SHOW THEM TO ME...

This video has been around the block a few times.  You can see it's not recent based on the stars and their ages now!

Lyrics and song by Rodney Carrington.....

NAME THE STARS IN THIS ONE!

YOUR HANDS.....

Your hands…..
Open the door for me when I arrive
Close around mine possessively, making me smile
Lift my chin when you kiss me
Grip my shoulders and give me strength
Lift me onto your desk
Unbutton your shirt as I watch
Slip the straps of my sundress off my shoulders
Tug the fabric and slide it down my body
Send shivers thru me with each touch
Spread my thighs apart as your breath washes over me
Hold me….. like this, as I smile down into your eyes

Inhale….. smell what your hands do to me……..

THE SOUL AFRAID OF DYING...

THE BEST DUET EVER!

L.U.S.T.

Living in the light.... where the stars are shining bright... only the sweetness of your love keeps me alive...

Our love has a guarantee... to live for eternity...

Only the sweetness of your love..... only the sweetness of you love....only the sweetness of your love keeps me alive....

COME TO ME....

I WALK IN THE NIGHT....

The grandfather clock chimes 3:00 a.m.  I never intended to sleep.  Tonight is the night.  I walk through the house … silence all around me….

I carefully open the door and I walk out onto the deck…..

The night sky is dark with just a sliver of silver moon sparkling on the water… I stand on the deck, inhaling the air – the smell of salt filling my lungs….. I walk slowly down the steps, careful in the darkness ….

I walk through the yard out to the water’s edge, my thin gown glued to my legs by the night breeze.  The grass feels so cool on my bare feet. 

His boat is docked straight in front of my pier, about 50 yards away….. I walk out on the pier in the darkness, because I’m familiar with each board… each step.  I know it’s him…. he said he would be here.  He’s waiting for me. 

There’s a light on the top of the mast – nautical regs for docked watercraft in navigable waters such as the Intracoastal Waterway.  I look at the reflection of the light on the water….. funny how it makes a sparkly line that leads right to my feet.

The boat is dark…. eerie…. is he in there?  Is he sleeping?  Is he looking out towards the shore? We haven’t spoken in two days.  

The wind is whipping my nightgown around my ankles and suddenly there’s a chill in the air.  The dark sky isn’t dark… a million stars are shining down on me – lighting my way? …. What way?  I walk back and forth, trying to find an answer to the question….. what is the price of happiness?

Do I walk…. walk off the end of the pier and into the water…. swim to him, the love of my life?

Or do I turn and walk back to shore…. never to touch his face or feel his arms around me?

Morning is here.......

I now ……. walk alone....

THE NIGHT....

I walk thru the house, checking the doors and making sure everything is locked up. Flipping off the lights……… making one final round before heading to my room. It’s been a hot, sultry day and though I showered when I got home from work, I think to myself, another quick shower will help you relax and sleep…. So into the bathroom, set the water at tepid, and slip off my shorts and T-shirt and into the shower. The shower was built for two…….. 8 heads on the walls and two overhead….. but in the interest of conservation I only turn on 5 at one end. As I stand with the water beating on my, I realize that I’ve never shared this shower with another person. How I would love to…… so erotic. *stop this* A quick lather and rinse and I’m done…. I hop out and dry the ends of my hair and pat my body dry. 

As I’m about to leave the bathroom, I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror, and I stop for a moment to evaluate. Woman, you just hit the big 3-0…. and you’re holding up ok. No lines on your face, except for a few laugh lines…. breasts still full and perky… 34C…. nothing to write home about but…. not terrible. Turning sideways I look at my flat tummy….. nice…. The swimming helps.  My mound is rounded and in profile it looks slightly full. Just a hint of soft blond hair remains after the laser treatments my friends and I all HAD to have in college! My butt is still firm and nicely round… and turning back to look at the full view, my 25” waist still gives me a nice enough shape. Not too shabby for an old lady! Most of my 6’1" frame is legs….. Longer than average with slim ankles, and not terribly muscular in spite of all the swimming I continue to do. OK – geez – enough! Go to bed!

