I posted a trailer I found of Spider-Man 3 on my Comic Book Geeks 101 at thanosoftitan.blogstream.com

She waited for her. The anticipation grew in her stomach, until it was a vibrating throbbing. Like the excitement one gets in anticipation of a treasured moment. She had not felt this on a long time. A pure kind of feeling. Not a carnal one, although there was that, but she tried to keep her collected.

She stared at the door. Wanting so bad for it to open, but the nervous feelings that she had crossed her excitement. It created what she felt right now the feared anticipation of something most desired, but yet not experienced. Almost like the feeling in the pit of your stomach at the excitement of getting away with something you shouldn't be doing. But this was different. They were in love and there was nothing wrong with that. Nothing at all.

It was just the thought of a woman's touch in a sexual context. It was fervently exciting. Deliciously deviant. Ahh but she loved it. She wanted it. But what is she didn't know what to do? What if she didn't do something right? This wasn't no man. This was different. A woman needs to be touched in ways a man doesn't and sometimes do not know how to. But I am a woman! I will just do to her what I like to feel. That could work. Right?

There was the creak of the door. She looked up from the bed. And there she stood. The rate of her heart increased as her partner slowly walked toward the bed. Her arms swayed slightly by her sides. Her body was beautiful. There were so many curves that she almost got lost looking at them, until she realized that she had gotten to the edge of the bed.

Her partner looked at her. She could fell her nervousness. She could see her hands trembling with pleasurable excitement. Her partner leaned over her, grasping her hands in hers. She started to lay down over her, laying her hands above her head and against the soft bed sheets. Her body came so close to hers, that their stomachs and chest laid against each others.

She whispered: "It's alright. I have you Ava."

But Ava continued to tremble. It was just the whole experience there was nothing like this that she had felt ever before. It was new, and it was scary.

Ava's partner, leaned closer to her. Her hair fell slightly to Ava's face. She could feel the soft flutter of her hair strands tickling her face. But it was exciting and sensual. Ava's partner leaned in to kiss her. Not the horny slobber of a man's kiss, laced with the smell and taste of cheap alcohol. It was the tender kiss of an angel. A kiss that brought new feeling to her body. The kind that did things that a man never had. She returned the kiss, although slightly more excited, more erotic. The feeling from her lips traveled down her body, exciting everything all the way down. All the way to the tingle in the tips of her toes.

Ava whispers softly: "Is this . . . okay, Eve?"

She returned her answer, by kissing her on the neck. Tingle spots ran all over Ava. It was so new! Exciting! Eve continued caressing Ava's neck with her lips. The soft warm of them about drove Ava to insanity. There was something about the touch of a woman that was so different from a man. Something that she now knew was something that she never wanted to let go of. It was to calm and serene.

They came together like milk and chocolate syrup. The perfect combination, each complimenting the other, until they were stirred into one. And to drink of that nectar would be something that no man or woman would ever be able to give up. To see it alone is a feeling worth a thousand words. And the words here might never be able to justify the sight that is here and now.

There is something about the beauty of two women's bodies together. Not just in the carnal sense, but in the emotional power that a woman has. And two see two of them expressing those emotions physically is beyond words. The excitement that it brings out is to be experienced and cherished.

So they laid there next to each other. Their bodies intertwined like to pretzel caught in a whirlwind. Holding each other, and kissing each other. With no part of either of their bodies off-limits. Until they finally had become satisfied that they had pleased each other, with the happiness that was theirs, and theirs alone.

Wow! Damn I wished I was there!

May U Live 2 See The Dawn

"Richard, whose your favorite Little Rascal? Alfalfa? Or is it Spanky? Sinner!"

 

Remember those Mentos commericals?????

 

May U Live 2 See The Dawn

 

"Mentos, the freshmaker."

Why must I hide for you?

Is there something that you fear will happen if I am in public eye? Do you brew jealousy deep with inside you? Why is it if another man sees me, you become hot with rage? But if I see you with your eyes on the body of another woman, I must sit silently? We had an understanding when we were in love. It was the understand that we would forever be true to each other. That we would never throw away what we have for the lust of covetousness. Are you afraid of another man's attraction to me? Or is it your own insecurities?

Why must I be beautiful for only you?

Is it that I must only display my beauty for you? As some kind of trophy for you to show to your friends? Look but don't touch. Isn't my trophy shiny and pure. Hey I said DONT TOUCH! But you still wish to flaunt me like a Porsche, but will not give into the fact that the lust of your friends eats you up inside. So why do you do it? You wish to brag, but then are angry at the results. Am I never in the equation? What I feel about myself and my image. But that doesn't matter, does it? Only yours. I often wonder how you view me. Am I nothing more than a possession.

Why do you shun me?

Is it that you are afraid of what you feel inside? Is that you if you give into your emotions that you are not in control? Is that why you loose control in the emptiness of a bottle? When your hot drunken breath beats upon my body, as you callously take your pleasure from me. Is that you do not want to share, or that you are afraid to share? Why do you shun me? Why is it that there is never mention of my name? I saw you as you approached her, claiming that it was purely secular. Although I could see you reaching into her blouse with you clammy hands as she spoke to you. And you think that I don't see that? Why do you shun me? Did you ever really love me, or was it the size of my bra?

Why do you hate me?

I try my best I really do. I want to do nothing but please you. But there must be something for me. I do not know how long that I can keep giving and giving. And you taking and taking. I don't wonder if you ever did love me. You say it, but I don't know if I can believe it. There is a blackness behind your pupils. A blackness that I no longer understand, or recognize. Why do you hate me? What did I do to deserve this?

I know . . .

Just being me . . .

May U Live 2 See The Dawn

"I know you trust me, but you don't love me anymore."

A woman's beauty is a treasure
A bounty beyond our appreciation
Something to be fondled
Something to be cherished

A beauty beyond reason
Where lust and love meet

Where there is no room for reason
No room for logic

Where lust takes over reason

And there is nothing left but the carnal
Where you realize that you are not in control
And you embrace it

Embrace it and cherish it
Love it with all the lust that your body can muster

That is the definition of love
That is the definition of lust
One in the same


May U Live 2 See The Dawn

"When 2 are in love
Their bodies shiver at the mere contemplation of penetration
(Let alone the act) Let alone the actual act"