Grazing Your Sensual Mind

Slowly sliding…finding your dampness…grazing your sensual mind as my fingers dip between your parting thighs…I will savor your beautiful sweetness before ravaging you beyond belief…the tip of my hardness dancing on your seductive mouth will quite soon be throbbing insatiably deep within your wanting and wet perfection…


The Ache


She lay there lost in thoughts. Consumed. The ache. That overwhelming innermost feeling of love, lust, passion, and craving of flesh. His flesh. His cock. She worshipped his manhood and what it made her feel inside…

Her ache now emanating from her core. Her silken panties so drenched with desire, she literally could feel him now – inside her. Her mind raced. Searching for – and finding, a moment with him. A moment she would revisit now, with him, in her mind and inside the depths of her body and soul. As her fingers graced the folds of her wetness, she could now feel him. The ache now turning to a knowing; a comforting excitement of the bliss soon to be.

The ache wanted, needed, and obsessed now for his cock. His presence, she could feel him now – his aura surrounding and enveloping her. His beautiful member pushing and rubbing all around the outside of her wanting wetness. Her hips moving to entice his entry. He, like a skilled master, firmly grasping his tool, and circling with the tip of his hardness all around her aching pussy. Tapping and teasing her clit; placing just his cock head at her weeping opening until she could stand it no more….she felt him now! Just like then!

Slowly…. so slowly (at first) he began to glide himself inside her. She felt the throbbing head of his magnificence opening her aching swollen lips. Slowly he entered her- FUCK she screamed inside her mind!!! FUCK ME!!! He could hear her silent screaming; but he persisted in the slow torture of ecstasy. She now felt him about halfway down her chamber of love – when he suddenly stopped. Purposely he stopped there to THROB for her…. testing her wetness, he could feel her readiness and insatiable need. He pulled back slowly – as slowly as he entered. Almost all the way out, the tip of his throbbing helmet easing out only slightly, moving magically to push one last time firmly upon her clit, and then moving back inside her. A little faster now, but still only halfway – she groaned and began to beg, finally in an utterance, almost growl, “Fuck Me!” Unrelenting, he pulled back one more time, and now, grasping tightly to his ass, her nails digging in to his tight flesh, she roared aloud, “FUCK ME!”

With that, he plunged himself entirely! With the full weight of his body, he thrusted as deep as he could, and as hard as he could, into her aching depths!

They fucked so hard and fast that both of them were cumming within minutes; an eruption of fluids and ecstasy.

The ache was gone… subsided…

for now…


Early Summer Waterfall

Beginning of January and I’m already dreaming of summer and being on the lake; Lake Chelan, Washington. Photo above is just one of many springtime / early summer snowmelt waterfalls. This one was still roaring in mid June of last year, 2018. Lake Chelan, the third deepest lake in North America, is known for its purity and clarity. Only being fed naturally by snow melt and glacier run off. There are no large rivers feeding into the deep gorge, only small streams and little tributaries from the multitude of canyons. As far as depth, if you were to measure from the top of the high peak ranges all the way to the bottom of the lake, it would be deeper than the Grand Canyon, making it the deepest gorge in North America. The lake is over 50 miles long, and from lake level, at its deepest area, its depths plunge down 1,500 feet; which, takes the bottom to below sea level – an amazing statistic considering that the lake flows into the mighty Columbia River, spilling down a beautiful cascading waterfall itself, feeding into the river which then flows all the way to the ocean; the Columbia spilling into the Pacific, separating the two states of Oregon and Washington.



More photos and lake stories to come! 😎

Elevator #3

He saw her now, walking towards him. From a distance, she had captivated his imagination all evening. Her scent was delicious as she paused briefly, placing the folded bar napkin before him. He sipped his bourbon one last time as he read her delicate words written on the napkin; “Elevator #3, I’m wet”, was all it said….