I pick up my T-shirt and head back into my dark room, and I drop the shirt on the floor by the bed, open the curtains, and slip between the cool sheets. As I lay there in the country quiet, the room is lit by an occasional flash of sheet lightning and I can see the slowly rotating ceiling fan above me. For some reason I’m restless tonight and I flop from one side to my back and to my other side, trying to get comfortable. Finally I fluff up my pile of pillows and lean against them in the darkness, clenching and unclenching my hands in frustration. I have court tomorrow…. I need to SLEEP! My mind begins to wander, soon followed by my hands. I bring both my hands to my tummy and begin very lightly brushing my long fingernails over my skin, letting my hands ride up to just beneath my breasts, and then slowly back down to my lower tummy. The feeling is so soothing so I continue slowly tickling myself. It isn’t long before I realize that I’m becoming aroused and I feel my face flush, embarrassed at the stirrings I’m starting to feel. What is WRONG with me! I close my eyes and try to push the feelings away, but my hands have a mind of their own, and as I lay there your face comes into focus and I smile as I remember how you like to see me touching myself.

My hands slide up to my nipples, which are already hard and responsive. I close my thumbs and forefingers around each one and gently pinch, and then roll them…. gradually increasing the pressure until a tiny moan escapes my lips as I lean my head back into the pillows. I picture you sitting on the bed beside me, whispering to me, encouraging me…. watching me, and perhaps touch yourself in the dark. ‘Squeeze your nipples, Baby… make them feel good, darlin’. I twist them just a little, giving them a gentle tug as I do. I imagine YOUR hands on my breasts, caressing and pinching them. In my mind I feel your hands on me and there is a sudden wave of wetness that washes over me. My breathing has gotten faster and more shallow as I become even more aroused.

Another flash of lightning, closer now, as I slowly slide my hands down my tummy to my mound. That first touch makes me inhale sharply, and in that moment I can smell you near me… the scent of your skin so distinctive…. I let my right hand drift down, over my mound to my tender lips, tracing them up and down, up….down.

My breathing increases as I become more excited. I move my left hand now and with two fingers, I spread my pussy – exposing the moistness of my inner lips and my clit. Without looking, I know my clit has begun to swell, because it’s throbbing uncontrollably. Using two fingers, I gently press the hood back, exposing my clit totally to the machinations of my right hand. The tip is so sensitive that if I touch it I’m sure to cum. But… it feels so good I want to prolong the pleasure as long as possible. I begin rubbing it with my thumb as I slide my middle finger into my wet pussy. As I flick my finger in and out, the wet sound seems to fill the room and in my mind, I see you watching, listening, and smiling. With my thumb, I rub my clit in tight circles, then side to side, then up and down while I curl my middle finger back against the roof of my pussy, pressing in deeply, searching for my G-spot. My finger slides deeper along my moist slick pussy walls and then suddenly, the texture changes and I feel a roughness that causes me to inhale sharply. I hear you whisper ‘there, darling….. did you find it?’ and my moans tell you the answer.

I begin massaging ever so lightly in tiny circles, and sliding my finger in and out. I close my eyes tight and picture you teasing me with your cock, as you so much love to do before letting me have my release. I feel you moving in and out, in…. out…. touching me there with each gentle thrust. Then you withdraw and slide your cock up and down my slit before pushing back inside me again. My left hand slides back up my body to my breasts, and I rub my palm against my hard nipples, and I feel my muscles clamping on my finger. I slide two fingers inside me now…….. and the clamping increases. And another flash of lightning tells me the storm is nearing.

