Category Archives: Kisses (explicit content)

Steamy writings, with provocative and sexy outcomes.

The Smirk Of Goodnight

You sigh in pleasure, and collapse into a dreamy repose next to me.  My smile lifts, as I watch the metered swell of your chest deflate from exhaustion.  The smirk of a good night is the glimpse of a grin, still on your face, as you lose yourself to sleep.


The End in the Beginning – PG

make out 3Letter to you,

One thing I am sure of is that I want to show this writing to you; but know that its effect will be held to my validation, never knowing if you actually read it.  The closure that I assume you are seeking is certain; there is no logical reason for me to continue to knock.  But doing nothing is SO not my style. I am a doer and I always have been.  I believe we make our own destiny.  I am certain that by now your interest in what I have to say has diminished to something obscure.  Nonetheless, knowing that your decision to read on does not change my expectations of tomorrow, I hope you are so enticed.  If you read it to hear the poetic tempo, or find the irony or just to indulge me; I will make-believe that you did and hold appreciation for the favor.

Sometimes I misjudge and make mistakes, and just get people wrong – including you; with no presumption that I know you or have anything about you figured out; au contraire.  Where we might have been going was never exposed, but now there is the single destination that we share, a failed chance.  We were propelled to the end, the end of something.

The evolution of that last evening moved from engaging conversation to mutual arousal with the mere presence of each other. Little things you did and said were familiar.  Our physicality changed as we began slight touches as we talked.  My luminous imagination was at raging, and propelled to design a myriad of possibilities.  So for the moment, we spent the location and needed to move on. Enticed by the possibilities of time without measure, we catapulted toward what was next.

There was so much unknown, novel and to be discovered about each other.  The conflict of charge and attraction was coupled with hesitation and over thinking and on my part.  So while I was enamored with just your words, I was also trying to focus on maintaining a coy virtuous.

Then, you leaned over, no more hesitation and kissed me.  From the second I felt your breath and smelled your hair and let my hands linger, making mental etchings of how you felt – I was intoxicated.   I remember the pauses, to catch another breath.  It was crazy stuff, a great rendition of passion.  I very simply, wanted you – but I knew it wasn’t meant to be.

Relaxing my breath, I pulled back and sent an impish laugh out loud.  As I glanced at you then, I saw the reflection of something grand, though I’m not sure exactly what it mirrored.  I didn’t know what to say – and saying nothing was worse.  How do you take back not saying the right thing?   Then the moment opened up like a huge chasm, awkwardly waiting for ‘see you later’ or ‘talk to you tomorrow’ to be inserted.  But neither one of us said anything about what was next.  I wanted to say it and more, but no words spilled from my throat.

My drive home was filled with trepidation in talking to you again.  I was happy to have spent another evening with you though there was much left undone and it felt clumsy.  I hoped we could talk and just laugh about being impetuous.  But of course, that never happened.  Another opportunity to talk was when my plans for Sunday were cancelled.  My first thought was to reach out to you, to find you unavailable, another strike tallied.

Then, a few days later, I was focused on initiating something poignant – a text; a feeble attempt anticipating it would fall short of passion and revolution.   Your reply was passive and sad.  How did you mistake anything that I did as not being interested in you?  Did I lose sleep over you . . . maybe – but not for worry or disdain.  You implied that I must have thought you weren’t inspiring enough? WHAT?  I tried to rebut with evidence of that inspiration and where thoughts of you had taken me.  I took your next comment of, “I’m intrigued” as though you were listening.   But, instead another strike for me was on the board.  I couldn’t read your thoughts, or anticipate what had happened.  I was frustrated, abandoned and rethought everything, over and over.  I’d been callous, forward, not attentive, rude, or just not very interesting?  Everything I contrived could at best be only a guess.