We are Stories

Her robe hung loosely about her slender frame. He approached quietly, slowly, reading her still slight moves, both her hands now on the kitchen table. Her hair still out of place, the aroma of coffee filled the house. After all these years, he still found her irresistible – she was truly his goddess. Although he was quiet, she knew. She knew he was making his move; like so many wonderful and incredible times before – while never planned, they both loved to fuck early in the morning, in the kitchen, like wild animals; and then laugh later during the day at the thought of such ritual.

Slowly sweeping her hair aside, his mouth touched the back of her neck as his hands simultaneously slipped under her limp robe. His rough hands, the tips of his fingers gliding over her soft skin. She pulled the back of her robe to one side, and felt his warm hardness press firmly against her ass. His thumb and forefinger squeezed gently on her left nipple, her breasts were so sensitive to his touch, and she loved the fine line of pain and pleasure – his other hand sliding down her front, over her tummy and down….there. Her region already moist with anticipation, almost gushed as he guided his fingers skillfully about her smooth pussy; circling her swelling clit and playing at the edges of her depths. She pushed back as she shifted her legs, her body bending downward over the table, his torso finding its natural position between her. His cock hard and throbbing, she reached between her legs and gave a few firm strokes and then guided him inside. Slowly and deliberately he moved within her – pausing as he could feel her quiver – at the same time, she felt his throbbing contractions. “Play with my ass”, she purred… She knew he would, but she also knew how much he loved to hear her ask. With her one hand caressing, then squeezing hard on his balls, he plunged deep – driving her forward spread out on the table now and fucking hard and fast! (This wouldn’t be the first kitchen table to be broken; they just don’t make things the way they used to) “I’m going to fill you with my hot cum” he growled – to which she immediately screamed, “Fuck me! FUCK ME! Fill Me!! Give it to me”!

Those words- more than words; they were connected to her very soul, and it penetrated him to his core every time – like the first time – and grasping her hips he came hard! Driving his cock deep as he groaned out loudly in relief and ecstasy. This is what always made her cum. His sound. His explosion within her body, but more than that- the primal sound he emitted uncontrollably – this is what sent her mind and body into her realms of ecstasy. She could cum over and over again, usually she did orgasm before him, but never to the extent like at the end, with his sound. It was hers to have and use, a secret locked away in her memory to use whenever she wanted or needed. And, she did.

Holding her tightly now, his mind still in its fog of bliss- he pressed his lips to hers, kissing her lovingly and with admiration, both of them smiling underneath the kiss, “how would you like your eggs this morning sweetheart?”, he asked.


Coffee House

Coffee House

It was a small place, not very fancy or upscale, but comfortable- and, the coffee was good there. It was mid morning, and most, if not all of the ‘morning rush’ java drinkers had long departed from one daily ‘grind’ to another.

They sat. Not next to one another, but at a small table, facing each other. And while there was a beautiful aroma in the air, the heavenly scent of coffee and scones and delicate pastries- there also was an air of slight tension – at first.

“Why”, she began. “Why in the world did you, out of the blue, book a flight and come half way across the fucking country, just to see me?!!”

He sat, listening. His coffee was black, strong, but it was brewed, not the trendy espresso type. He liked it that way – his way. And, that’s how he lived his life – his way.

“You know, I don’t even KNOW YOU!”, her voice started to actually break a bit as it climbed slightly in pitch, clearly she wasn’t happy – not unhappy – after all, no one had ever flown over two thousand miles just to sit and have a cup of coffee with her – but still! wtf?

Still he sat, listening. His eyes never leaving hers. She looked him squarely back too. She was a very strong woman, he could tell that instantly. He liked that in a woman. Of course, he had known all along that she was incredibly strong; he wouldn’t have flown this far to have coffee with a woman of weak character. He knew what he was doing. But, he also knew, that he had made her uncomfortable, and as such, was doing everything in his power to emanate an air of calm. Because, actually, he was a calm man. And, a very patient man too.

