Love & Light: Day 23

Ola Loversss!

I Can Feel Summer Turning To Fall
I Know! I Said IT, I Shouldn’t Say IT Or It’ll Come True
But It’s Already True
I’m Looking Forward To It
I Looove T Fall

My Birthday Period

I Looove T Decay, T Slumber, T Indulgence Of Autumn
I Love T Colours N Spectrums Of Oranges, Purples & Reds
I Love T Scents Of Pumpkin Pie, Of Cinnamon, Of Apple

Big Changes For All

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Happy To B Presenting To You, A Piece I Wrote For Met Another Frog
I Did A Two Part-er, W T First Appearing N Their Travel Sex Month Of July
T Second N Their Anything-But-Vanilla Month Of August
And A Peek At My First Draft For My Fiiirst Erotica Collection!
Enjoyyy

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Summmer N T City Part I & II

Time is flying by and we’re almost into August, which will mark a year passing since my first fuckation.

Ohhh, a fuckation!… What’s that?

The London gays practically built the Paris Eurostar for the occasion. In NYC they have whole islands devoted to this super fun vacation option and let’s be honest, tonnes of people not on fuckations are secretly (or actively) hoping their resort/ski/yoga vacation will take a fucktastic turn.

For my first, I was heading to NYC to see my soon to be lover, Samurai. We had connected in the spring of 2009 (during my sixteen month celibacy phase) over various social networking sites and been involved in the digital space (facebook, email, skype) until our late summer rendezvous. Samurai had gone from a crush to a muse over our 18 month courtship. I was nervous and excited at the thought of standing before him, so many thoughts and feelings running through me. I couldn’t help but act out our first meeting, in my bedroom, in the shower. Daydreaming about how we would kiss first, fuck first, touch first.

I flew into a sizzling New Jersey airport, the air thick from the never ending heat and grime. I had been to NYC once before, in college, in frigid March and though I wanted to explore the city, the lifestyle this time round, I was more interested in exploring my new treasure.

I admit it. I’m romantic. I wanted our meeting to be ‘perfect’. Though I mentally felt ready to handle any emotions that could arise, good or bad, when I  saw him in the flesh, I would listen to all my senses for a ‘yes’ or ‘no’. I like a balance of head, heart and gut when it comes to experiences like these. Here’s how it would go: I wanted to wear my sexy and sweet yellow sun dress, to arrive looking fresh and juicy, he would look exactly how I perceived, my cunt would clench, we would say ‘Hello’ and hold each other’s gaze before melting into a clutching, smooching embrace.

I had no time to change into my little sunny frock. I arrived in dark denim short shorts, a knotted black satin (polyester) blouse, sticky and sweaty, my heart racing from the journey and my nerves. He was there, sitting in the middle of an empty restaurant, which was white with little technicolor touches on the lights. He stood up and he was smaller than I imagined but totally beautiful. Lean and muscular he was wearing a blue t-shirt with his jeans. I envied how cool and calm he looked, I was spinning. He smiled broadly, it changed his face. As he moved purposefully towards me, I dropped my suitcase and my purse and tried to subtly catch the breath that was eluding me. And then we were kissing, I was in his arms, the kiss harder than I imagined, lusty and aggressive. I was surprised, I needed space, I’m a Scorpio like that. The kiss was great but not perfect.

We chatted for a few moments and then some of my friends arrived, they were to meet Samurai so as to identify him to the police, should I end up in little pieces across the city. Though, seriously, alwayyys a good idea to let someone/people know where you are going: contact details and basic info about your vacation lover, set up a text/FB/twitter check in arrangement with a friend over certain points of your visit. I do this with friends who do erotic work/art/photography too.

I excused myself to the washroom, where I could be alone and refresh. I felt like I was feeling everything all at once and needed to quickly ground myself. I changed into my yellow dress and gold heels; the dress was always more for me than for him anyway, I was in Manhattan after all. I looked at myself in the mirror, probably speaking aloud my pep talk affirmations before returning to him.

Back at the table, he stood up again as I reemerged. He said something very sweet and I tried to take in his face without staring. It was odd, the disconnect between him in my daydreams, him that I knew and him beside me munching salad. They were all so the same but different. There was a little salad in front of me and we chatted for a while as we ate and enjoyed the coolness of the artificial air. Then we settled the bill and hit the streets.

I fucking love New York City. With every minute I spent with him, the puzzle of what I knew and felt, started to come together. I felt warmed by his masculine beauty, his delicious Southern accent creeping in once and while, and the obvious joy he felt to be holding hands with me. I think I fell in love with him by the time we hit Koreatown. We kissed at every stoplight, yellow taxis whizzing by, glistening flesh everywhere and soon we were journeying to his Brooklyn flat. I feel it’s important to share, that though I was orgasmic, I had yet to experience an orgasm with a partner. Samurai happens to work in sex, a teacher of sorts, and though I felt ready to move into this phase, I had butterflies too.