What I do know is that I did not witness any point that night that was definitive enough for either of us to suddenly determine that we were far better off to never speak again.  You’ve confirmed there is no chance of reconsideration.  I’ve talked to myself about this enough; I made up some unflattering reasons that give me closure.  You solely own the ability and prerogative to reciprocate communication.  I now that where I am now is the SAME place I started going before I met you.  I just now go with eyes wide open and acutely aware that there is cause and there is consequence and remind myself that sometimes DATING IS JUST REALLY CRAPPY!

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Porn is Cliché

Everywhere you find the now clichéd suffix of “porn”.  Just like the fortune cookie add-on of – “in bed” following the wisdom from the crunchy almond cookie, porn has become murky and no longer adds value to the description.  The use of an adjective that is related to the single noun you wish to describe will invoke a stimulating emotional response in the reader.  The current second best is inserting  “sexy” as a prefix.peaches

Which description makes your mouth water the most . . . succulent  peaches, sexy fruit  or   food  porn? 

Build from there . . . as I grasp the flesh of the succulent, juicy peach with my teeth and tear gently, the sticky sugar gushes from my lips, wetting my chin as I struggle to suck all the sweetness into my mouth.

The next post will likely be the overuse of sexy as a prefix . . .

I Learned A New Word

My friend told me a joke last week that had something to do with a camel toe. Honestly, I couldn’t laugh. I didn’t know what a camel toe was.

She explained. Oh, I see – I said. Not sure how to use it in a sentence. I laughed and disregarded the term.

Well today, in 101° weather I ran 2 miles before feeling like I needed to collapse. Thank heavens I was running with a group. I hadn’t eaten and was wearing a wig – ok, hashing stories on another thread later.

I was so wiped by the first stop I sat in a lawn chair, leaned back and stretched both legs straight in the air, wearing a running skirt with a pair of spandex shorts underneath.  The stretch felt amazing!  One of the other runners said to me, ‘that is the best looking camel toe I have ever seen’.  Ha ha ha. Before, I would have been confused.

Today I laughed and laughed and laughed.

Nights in Rodanthe


One thing I am sure of is that I want to show this writing to you; but never should. I have to keep telling myself that. What I will write here is a challenge, of sorts – a challenge to understand why we have changed and to understand ME!

So many changes are around us. With resolutions we feel relief and so the hugs are replaced with kisses. Time apart causes anticipation of being together – talking, listening, laughing, holding and touching. With smiling demeanors and ventures of risk and novelty; we feel the wholeness of happiness. Everything else looms about – static. It’s our unintentional evolution of understanding that created a bond.

Enticed by the possibilities of time without measure, we catapulted toward what was next. We chose to not define the road to travel – until now, and it seems we have arrived at a single destination. There was nothing that could impede the compassion and shared expression – until reality interrupted – causing a clash, a tumbling crash and awareness that awakened us to obligation and reminded us of responsibility.

That is when we arrived. There, at a familiar place where regret and decisions are clouded with confusion and the ability to control nothing is clear. Standing there, both of us, where direction seems uncertain. Our acknowledgement of choices is one, having something, forgetting nothing and owning the purpose.

What then do we own, if not ourselves and our time? I can see that a priority deed over a favor lacks compassion. You can see that obligation is a gift. Soon, the space you occupy will be vacant. Your thoughtfulness causes your exit to be soft and quiet. But, when you return, I will have coveted the spirit and emotion for a better purpose.

We breathe with confidence. We share without a worry. There is nothing between us that does not belong; because we accept, learn and enjoy – together. But we never looked to see that the very thing that brought us close threatened to push us away; spirit and emotion

So, do we change again? Do we decide to abbreviate our conversations? Do we discontinue the warm support and deep satiety? Do we separate the tangle of secrets and moments shared? Do we change all of this because we fear we will be open, honest and felt? After all the changes I now know that where I am is the same place I started going before. I just now go with intention, and with the understanding that there is cause and there is consequence. I am many things; but always to you a friend.


I knew that a brief passionate exchange between myself and someone I could never have was over. Getting to a reasonable outcome is always important, to me.

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