ACT III: (To love & Lust in 45) short erotic story, I wrote
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Posted:Aug 22, 2014 9:26 pm
Last Updated:Apr 25, 2024 1:45 am
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The cab smell like a New York rat, but fuck it, it’s didn’t matter, touching lips to another, is if grabbing New York's big apple and taking a big bite out of it. The sweet taste of his lips, the presence of the heart beating fast, the touch of his rough skin, the hair comb through my finger tips, eyes spearing mine, the darken cab, lighten only by the passing of streets lights, the instincts of light draws us together. Manifestation of bitten lips, drawing sweat, the ripping into the clothes! The presence of the driver, the exotic voyeur peeping unless a watering delight, the stopping on the cab, he picks me up with his strength arms, a giggle or two uproar behind passion kissing, we open the door and without locking it or closing it. We made our way to the bathroom.
He toss me onto the bed, I coyly moves my hand to the bulge in his jeans. MOANS! I grab his neck closer for sex. Soaking, reaches in, sliding my fingers through his hair. I felt the twittering came from his lips. Then he snatched my hand from him. Throw her arms about his neck. Pressed a sudden drenched chick against his face, I started licking and nibbling on his fingers like ice cream. He must have felt a rush of anxiety from within once the one of his favorite erotic fantasy was so near to coming true. I had an oral fixation with his fingers and knew what I was doing. He began to blush in front of me. I extended my legs for his needs and thrust his round arms behind mine for support. My head tilted back and eye closed. He kissed my neck slowly, lingering over every inch. The tongue is a lunging trashing serpent ready for a strike. He touches the silken skin of my neck and sweet bulge of the collarbone. I felt a spatter of something wet and rocking splashed onto my cheek. He took off my overcoat, and tossed it across the room with no care. The animal instinct kick in for him, he dives onto my chest, ripping the buttons of my blouse. He opens it, revealing my breast. He rubs my nipples, its peaks, he lean down, enjoying it. The sucking sounds, the feeling was mother like. He backs up I arched toward him, craving more of the wet delicious friction. I lift the shirt from his chest, and tossed it, showing my animal instinct, biting into his skin, rubbing my hands on his chest. I took off my heels, and my feet rub against the male nipples. I lay down, putting my hands down my dress, stroking it, wet, moaning, pussy lips ready. The instant his tongue goose-bumped skin, melted into his arms. He kisses luscious thighs and nuzzles on it. I can’t wait any longer, pulling down my panties, he went down. The pussy was warm and salty. It was like the ocean. An ocean sharp taste, further inside a tiny tongue. It made me GIGGLE. I could feel it trembling, fluttering up against us. I went to him, zipped down the pants, and pull what God gives him. I was wired, I gave him a blowjob, while my jaw hurt, it’s felt right, it made him happy. I have to do something, after that display of licks earlier. I pulled him over me and with a gradual deliberate movement he entered me. MOAN of pleasure grew huskier with each other. Hands clenched the sheets in my fists as the waves of pleasure coursed throughout the body. Hear sounds of crazed, intense fucking. The climax of the day, ends well, it’s wasn’t me jumping from the Empire State Building. but the release of love. Then it was DARK
I woke up to find my designer sheets and comforter covers the nude, shapely body of my own drop dead gorgeous husband lying there sleeping. After screwing the place is totally disheveled and knock down mess. I walk naked to the bathroom, looking at the mirror. I can wish everything about the sex was perfect, the truth was; it wasn’t a show, it wasn’t an act. I can’t lie anymore, everything was real. Something in me, change that night, life like sex, is never perfect. Acting as if life was perfect, is just a lie. What are with these dangerous displays of lunacy from me? It wasn’t lust! I think I am crazy in love… and thank goodness, it was real.
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ACT II: To Love & Lust in '45 (Short erotic story)
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Posted:Aug 22, 2014 9:23 pm
Last Updated:Apr 25, 2024 1:45 am
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Showtime!!!!! Walk on the bright stage, sing, and dance. Look pretty for the returning GIs. Three eyes pointing at me, two on the face; one in the pants!!! The sing and dance number over, than them for coming out. The host come onto the stage with the quote ‘Once again, that Miss---'. I walk toward him, interrupting with a saying of my own “Mrs.” “My husband is in the crowd, and return from Guam, I have to say I love you, Hun”. Applause and cheers follows, with a few wolfish calls. Walking off the stage, back into my darken dressing room. Closed the door, locked it. Back with myself, I change my skin, the showgirl into the normal house wife. Went back to the mirror, appears that somebody left a note, and roses for the lusty dancer. Open the card, reads “I’m sorry I miss your show, hope to make it up to you, one day’. I closed it, tears run down, ruining the make up. My nightmare came true. He didn’t bother to come. Hiding my face with cosmetic, couldn’t hide the truth, that an actress will act. Nobody care, that I was no longer, running around with men, and became a one woman show. In the audience’s mind, my brave moment with the host; was an act. No way, can a cabaret girl be belongs to only for one man. I tossed the roses into the trash. How foolish was I to think I can change??? I put on my coat, and walk out of the door. The rain pours outside, and for the first time in my own life, dampened was I. Raindrops dropping like bullets, piercing my soft skin, mixing with the tears that ran down. I waited for a cab. Hidden in a thick overcoat, the men in the crowd hardly notice that within their presence was the sunshine girl of the show. Maybe I should reveal myself to them, and take one home for a pity-fuck, but my lustful days can never come back alive. Broken, wet and alone, I knew what my husband felt like in the islands of the pacific. Serve me right, my punishment for four years of sinful lying. To reveal myself to those young soldiers, would show them an old woman whom body’s young, but mindset tired. No passion, just a lifeless corpse to fuck. If people will continue to think of me as an act, I show them a show with an ending so twisted. The wine has suite to prevent me of the climaxing end of what can be call a Shakespeare’s tragedy. Ending this show, would free me of the guilt of my short comings. This actress will have her Oscar moment, when I jump from the tallest building of New York City and hit the sidewalk with impact. Once dead, they will love me more. Thinking of it, scares me, I wish I had a bottle of white Montrachet or red Clos Vougeot so I can easily forever about it. My hot front mouth dry, my cold front body cold, I’m a storm ready to happen. The rain clouds appears to come; its just need a victim. Then it happen, I felt no more raindrops upon my head. Looking up, reveals a black covering, an umbrella, a umbrella for me?