I imagine your hands on my breasts, pinching and twisting them as you love to do before allowing me to enjoy my orgasm. And I feel your cock teasing me and I can almost see your impish smile because you know exactly what this is doing to me. I feel you sliding your cock in me, filling me, touching my soul….. yet you sit smiling, silent, instructing me on how to please us both. My thumb is working faster and faster on my clit, making it swell to the bursting point and I can feel my orgasm building…… I’m so close, so close my darling….. another flash of lightning and a loud moan as I plunge my fingers deep……….

I straighten my legs and arch my back, my breathing fast and shallow…. You are riding me, filling me deeper with each stroke….. I press my clit against your shaft with my thumb…… and thrust my hips up to meet you…….. you lean forward and take my right nipple in your teeth and when you bite down, a loud moan fills the room……and at that moment my orgasm begins…my body tenses and I scream your name as you thrust harder into me, touching my very core……….. I feel you explode, filling me with your fire as my cum washes over you……….another flash of lightning and a clap of thunder drowns out my moans as my release is complete.

I open my eyes to look at you and as I smile, another flash of lightning illuminates my empty room……. Slowly, I roll over on my side, my head on my pillow, and my right hand by my face…. I breathe in deeply and think……… ah, my darling, you WERE here …… this is not just MY scent on my fingers… and I drift off to sleep…..

I WILL BE THE ONE...

NO WORDS....

I reached for your hand just as you were reaching for mine.... and I knew in that moment that I had been reaching for you all my life.

I love you with an all-consuming passion that takes my breath away.  You are the first thing I think about in the morning before I open my eyes..... I breathe in, filling my lungs with you.

You are all around me as I go through each day.  And each night, as I drift off to sleep, I feel your skin against mine and I can't tell where I end and you begin.

My heart races at the sound of your voice....at the joy in your laughter.  You are my life, my love.  You are the other half of me... you complete me.... you hold my heart and soul in your hands.

X


In our world, there is only two of us.  Perfect.... serene.... filled with joy and happiness.

..... and then there is reality... I cannot be what you need, and that is killing me.

The hardest thing about loving you is knowing that I have to let you go.

I will always love you.... today, tomorrow, and until I breathe my last.... because you ARE the love of my life.  Good-bye, my love.... and my lover.

May God always keep you safe and may He bring you back to me, in eternity....

Your rose...... and my tears....

HOMECOMING

The ramp was new, built by neighbors while he was in the hospital. Oh, God! What would she have done without them and their generosity? As she helped him out of the van and onto the driveway, he looked around as if seeing their home for the first time and she could read his thoughts. She started to push the chair and he waved her away, mostly a pride thing, she knew, needing to know if he could do it for himself. She stepped aside, her heart aching as he struggled to navigate each agonizing inch. She knew he was trying to make it look like it didn’t hurt, but she also knew the pain must be excruciating. 

The fall from the scaffolding had been weeks ago, and she thanked God every day that he had survived. And he cursed the same God for not taking him. Now, after weeks of rehab, he was home, his lower body forever useless – a bitter pill for this athletic man. He allowed her to hold the door open while he struggled over the threshold and into the house.

Assuming a chipper attitude she didn’t feel, she said she would put his things away and meet him in the kitchen so she could prepare dinner. And before he could ask, she said that the kids were staying with her folks for a few days. She almost ran to the back of the house, where the contractor had only yesterday finished remodeling the den into a new master bedroom. The adjacent bathroom, a new addition with a wide door and a walk-in shower, was still not finished but useable. The contractor had worked non-stop on that. She peeked in and looked at herself in the mirror and quickly grabbed her hairbrush from her ‘box’ of personal items and ran it thru her hair. She looked around the two rooms and smiled….. this would do very nicely, and she prayed he would be pleased.

