The Bar, Part 2

Looking into his eyes she couldn't resist grabbing her purse and heading towards the door. Her legs barely moving her through the crowd, sensing her inability to walk he placed his hand on her lower back to guide her. The cool air was a welcome feeling as the door swung open. The noise of the bar quieting as they rounded the corner. She leaned back against the wall as he moved in front of her stepping in between her legs.

Dropping her purse to the ground she reached up to wrap her arms around his neck pulling him into her, kissing him deeply as she inhaled his scent. Slowly she began to grind her pelvis against his leg feeling his muscles through his jeans. Wanting to feel his hands all over her body she arched her back off the wall.

Her soft lips tasted sweet, contrasting with the saltiness of her skin as he kissed her neck. He could feel her pulse quicken as he cupped his hand below her ear and around to the base of her head, pulling her quickly, but gently, closer. Her hair had the intoxicating smell of incense, her perfume mingling with the hazy smoke of the bar.

With his other hand he began to trace the outline of her arm, from the shoulder down to her painted fingers. She grasped his hand and placed it oh her breast as their tongues took turns exploring the others mouth. His desire growing, he now was aware of his own increased heartbeat. He squeezed her breast, detecting with his thumb the outline of her nipple which grew harder under his touch. This elicited a breathy sigh from her, almost as if it was permission to explore the rest of her.

As luck would have it the other half to this collaborated work has decided he would start his own blog! So run over and poke
Ramses
so that you can read more of his work!

Fill In Friday!

1. It's time for peanut butter jelly time! *breaks into dance*.

2. The internet; it's not a bad place for recipes, new friends and great reading;).

3. I must be way too tired to be answering these!

4. My mother's chocolate cake is the best thing I have ever known.

5. My motto is simply no worries, no stress!

6. The last time I laughed really loudly was yesterday (don't ask, weird moment).

7. And as for the weekend, tonight I'm looking forward to a clean house, tomorrow my plans include dinner out and Sunday, I want to sleep all day ( wont happen though)!

You know you want to play Fill In Fridays!

Ropes and Air

Standing in the middle of the room she was naked, her body stripped of all clothing the minute she walked in. She placed her hands behind her back and felt the rope begin to wind up her arms and around her chest. Her breathing became labored as the rope tightened around her waist. Her hair flowed over her eyes as she felt herself being lead to the bench. Leaning over pulled on the rope harder then she had expected, she began taking shallow breathes in attempt to keep air in her lungs while she felt her legs pulled up and the rope winding down.

Twisted Delivers..

Poll or not, he put up both songs. Good thing too cause none of you wanted to see Alter Ego as much as I did. *laughs* Next time I'm going to start bribing you all.

The songs!

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

TMI Tuesday!

1. The three words that best describe you are sarcastic, flirty, and responsible.

2. The three words that best describe your life are busy, full filling, and fun.

3. Your three guilty pleasures are chocolate, music, and sex.

4. The three places you would like to visit before you die are Italy, France, and Ireland.

5. The three things you would like to do before you die are travel more, learn how to play guitar, and have a pet monkey!



You know you want to play TMI Tuesdays!

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

Bar, Part 1

The small bar was packed on a Friday night because of the live music. As the band played on the stage she made her way to the bar, ordered a drink and found herself a table near the wall. Standing next to the table she started dancing in time to the music. Her hands on the table as her hips swaying with the drummers beat. The tempo was steady.

When the band took their break she glanced around the room. She locked onto his stare from the end of the bar. His gazed started at her eyes and traveled down. Her cheeks blushed brightly as his eyes came back up to meet hers with a smile. Sliding off his chair, grabbing his drink he headed over to her.

Mesmerizing. It was the only fitting way to describe her dancing. From his original position at the table across the room, he could have sworn her outfit was painted on. Her dark blue jeans and black halter top conformed precisely to every magnificent curve of her small frame. As their eyes met, her blush accentuated her deep red lips and fingernails, as well as confirming the mutual desire.

