FaceTime.

Buried everywhere
Buried everywhere

FaceTime.

On my phone. His rugged, handsome face smiling devilishly up at me.

I adjust myself, almost intuitively, preparing for what’s to come and smile.

Anticipation building, we know what’s about to happen, yet we make small talk.

I hate small talk.

“How are you?” he asks.

“I’m good,” is my reply.  I glimpse the beater I adore and mentally remove every inch as I kiss his shoulders, a fantasy to be fulfilled.

“What are you wearing?” I ask.

He rubs his eye, smiling, a nervousness I sense.

I notice his long, thin fingers on perfect hands and immediately thoughts creep into my brain. His phone moves and I see his chest, his stomach, his torso, the print, his legs and my imagination runs crazy.  The desire is real.

That beautiful imprint.

I lick my lips and he pounces.

“What are you wearing?” I tell him nothing, and I prove it.

His lips escape a barely audible, “Fuck” and I say, “Yes please.  Someday soon?”

“Lemme see,” he whispers.  I move and moan in unison, fingers gliding slowly over the wetness.  I pull my fingers up to my lips and let him watch as I lick the glisten off slowly, circling my tongue like I would on that print. He’s stroking.

“Lemme see,” I say.

Immediately thoughts of having him inside me occur.  I want him. He moves and it makes me move; hands exploring, I imagine his fingers inside as I worship the many inches he’s blessed with, one inch at a time in my mouth. He moans and it makes me moan.  He wants to watch my face but wants to watch me grind and this FaceTime is the closest thing we have to reality right now.  I have to be with him and it’s a whirlwind of damn emotions.  I want him and he wants me and he says, “lemme hear you,” but I wanna hear him and I want his face buried everywhere. I want him buried inside and I want to reach through the screen and kiss him and make that happen and in seconds, one, two, three, four, it’s all passion and lust and hate and bliss and satisfaction and frustration, so much fucking frustration. I look into his eyes and make promises, promises of making this a reality. He smiles, his rugged, handsome face smiling devilishly up at me.  In that moment I am his like a conquest waiting to be conquered.  I lay there, still wet with desire and whisper:

“We really need to make this happen.”

If Only For One Night – Part 1

one night

“Let me hold you tight
If only for one night
Let me keep you near
To ease away your fear
It would be so nice
If only for one night

I won’t tell a soul
No one has to know
If you want to be totally discreet
I’ll be at your side
If only for one night

Your eyes say things I never hear from you
And my knees are shakin’ too
But I’m willin’ to go through
I must be crazy
Standin’ in this place
But I’m feeling no disgrace

For asking”…- Luther Vandross – “If Only For One Night.”

I wasn’t expecting to see anyone in the lobby, especially at that time of night.  I’d just walked my friend out and was on my way back into the hotel when I saw him.  He was standing there, looking down at his phone and I was half hoping he wouldn’t even notice me, not the way I was dressed in my bare feet and lounging pants and hair looking all frizzy and shit.  But the other half was hoping he would notice me; the other half was already hoping he’d…

He looked up and I swear it was like a scene straight out of a chick flick.

Hi.

Hi.

Wow.

I know. Wow.

You’re just, you’re so….

So are you…

I’m Shawn.

I’m Julia.

Julia. It’s so nice to meet you.

It’s so nice to meet you, Shawn.

So what are doing here at this time?

My girlfriend was here, she’s from out of town, and she just left to catch her flight, so I just walked her out to say goodbye. What are you doing here?

I’m actually supposed to be going home. I was just at a party.

Supposed to?

Well, yes, supposed to…

Oh.

There was a pause for a few seconds.  We just stared and smiled.  I looked down shyly and he laughed.  Then he spoke:

I’m not ready to leave.

I know.

We stood there, just smiling and watching each other again.  You could tell from looking at us that our wheels were turning, we were contemplating things in our minds. I spoke next:

I can’t take my eyes off you.

I know. I can’t either. I can’t believe you’re just standing here looking at me like this. You’re a beauty.

He was sweet.  He looked sweet.  How stupid could I be, thinking someone looked sweet?  I swear it was like that cartoon where the devil sits at one shoulder and the angel at the other shoulder, trying to tell you what to do.  All I knew was I didn’t want to never have contact with this boy again.

Listen, this is crazy, but I swear I’m not crazy and if you are crazy, then I’m even crazier but….my friend’s gone and I’ve got her room till morning. You want to, just, maybe, I don’t know, chill, hang out, have a smoke….do you even smoke?

Yeah I do actually….

Well, then, how about we just hang out and smoke and talk and no one has to leave yet?

I’d like that.

