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January 2016

Cheesecake

Cheesecake.  Just saying its name conjures up visions of smooth and creamy indulgence.  There is absolutely nothing more delectable than a proportionate-sized piece of this rich goodness which causes the memory of its consumption to linger and if it is exceptionally tasty, the desire for more will never be sated.  In order to fully enjoy this epicurean experience, it is essential that you have a  craving for its unique offerings: an earthy, musky smell that creates instant salivation, the right balance of perfect sweetness and creaminess that instantly registers melt-in-your-mouth goodness by isolating and triggering those taste buds whose only purpose is to signal a complete sense of satisfaction in the brain.  Added to this sensory experience, the sounds of complete quiescent pleasure which emanate from the lucky ones to which it is given.

Which brings me to my own personal recipe.  I take pains to make certain that this dessert is presented in its glory: contrasting linens to accentuate the color and texture of its pale ecru smoothness, the proper accessories to aid in its consumption, and an atmosphere of decadent indulgence to cap-off the experience.  Nothing is left undone and there is no detail is too small to accentuate and emphasize the ceremony of the occasion.

Love affairs share the same hedonistic pleasures as a piece of cheesecake.  As a dessert, they can compliment an ordinary predictable meal, however, as the main course….not so interesting.  The enjoyment of a decadent pleasure can only be accomplished once the drudgery and necessity of responsibility has been fulfilled.  If a tantalizing treat becomes the Fare-of-the-Day, it is no longer a treat and loses it appeal as something special.  To be able to enjoy being the treat without the desire of being the daily special, is an art to which women who are cheesecake understand: passion or predictability?  Titillation or tedium?  Which have you chosen?

Existential Exhibitionism…Part Deux

You pause and think quickly, this is either the luckiest day of your life or the most foolish.  One way or another, you will have your answer within the next two minutes, you say to yourself as you casually rise from your chair and mustering all of the self-control that you possess, walk as nonchalantly as possible toward the dark corner.  You are acutely aware that you may be making a fatal error in judgement, but at the same time you realize that this may be the chance of  a lifetime!  You can still smell her perfume and you feel the tightness in your pants as your desire propels you forward.  The time for second thoughts has passed as you allow the darkness to swallow you and her scent to fill your nostrils; your heart is racing and your cock is throbbing as you feel small, soft hands reach up to grab your neck and pulling you down to her, she opens her mouth and the kiss is nothing short of nuclear fusion.  You have forgotten where you are, who you are, and all facets of reality as your senses explode with animal desire.  Her mouth is warm and wet and she kisses you deeply with her delicate tongue; she has her hand on your crotch and is lightly rubbing and feeling the outside fabric pulled taut against your zipper.  She deftly unbuckles the belt you are wearing and just as quickly unzips your pants and reaches in to relieve your discomfort with the firm, warm strokes of her hand on your blood engorged and throbbing phallus.  Sweetly, exquisitely, she drops to her knees and begins to lick the tip and the rim of your cock; you feel the warmth of her mouth slowly begin to swallow you as you are fully engulfed.  She runs the tip of her hardened tongue up and down, slowly over your member.  You hold her head in your hands as you guide her movements and the intensity of her rhythm.  So deliciously, you feel your scrotum rising and beginning to tighten, your moment of turbulence is about to feel release…not yet, not yet, you say to yourself but you know you are helpless to stop the sweet misery that will lead to your capitulation and  final expression of ecstasy….

To be continued…

 

Anyone have a cigarette…?!

 

Winter Funk

This time of year is rough.  I don’t know if it is the weather, the anti-climax of the holidays, the frenzied shopping and its ensuing damage on the budget, or too many ghosts of Christmas past…but I find it really hard, lately, to get out of bed!  I started the New Year out with a bang (literally! :)) and I thought that I would somehow escape some of this cloudiness, but to no avail.  Even my interest in sex has diminished…now, that is serious!  Time to shake things up a bit and fast!  To be continued…

All Good Things Must Come To An End

This is the first day back to my normal routine after a round of self-structured days.  Just tearing myself away from my flannel sheets should earn me a paycheck (if earnings were based upon difficulty)!  Alas…it is not to be, and I must reach deep-down within myself to somehow rouse the energy to put on dress-up clothes, stockings, and heels, and do my thing.  It’s hard, sometimes, to be a grown-up!

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