It wasn't until he began to walk over to her that he became aware of the tightness in his jeans. He needed to relieve that pressure and she was just the woman that could help. The nearer he got to her, the more beautiful she became, like a lens slowly coming into focus on the most desirable thing he had ever seen. He tried masking his anxiousness by asking a very simple question, "It's hot in here, would you care to step outside and get some air with me?"

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!

The Slow Build Up.

Sit me on the edge of the bed with your hand in my hair, tugging gently as you lean over to kiss the spot where my neck meets my shoulder. Trace your finger across my collarbone and let your lips linger over mine. Kneel in front of me, your hands on my shoulders, sliding down over my breasts then pushing me back onto the bed. Slowly unbutton the top of my pants, kissing my stomach, slide them over my hips and out of the way, feeling the warmth emanating from my skin.

The slower you go, the more I want to return the favor.

Fill In Friday!

1. Sometimes it is not the end of the world.

2. Sitting here, listening to the sound of rain falling, I am content.

3. Pluot tastes so good!

4. Sometimes, putting others first is the only way to be truly happy.

5. Life is breathtaking, really.

6. Well, maybe there is a way to make it work.

7. And as for the weekend, tonight I'm looking forward to peace and quiet, tomorrow my plans include a movie and Sunday, I want to do something completely off the wall.

You know you want to play, Fill in Fridays!

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.

The Table, Part Four

As she felt the hand slide up her thigh and leave her body, she whimpered. Her chin lifted while lips pressed against hers, soft sensual lips. Then a thick cigar was slid under her nose. She breathed in its woodsy sent.

She was helped to stand then lead to a large brown leather chair. As she sat down,two hands on her thighs pushed her legs open, her hands then placed on the arm rests.

"I want you to keep your eyes closed once I take off this blindfold." the voice was soft but strong. Once removed she lowered her head and kept her eyes closed.

The cigar was once more placed near her nose, then slid down her neck, over her shoulder and in between her breasts.

"Push your breasts together." She moved her hands up and gathered her large breasts, holding them together out in front of her. The cigar slipped in between them. Slowly in and out.

To be continued.

TMI Tuesday!

1. Your first self-induced orgasm?
I am assuming rocking on the pillows and bears isn't exactly what this question is about. ;) But I'm gonna stick with it!


2. Your first other-induced orgasm?
College, laying in bed with all of our clothes on, grinding against each other. I love that. Though that might count as self induced too .;)

3. Your first experience giving someone else an orgasm?
I was 19 at the time, first time I had ever touched a penis. It happened rather quickly. Poor boy.

4. Your first time witnessing another's orgasm not induced by you?
I remember asking my boyfriend in college to show me how he did it when he was alone. To this day I love watching that.

5. Since your first, what is the longest time you've gone between orgasms?
I would say hardly a day goes by that I don't have an orgasm. No matter what!

Bonus (as in optional):Tell us about a particularly memorable orgasm you haven't mentioned yet.
They all blur together, how about the one I had a few minutes ago? :P



You know you want to play TMI Tuesdays!

Straight from his fingers to our eyes...

For your viewing pleasure and mine,

Twisted, Not Stirred

On to the next bet!

=)

And yes I know.

The bet will be paid in full!

So DB had to concede that people were a bit interested after all of the comments and votes! Thank you so much dear readers.

He will be posting his piece here:
Twisted Not Stirred

Now I shall get back to the regularly schedule writing!

Opinion Time!

So the DB is on the fence at writing a piece for this blog. He has requested a poll be done. If you would like him to write a guest piece leave a comment here and then as for what he should write, please vote to the right!

I don't know about you guys, but I'd like to see him write. ;)

That first time feeling.

You know that feeling you get when you are sitting next to someone, trying to figure out how they feel? When their body is so close to yours but not touching?

Then that moment when you feel their arm brush against yours.

And you know.