His smile made me smile.  I couldn’t stop staring.  I kept shaking my head and playing with my hands.  I wasn’t nervous, I was giddy.  I wanted this boy at my side.  I wanted to touch him and kiss his cheek and I just wanted to….love him, if only for one night…

He followed me through the corridor and into the room.  I let him in and closed the door behind him.  I offered to take his jacket and he took it off and handed it to me.  I noticed his arms and the snug shirt.  He was thin, athletically so and I got an urge to hug him.  I hung up his jacket and turned to him.  He was rubbing his hands together like he was cold, or nervous, or both.

This is crazy. You’re beautiful.

This is so crazy. And you’re beautiful. And just so you know, I swear I don’t do this. I’ve never done this. Ever.

Neither do I. But, here we are right? Both of us being crazy together.

I sat on the edge of the bed and motioned for him to sit down.  He did.  He sat down, close enough where our thighs were touching.  He didn’t move.

It was stupid and crazy and fun and just overwhelmingly romantic all at the same time.  Conversation flowed and eventually we got so comfortable that we were laying on the pillows, propping our heads up on our elbows, close enough to touch. He held my hand, I’d touch his arm, wanting always to keep the connection between us, wanting always to make sure the attraction was still there.  And two hours passed, just like that.

I reached out to touch his face, unable to resist any longer.  I wanted more. I ran my index finger along his cheekbone and he closed his eyes and welcomed my touch.

I feel so right with you. This feels so right. I don’t want this night to end. Do you feel this energy? Do you feel this between us?

I didn’t know what to say.  I felt it. I felt his warm energy and his sweet vibe and I wanted it. I wanted it to continue. I leaned over and kissed him, pressing my lips tightly to his.  His eyes softened visibly and he almost melted into me, responding more than I expected.  He moaned.  I moaned.  He laid his hand over my cheek and I was right where I needed to be.  I said:

I don’t even know you. But I want this. I want you. Let me love you. You should let me love you, just tonight…

Then & Now

“I feel like I belong here, with you. I don’t want to leave.”

His smile spoke a hundred words. His eyes a hundred more.

“I can’t stop staring at you. I love your face.”

His hand around my neck, ready to embrace. My heart skipped.

“Your lips are so soft.”

My mind reeled. He wasn’t him. This wasn’t him. He couldn’t be. I couldn’t be.

“And you smell good. God you smell so good.”

Chance encounters, real connections, love affairs waiting to happen.

“I want you, I want all of you, I want to devour every part of your body.”

Smiles, kisses, glances, touches, past and present, past lingering more than the present, love and lust, infatuation and crushes.

“You even taste good.”

Groans and moans and scratches and feelings. Hard and soft and wet and convulsing.

“I don’t want to leave.”

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Rapture

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His fingers strummed my hips. I laid on the spot in his arms, that nook right below his shoulder. His lips grazed my forehead. My hand rested on his stomach, my fingers playing with the drawstring of his sweat pants. I was two glasses of wine in. He, a few beers.

I sensed the change in his breathing, proof of his arousal…

The strumming became stroking. I let my fingers glide over the fabric, gently scratching his erection on my way back up. A smile creeped my lips.

“Pull it out,” he demanded. I teased.

His hands were now rough and possessive on my skin, reaching up to grab a fistful of hair. My head was thrown back. My eyes met his; dark, hazy. That look.

I couldn’t wait. I swept down and took the length of him in my mouth, forcing as much as I could bear. My favourite sound escaped his lips.

There was no time wasted. He stood up and led me to his bedroom, forcing my body to bend over the side of his bed. He pulled my pants down with one hand, while the other wrapped around my waist.

“You ready?” He reached in between my legs. “Oh, you’re ready.”

In an instant I was filled, my whole existence succumbing to this force of his, this awareness of pleasure deep within my walls.

Fuck.

I couldn’t think, couldn’t process, couldn’t wait to feel what I’d been missing.

He moved within me, his strokes getting faster, my body matching his rhythm.

“You want this?” He pulled me up and turned me to face him. I nodded. His lips grazed my chin. I lifted my head, granting him full access. His head dipped and his tongue flicked at the skin on my throat. He knew I wanted it.

I sat down and pulled him down with me.

My hands slid down his back and over his behind, cupping the round flesh in my palms. I adjusted my position and he thrust inside me, groans of pleasure between us. He smiled down at me and I smiled up at him. That moment being the one I look forward to every time, when I know what comes next.

He pushed into me, my legs wrapping immediately around him, his mouth on my breasts and my neck and my hair and my mouth. His tongue moved in unison with his hips, pushing me slightly higher into a different state of mind.

“Who’s my man?” I said in between gasps of pleasure.

“I am. I’m your man. I’m your man and you’re about to feel…” His voice broke off as he pounded deeper, looking into my eyes as I stared intently back into his.

“Come for me,” he whispered. “Come with me.”

It was as if on command. My body responded as my legs stretched out beneath him, the waves threatening to crash inside and over and under and….

