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i find myself at times whispering your name to no one...


i had a dream about you.


there was a house, a mansion. many tastefully appointed rooms, and all the rooms were filled with people. many attractive people. all on your invitation.


this was a party. your party. you wanted to host a party, and, as you told me in my handwritten invitation written in gold ink on ivory parchment, you wanted this party to also serve as my birthday celebration. what you wanted and what i wanted and what together we could have... an orgy.


also at the top of the guest list were many of your lady friends, exquisitely accommodating. they were soft of word, charming of smile and gentle of touch. there were several young men, giving of compliments and of their bodies. many hands, fingertips, gliding along so much flesh like warm silk. energies shifting from room to room to room to room.


up stairs around corners through rooms down stairs across tiles over couches and beds and rugs


i kissed many lips and necks, traced my tongue up the insides of many thighs. i felt many, many hands through my hair and down to my feet and alllll overrrrr...


everyone was in a relaxed and jovial mood. the unspoken expectation was that the party wouldn't be declared a success until the first orgasm, yet no one was really trying to push anyone over the edge. endless torturous pleasure raising the craving and feeding the need until


the currents of bodies pushed us randomly, separately into the same room. you, me, a few young ladies of varying... talents. our bodies flush with the flow of blood, our exhalations almost steam from our lips. you, urged down onto a chair. i was escorted astride you. encouraging hands and purring voices, my arching back, your bucking hips, more and more, more, more and more, with your shuddering gasp of release and my scream of ultimate pleasure rippling through our approving audience.


the rest of the evening continued as before, with guests eventually leaving. it was you and me and a young lady lazing in bed watching a movie on television, our bodies intertwined when we finally fell asleep.


i find myself at times listening... for a whisper

seeing his eyes, looking into his eyes, feeling his eyes looking into mine is like looking into the heart of a blue-green flame... alive, vibrant, shining with the creative destruction of fire, consuming and conveying the spirit skyward...



i caught myself before i said his name. not his name... his name. the lights were off. my eyes were closed. my body was channeling the strength of the earth through my own flesh into the sweat-infused air around us. i bit the name back in my throat with a moan.

i wasn't recreating his face over his. believe me, i am very satisfied under his touch. my body explodes with gratitude and mindless appetite because he delivers... the taste of his skin, the heat of his body pressing on my own. his dynamic manner changes speed and force with dizzying technique and spectacular results.

no, i don't wish for his touch when he leaves me shuddering and gasping...

i wish he were here to enjoy his skill as well.



the color of his eyes is extraordinary. brilliant. unreal. eerie. inviting. powerful. made all the more intense by the light shining behind them.