Back in the kitchen, he was sitting by the French doors, looking out at the glimmering pool in the back yard. He loved the pool, loved to swim laps. His hard, tanned body was a testament to his physical lifestyle. He wasn’t like most engineers…. when he was on a job, he was ON a job. She read his thoughts and turned away, quickly grabbing dishes and setting the table. The doctor had recommended light fare for the first few days so tonight was a shrimp salad (prepared that morning) and rolls, and strawberry sorbet for dessert. Only took a few minutes before dinner was served and they sat together in an uncomfortable and unusual silence and ate. While she cleaned up the kitchen, he went out on the porch to enjoy the sunset, and she made two cups of decaf, and carried them out. She gasped audibly as her hands shook as she passed him the cup, and his quick look into her eyes made her weak with fear. ‘Keep it normal’, the doctors had said. Dear God! How?

The rest of the evening went by slowly. He retired to his study to look over the pile of correspondence on his desk, much of which was cards from friends and colleagues. She bustled about doing laundry, carrying out the trash. When she stuck her head in the study to tell him she was going to call the kids to say goodnight, she paused, hoping for……. what? He smiled and said ‘give them my love’, and turned back to his desk. Smiling, she walked away, fighting hard to hold back the tears.

It wasn’t long before the activity of the day had taken its toll on both of them, and he said he thought he would head for bed. She let him go into the room alone, thinking it best for him to jump that hurdle alone, though he knew she had been having the work done. He entered the room and stopped, taking it all in, and then he raised his head towards the ceiling and she knew in her heart that he was thinking of their old room upstairs – their haven for so many years, and thinking he would never see it again. Well damnit, she thought. We have a new one now! And she felt her heart fill with resolution to make it happen. After a little while, she joined him in the room, and with joviality she didn’t feel, asked him what he thought. He was lying in the bed, propped up on a pile of pillows. He smiled for the first time and said, ‘it has the feeling of a motel room….. a strangeness I’ll have to get used to. But remember how we always loved staying in a motel? Made you ‘naughty’, and her heart raced. She smiled and sat on the edge of the bed, slowly undressing as he watched. He had the sheet pulled up over his waist and she had no idea what he was wearing, if anything. He had always slept in the nude…. they both had….. so she wasn’t sure what to do. Then, after a moment’s hesitation, she remembered the doctor’s words ‘NORMAL’…. And she slipped in beside him, naked.

He lay there, staring at the ceiling. She lay there, watching him.
And then, realizing that the rest of her life might depended on what she did next, she slowly slid across the sheets to him and leaned in and kissed him…. tentatively at first, until he began to respond, and then hungrily. Oh God, she prayed, help me help him. And she laid her head on his chest, listening to his heart race, and feeling her own racing with it. Turning slightly against his side, she smiled into his eyes and screamed silently ‘I love you!’ as she began kissing his throat. She felt his hands on her shoulders and her heart stopped, knowing he was about to push her away. But instead, he gently began lightly caressing her back, his strong hands touching her as only he knew how. She smiled inwardly and continued kissing him, slowly kissing down his chest, stopping at his nipple to take it in her teeth and press…… then kissing across his chest and repeating on his other nipple. Then she rose to her knees, knelt beside him on the bed, and slowly pulled back the sheet. Smiling, she looked in his eyes, and spoke silently to his soul with her smile… ‘we will be fine’.

His look showed his surprise at his state of semi-arousal, and he leaned back and closed his eyes. She flipped the sheet back and very carefully lifted each leg, moving them just far enough apart for her to kneel between them. She slid her hands up his torso to his shoulders, gripped him tightly for a second, sinking her fingernails into his muscled flesh and she buried her face in his groin. His sharp intake of breath told her what the doctors had hinted at and she said a silent prayer of thanks. And then, like that first time years ago, she took her man on a trip to the edge of heaven, using her mouth as skillfully as a brain surgeon wields a scalpel. Her hands flat on his chest, feeling his racing heart, told her all she needed to know, and later, as she drank from him like a thirsty baby, his moans and his smile reassured her that indeed, they could both survive anything.

THE LAST TIME I FELT LIKE THIS....

From the old movie 'Same Time, Next Year'..... one of my all-time favorites.