….words jumbled together: Fuck. Man. Baby. Jesus. Oh. Kiss. Fuck. Baby. Girl. Yes. Yes. Yes.

I clung to his shoulders, aware of the throbbing going on between us, the fierce madness my insides hadn’t felt in so long. I cried out, the sound stuck in my throat, tears welling in my eyes. He sensed the force that was threatening to weaken me so he pulled me close, covering my mouth with his, one hand around my neck and again commanded, “Let it go. Give it to me.” Once, twice, three times my body convulsed under his weight, relief and satisfaction apparent in my limbs, both of us trying to steady the heavy breathing.

And it ended exactly how it began. I laid on the spot in his arms…his fingers strumming…

…and his lips grazed my forehead.

Thirst For More (Thursdays).

Yum, yum
no blueberry;
after a couple of days away,
a few licks and
the feeling of a popped cherry;
we use chairs and
other household accessories as well
with the goal of uncaging
a singing Canary;
or Hummingbird
because the explosion
got her fluttering;
breathless and
muted notes,
got
the sweet taste of honey
coating the tongue,
going smoothly down my throat;
Yo…
please put on a show,
let me spark up the evo,
3D, you holding your legs by your knees;
reaching out for my extension,
that feeling tension
making it hard for you
to breathe;
take these,
150 strokes,
push, then breathe
put it all on repeat…
it ain’t like you’re going to
insist that I leave.

And here you come.

Again.

Written by Lawrence Peoples a.k.a. People’s G. Riot ©

He Said, She Said

Sweetheart…

Hey baby. I thought of you this morning. I stretched out my legs and remembered the last time you were between ‘em. I miss you.

Really baby? Was just thinking about you too. It‘s been a while since we had time to enjoy each other. Miss the taste of you.

Do you remember? I remember your lips. I can almost feel them on mine now. Your tongue probing entry, wanting to explore my mouth.

Oh, I remember. The way you playfully resist at first and then moan as my tongue meets yours, pulling you closer the deeper we kiss, my hands trailing along your spine…

….as my fingertips trail your arms, your shoulders, your back. You know how much I love that back. I just got that feeling baby.

I love the feel of your nails grazing my skin. What feeling baby? The one you get when I kiss you along your neck and bite you? Or when I grab your ass to lift you to my mouth?

Yes. That one. When you grab my ass and lift me up and bring me closer to you. And the agonizing anticipation of having your mouth there, without touching me, yet teasing. God.

I love making you feel that way baby. And when your eyes get heavy, when that feeling hits you, knowing you‘re wet and ready for me.

But yet you make me wait. You’ll kiss me everywhere but there. I want you in my mouth now. I want to slide my hands over your chest and down over that cock I love so much. You know I love it don’t you? You know I can never get enough….

Yes. I know. And I know how much I miss those lips wrapped around my cock too. The way you slowly take me in and moan while I fill your mouth. It takes everything I have not to make a mess in your mouth. I swear you torture me for making you wait.

Why do you make me wait? Come here. I want you now. I want all of that weight inside me. I want to feel the length of your hardness deep inside me

I can’t wait to penetrate you slowly, to savour your moans before shoving every inch of me into you, to feel the softness of your legs beneath me, angling you just right so I can hit your spot repeatedly.

Can you stroke it? Thrust this pussy deep inside and fuck it fast? I want all of you inside. I wanna cry out in passion and anticipation while I writhe my softness against your hardness to get mine….

….wrap those legs tight and hold on baby, I wanna make your eyes roll back with every stroke, make sure your need is satisfied, leaving your softness swollen and tender….

Oh baby. How much longer?

~ Co-written with Mark “Tearless Poet” Dews.

I’m on my way…

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It’s Your Birthday

Happy birthday.

I know it’s your day but I want to unwrap you. I want to peel away every item that’s keeping me from…

….that skin. That milk chocolate that melts in my mouth. Sweet. Delicious.

I want to intertwine my fingers with yours and look into your eyes and let you know when…

…I’m ready. That mouth that speaks nothing but sweetness, talking about “princess” and “baby” but you know I ain’t nobody’s princess. Take me from this kingdom though….

….take me anywhere.

It’s your birthday. Feel free to take me anywhere. Take this love I give you, do with it as you please.

I’ll make you remember today, make you wish every day was your birthday. I’ll blow at your ear the way I do and lick your navel like you like me to. Heh. You got me rhyming.

Lets celebrate. Let me unwrap you. And then…

…you can unwrap me too.

Happy birthday Michael.

Five years. We met for the first time right after your birthday; I wanting to make up for lost time, you wanting to stop time. Nothing’s changed since then aside from stronger feelings and happier hearts. And you? You make this heart smile. From the moment you pulled at my coat collar to kiss me, lips quivering in anticipation, hearts pounding, you had me.

I want to celebrate. Unwrap me now…

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