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/The Holy and the Unholy
I find beauty and truth in paradox. In the unexpected, unusual and unique. Truth that comes quietly creeping in, like flowers growing out of a sidewalk crack, or moss on a centuries old building, or an orgasm and the feeling of utter surrender and capture in anal sex. Especially when translated into the sensual realm, it's about finding the holy in the unholy. Acts and people I never would have foreseen, having the power to turn me on and unlock me. The most debased moments, when I'm truly besotted, become acts of reverence. In pushing through something, there emerges a kind of beauty that's earned. It radiates through people or things that have been fucked over a bit, shocked into truth and gently cracked open.
I was with someone recently. Someone I adore. I hadn't seen him in ages, but I've thought about him often. The feelings I had for him have become the marker for every man to follow.
He's been showing me his video projects, and there's one in particular of a wild night with his friends. They've invited a girl over and she's dancing for them, eventually stripping. There are five guys, and she's loving being the center of attention. It's progressing very slowly, like the build-up in masturbation when you know that you are going to draw this out for a long time.
She's straddling one of the guys, and another guy comes up behind her and undoes her bra. Grinding on him, she turns around to face the camera. She seems quite comfortable with being filmed, actually. Her legs open wider and the boy whose lap she is sitting on, reaches around and slides his hand inside her panties. As she swats his hand away, I'm struck by how sexy that gesture is for me: her feeble attempts at resistance. I'm getting more and more turned on by this scene.
He and I share this core fantasy - of a woman being fucked by a group of men. We always get there somehow, either talking about it or acting it out in someway. That's actually how we met - I invited him home to play with my boyfriend and me.
I was with someone recently. Someone I adore. I hadn't seen him in ages, but I've thought about him often. The feelings I had for him have become the marker for every man to follow.
"...it's the dirtiest clean I know..."
- Feist, My Moon My Man
- Feist, My Moon My Man
She's straddling one of the guys, and another guy comes up behind her and undoes her bra. Grinding on him, she turns around to face the camera. She seems quite comfortable with being filmed, actually. Her legs open wider and the boy whose lap she is sitting on, reaches around and slides his hand inside her panties. As she swats his hand away, I'm struck by how sexy that gesture is for me: her feeble attempts at resistance. I'm getting more and more turned on by this scene.
He and I share this core fantasy - of a woman being fucked by a group of men. We always get there somehow, either talking about it or acting it out in someway. That's actually how we met - I invited him home to play with my boyfriend and me.
Aeric Meredith Goujon
His head drifts into my lap, and my hands cannot stop roaming his body. I want to etch every curve and shape of him into my fingers. I undress him slowly and inhale his being. I keep myself so close to him, that the only air I let myself breathe is his scent. My mouth wanders over his flesh, tasting all the flavors of him: The sweat on his neck, the moisture underneath his arms, the heat of his cock.
I'm shaking.
I turn him over, laying him on his stomach and mount him gently, firmly, covering his body with mine. I slide down the length of him, grasping his beautiful ass with my hands, mouth, tongue. Tasting him. I put my mouth between his buttocks, my tongue grazing the soft flesh there. He shivers. I read him by his breathing: shallow, louder now. I love the sound of his breath and I love the noises he makes when he comes. I always thought this was something I'd be repulsed by, but with him, it's reverent and erotic. Every nuance of his scent is delicious to me. Gently, I probe his asshole with my tongue, while my fingers lightly dance on his balls. I feel like all his reactions are utterly under my control and I'm completely in tune with how every little maneuver makes him feel. I love this.
His asshole opens for me. I plunge my tongue in and out, like a cock and I love that I'm fucking his ass with my tongue. His ass is in the air now, so I slide underneath him. His cock is so hard and I want him desperately in my mouth. He's wild now, uncontrollable. He's fucking my mouth like a pussy. My eyes are tearing up, it's so intense, and my whole face is contracting, it's so violent. But I let him fuck me hard. He comes in my mouth and then pulls out his cock and the rest of his come sprays on my face. He's breathing hard and crying out. I've almost come myself, and he's barely touched me. I'm wiping the come off my face and into my mouth. (No sense wasting the stuff...)
We're lying together, entwined. Me, smacking my come-splattered lips, savoring the taste, my face nuzzled between his shoulder blades.
I'm shaking.
I turn him over, laying him on his stomach and mount him gently, firmly, covering his body with mine. I slide down the length of him, grasping his beautiful ass with my hands, mouth, tongue. Tasting him. I put my mouth between his buttocks, my tongue grazing the soft flesh there. He shivers. I read him by his breathing: shallow, louder now. I love the sound of his breath and I love the noises he makes when he comes. I always thought this was something I'd be repulsed by, but with him, it's reverent and erotic. Every nuance of his scent is delicious to me. Gently, I probe his asshole with my tongue, while my fingers lightly dance on his balls. I feel like all his reactions are utterly under my control and I'm completely in tune with how every little maneuver makes him feel. I love this.
His asshole opens for me. I plunge my tongue in and out, like a cock and I love that I'm fucking his ass with my tongue. His ass is in the air now, so I slide underneath him. His cock is so hard and I want him desperately in my mouth. He's wild now, uncontrollable. He's fucking my mouth like a pussy. My eyes are tearing up, it's so intense, and my whole face is contracting, it's so violent. But I let him fuck me hard. He comes in my mouth and then pulls out his cock and the rest of his come sprays on my face. He's breathing hard and crying out. I've almost come myself, and he's barely touched me. I'm wiping the come off my face and into my mouth. (No sense wasting the stuff...)
We're lying together, entwined. Me, smacking my come-splattered lips, savoring the taste, my face nuzzled between his shoulder blades.
- 04/15/2009