Now she sat, still wanting to continue with a barrage of questions, but she too was generally a calm person. She was feeling a little more at ease now, observing that this man, was actually listening. Huh!? She thought, maybe he is a little different. She began to study him. Studying his features. He was older than she. And, although not ugly, he was rather….ordinary; he was a strong man, with very strong hands; she did like that. But, she could never picture herself with someone like him, his hair was already turning a silvery gray; however, at least he had hair, she almost let out an audible chuckle. Calming now, and with full composure regained, once again, this time in a very quiet and almost sultry tone, she asked him, “Why, did you do this; come all the way here to see me?”

He heard her question, but was focused- Her eyes. The entire time that they had been sitting together, it was her eyes. They were captivating. Snapping out of the spell of her eyes- momentarily- he readjusted his position a little, leaned slightly forward and put his hand on top of hers. “I would have flown half way around the world to have this moment.” Her gaze didn’t change, he continued. “Do you remember, that time I asked you, ‘If you could travel to any destination, anywhere with no limitations or concerns, where would you go?’ And you never answered me.”

She nodded. She remembered that silly and absurd question – a message he had sent. She had thought about it – not just answering his question, but actually had thought deeply about where she would go. She didn’t know where all this was going, but, for the moment, she sat and was actually feeling better – although, she had already planned, if any part of this gets to be too much, or too weird, she would have no problem getting up and leaving him in the dust – preferably with a glass of something liquid in his face!

He watched her nod, he knew she would remember that. And he watched her wheels turning inside her mind. He was a master at reading people. An instinctive gift. He was highly intuitive, for a man. He continued. “I can’t explain this in terms that will make rational sense. But I will do my best.” He watched carefully as he spoke now. “When I asked you that question, had you reciprocated, and asked me the same, I would have described probably two different places and dream destinations. One of which, might have been a return trip to Italy- the beautiful town of Sorrento perhaps. But, more importantly, I would have first described this coffee house, and meeting you here to talk and be together.”

She stared. Her mind was racing. Taking another sip of her coffee, again she queried, “Okay, look, I’m not saying it was a bad thing, or that I am unhappy that you came all the way here….but”, she was almost at a loss for words, she really didn’t understand him at all, “Why!?!”, she asked again. As he began to speak, answering her question, when he said her name, it was as if an electric current had pulsed completely through her body. Now SHE was leaning forward, and listening intently. She could feel this. This…whatever it was, was palpable. An energy. Is this what they refer to as ‘chemistry’? She thought she knew what compatibly and having chemistry with someone meant, but, never….never, had she felt this.

He noticed her shift and lean forward, her entire countenance changing, brightening. He continued, “From the very beginning, the first time I saw your face, your eyes especially, I knew that I would have to meet you- be with you. At least once. Even if only for coffee and a conversation. The universe had conspired to place our paths in a course of intersection, how could I not follow through with such a quest?” He paused, watching her as he used words like ‘Universe’ and ‘paths of intersection’. Continuing, “I can’t explain everything I feel. And, truthfully, I am not sure who, whether it’s you or it is me, that is supposed to learn some life lesson out of all this – maybe we are both to learn something, I don’t know.” He saw that her mouth was almost opening slightly, she was hanging on his words now. Being careful, he simply said, “One thing I know absolutely for certain, everything happens for a reason. While, to us, as we live our lives, our busy and overly complicated lives, we see almost everything as random and coincidental events. I believe nothing could be further from the truth.” As he spoke now, he saw her regain her comfort once again, she was nodding in agreement.

She was actually starting to like this. Not necessarily him, but, the conversation. This must be a dream she almost made herself laugh, and she noticed that he noticed her grin. This noticing of each other noticing, made both of them smile. The air had lifted, and there was a new energy all about them. This time, she placed her hand on his, “So, basically, let me get this straight.” She paused, kind of giving her head a little shake side to side, “You are saying, that you flew all the way out here, just to have coffee and talk?”

He smiled. A big smile. And they were sitting at such a small table, and they were already leaning forward – so intent on all the conversation – it was very easy for him to do….leaning further forward, he gently kissed her beautiful lips and said, “Yes! Exactly!”

And, they kissed again- a little longer this time.



Originally written & published on my tumblr sub blog, drm-trvlr, January 17, 2017.

More to the backstory in another post ✍🏼