Rubyyy and Samurai were making out in the hallway. Shiny hardwood, just outside of the bathroom. Rubyyy, barefoot and on tip toes, and him, firm in his kickass black leather boots. His hands were swirling and bunching the fabric of her yellow sundress, as his fingertips kneaded her ass. Beads of sweat were pooling under their clothes, in her hair; it was the end of summer. Her hands pressed into his sticky low back, pushing his denim hard-on closer to her hungry hips…

A Little Later

…In his bathroom, Rubyyy in her Japanese robe. Mouth pink and puffed from furious mouth fucking. She is standing, barefoot, in front of the sink and vanity. Waiting. Robe parted to show off full breasts, erect sex nipples and soft tummy. Leaning against the sink, she can feel the coolness of the marble against her mound. Waiting. Fingertips trace the pattern in the countertop. Goosebumps start to spread across her flesh as she hears his footsteps approaching. Her eyes flicked to the mirror and she paused on her own beauty: he is worthy. Waiting…

Then his face was next to hers in the mirror. Rubyyy does not turn around and their eyes meet. There was a moment. Like a cat flexing before a pounce. There was a breath. Then his hands moved quickly to her tits, grabbing handfuls of aching flesh, pulling her body back into him. He was wearing just a towel, such a gentleman, when all she wanted was to feel his hardness pressed against her thighs, ass, deep in her cunt. He licked and sucked from shoulder to earlobe, taking his time, tasting each inch.

Rubyyy forced her eyes open, to watch her lover love her. His mouth wide and sucking hard, his tongue moved in long strokes up and down her neck. It felt as if he was sucking the blood from her body and sending pure pleasure back through her veins. All the while his hands massaging and exploring her breasts, squeezing just hard enough to send waves of relief through her chest and waves of heat to her clit.

A Little Later

…She was laying in the middle of his bed, on her tummy, a soft throw beneath her. The fan blowing in the corner was cooling the water droplets not yet toweled off and Rubyyy shook and tossed her damp hair. After they’d bathed each with tongues and kisses, they had jumped into the shower, playfully washing and kissing some more. They were high on each other’s beauty, sex and newness; they both knew not one bit of flesh would go unexplored.

‘Can I wash you baby?’ he said softy, between kisses, skating soapy fingertips between the gap in her thighs.

A kiss and a ‘yes’, and he sat cross legged at her feet, water pouring over his lap, his beautiful cock standing at attention. He lathered her crevices and smiled, as he pressed. ‘I love your puffy mound’.

‘Aren’t all women like that?’ Rubyyy asked, blushing slightly, hearing the girlish tone in her voice she couldn’t let go of around him. He kissed his reply and continued to happily bathe and admire her.

She’d left the shower before him, still nervous, feeling anxious to fuck. The room was dim, lit by lots of lovely candles; the flames flickering in the blowing air, the sounds of Brooklyn summertime occasionally breaking the silence. It was suddenly perfect. She looked over her shoulder as he came in and she saw the hunger on his face; running through his body, filling his cock. She turned away smiling, deep breaths.

Only moments after feeling the weight of him move on to the bed, Rubyyy, felt his hands clench her ass and firmly pull her apart. A quick cry escaped her; a mix of shock and sweetness before melting into a dizzying sensation. He licked and teased the hole he’d gently washed, and Rubyyy arched, rising to meet him. Her pussy soaking out of jealousy and joy, as the pleasure in her ass buzzed through her cunt, her breasts, her clit. She moaned because she could and because his eager tongue was winding her up tight inside as he continued to push and spread her asshole.

A Little Later

…Bound in the spreader bar with cuffs wrapped just above her knees, Rubyyy was pulled wide but relaxed on her back. Together they shifted her to the edge of the bed so her head could droop over, her mouth could drop open. Samurai stood behind her, supporting her head, kissing her face as they ran through their sex rules. Safe words would not be possible this time.

After settling on their rules, they kissed a little longer and he released a hand to squish and press her breasts, to bounce and pull each of her nipples – both already swollen, bigger than she’d ever seen them before. He helped her to drop her head back and Rubyyy took in her new view: little white bookcase with books and boxes, the round light from one of the candles and his neat, full balls nestled between toned thighs. Her mouth started to water and her fingers moved instinctively to stroke her clit. His cock was in his hand as he gently massaged himself, surely taking in the view of his woman stretched and flat out before him, taking him in: waiting to have her beautiful face filled and fucked by him…

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I Had A Fabulous Evening W Met Another Frog Tonight At Sh! Portobello
A Fun Event Called ‘Come Talk To Me‘
Gents Showed Over Their Tongue Flexibility By Gently But Enthusiastically
Practicing T Art Of Conversation, Believing:

That to unlock her legs, he must first unlock her mind…

I Had A Lovely Time & We Had Some Excellent Entrants
Oh! I Was A Judge! Weee!
I Thought They Were Fab & It Was Hard To Pick A Winner
But That Cunny Linguist Will B Enjoying An Ammmazing Gift Bag From T Sh! Girlz
Including T So-Hot-Right-Now TENGA EGG
The Next One W B Even Bigger, Better & Bolder, Will Keep You Posted

Thanks To Penny, Joanna, Sarah & All T Gentleman Perfomers

Love Lust & Light
♥
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Rubyyy Jones

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