I turned to my side; there stood a figure in black. Death hasn’t arrived to take me home, it was my husband. He didn’t have a melancholy eyes & sporting a frown. He smile and grin. Was he happy that I’m miserable??? Mixed Emotions, happy to see him here, but sick to know that he never saw how much I love him. In his manly voice, he says, “I heard what you did on, stage, very brave of you, to do”. It seems like a great distracted was taken away from me. My husband love me again, he knew that I have sacrifice myself for him! I have turn down, lust. I have embrace life with him! Like a marine, we call for arms, but rather weapons being exchange, hugs & kisses. It was real love, honest love. The cab came and knowing myself well, I couldn't wait to get home. That is the honest truth
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To Love and Lust in ‘45 (erotic short story, that I wrote) ACT I
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Posted:Aug 22, 2014 9:21 pm
Last Updated:Apr 25, 2024 1:45 am
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What are with these dangerous displays of lunacy from me? Crazy for lust, driven by something I once had. My little ‘toy’ has returned home. What stood in front of me, was once a great man. He once had a gentleman’s grace, a scholar’s wit, and a soldier’s strength. The years of endless lose and battles has turned the young boy that went to war, into an old man. His grief has sprung from unrequited love. I haven’t slept with him since before the war. The spark of our love, die in the water in ‘41, flowing with those he lost on those far off beaches. The cloud that hovers over him, played with his heart, thus using him when feeling moist. Foolish dampened; what left of what was once innocence feeling of friendship, partnership, and replace it for battleships. Took a sailor’s lust, and ripped a marine’s heart. I’d broken down somebody, with more impact than any bombs or mortal attack. The few, the proud, would die so easily from a heartless woman. No weapon from those hearts of the Rising Sun can do much damage, as I had done. While he was off fighting for freedom in some far off island; somewhere, I fought of opening the sailor’s pants. Lunacy acts!!
When did lust begin, to be friends of war’s great tragedy? The toy I once enjoyed; grew up, smarter, and wiser. The fun was over. Telling him about it, ruin what left of my world. I killed a marine without a knife or gun, today. All I needed was my lecherousness. It’s was 1945, it was my job to turn back the hands of time. As far as I’m concerned, the ends justify the means. This war took so much for me; I WILL NOT let it take my husband. Ruins will be damn, take me back, my loyal Marine! The flag waves here, on these mountains too. His salvation from four years of pantomime actions from me: you liberation me of my darkness. Please show me capacity for sympathy.
This stage haunted me like ghosts. I speak upon the audience, expressing my guilt, wishing for pity, wishing for forgiveness. Whose, who watch, thinks it’s an act, a play, an actor faking emotion. Looking into the crowd, I see my parents, my friends; my peers, the ghosts of the men that got lust, than love. Those whom are dead or not yet dead stare with cold daring eyes. Asking to cease to feel resentment, knowing no roses will be placed on the stage, no cheers or applause will come. The only roses they’ll deliver, when my name isn’t on the marquee, but on my tombstone. I wake up from my nightmare, lying in my dressing room couch, stood up and down another drink from a glass wine bottle. Walk onto the mirror, seeing the face of beauty, eyeing the mouth and lips. How many men have I kiss? How many lies spill out from this mouth? For once in this life, it closed. Gathering myself, puff the face with make-up. What ironic, putting something on your face, to hide the lies, so you can make up to your husband. The reasons for the word ‘make up’ suited it well. Grin, young girl, the show must go on, please those who came to see you. The stage hand comes, ‘two minutes until show time, Miss”. Two minutes, a good enough of time for one last smoke, I light the cigarette. Blow out the toxic as a lack ditch effort to stop the poison that became me. Ashtray butts snuff the cigarette out. Was I just blowing smoke, or telling the truth? The show will tell. Showtime!
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10 tips about about committed relationships. might help, might not
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Posted:Aug 22, 2014 3:51 pm
Last Updated:Sep 3, 2014 3:12 pm
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1. Listen carefully to each other
2. choose your battles, u don't have to win, all the arguments.
3. Apologize if necessary
4. boredom happens. keep relationship healthy & spontaneous, time after time.
5. keep honest, open communication
6. Have tons of sex
7. keep it stress free and light.
8. respect each others.
9. Do not allow abuse to enter it.
10. Adjust your expectations. Learn to take a few disappointment.
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Does distance end relationships?
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Posted:Aug 17, 2014 11:12 pm
Last Updated:Aug 22, 2014 3:51 pm
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Yes, it's does. The farer the person is. The harder, the relationship will work. While, the birth of the internet, makes it a lot easier to connect with our love-ones. It's still, isn't the same, as stay in touch. You might be driven to go far out of your way to get to somebody, but sooner or later, you find yourself, circle in, with people close by. Me, personally, I prefer to date someone local so hanging out after work, dinners, walks etc. are just much easier without having to drive 3hrs just to hangout. Some people are content with just online relationships, or chatting on the phone. Some can only see each other during holidays because they live across the nation. I guess it depends on how much you love that person. The closer the better, honestly. If you really like someone, you should make an effort to move in, because eventually, the travelling will gets tiring as well.
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