Now I look forward to writing, sharing and reading each one of your blogs every day. I am always awed by the openness, honesty and caring that I find. I have laughed, worried and talked about many of you, even though I haven't met you!  Thank you for sharing this journey with me as I continue forward!

Each of the pictures within the pictures are of me. Just a small thank you for coming back as often as you do!

                                   

Horoscope for this weekend

You could have a friend or lover who is so shy that he or she cannot possibly tell you what's going on. Don't make any assumptions about how much others like you, for you'll probably underestimate your popularity now. Luckily, romantic Venus is active in your 7th House of Relationships, setting a sweet and loving tone for the weekend. Go ahead and make the first move.


*ponders and grins*

Lost

When you hug me I get lost in your scent.
When you lean in to kiss my lips, I am lost in your taste.
When I feel your arms around my body, I get lost in you.

Sometimes getting lost is the best feeling in the world.

I've gotta a feeling

You know that feeling you get when you just aren't sure what is coming?

Yeah, I got that.

The only word to describe it is odd.

Odd: differing markedly from the usual or ordinary or accepted

What moves me.

I was cleaning yesterday, had over 200 cds to go through.
I was searching for one in particular
The Streets : A grand don't come for free
Found the case but alas no cd.

But I found a set I forgot I had.
I heard this piece 14 years ago and to this day, I still get lost every single time.

Standing in motion

Poll Time Once Again!

Twisted is being shy on sharing, so I'd like a little bit of help convincing him that people are indeed interested in hearing his music. So pick a song and it will tie the a couple of the post together a bit better for you!

Just a thought?

Is it good luck or bad luck to find a cute small black kitty stretched out on the sidewalk in front of your house?

The Rules.

In a lust filled moment she agreed to the Rules.

While his hand slid over her body, down her hips, under her clothes, in between her legs, the Rules did not change. As his fingers slipped in between her lips, teasing her, stroking her and finally releasing her, The Rules were still there.

As she kissed his neck, over his shoulder, down his chest, reaching for his belt she could feel his smile in the dark. His hand laid over hers, reminding her of the Rules.

Oh how I love a man in charge.