I have a quest now..to be Ichiban...in you and in them.
I cry out for comfort in the wake of you...the pain, the wanting...the thoughts.
I feel like flotsam...with the cold winds battering me harder as I drift away from the wreckage of you..
you are my Grok...you are my world..I am you..there are no thoughts or feelings to change or add to that...
you became me with hello.......
I became you with good bye...
I need to be again...under the clouds of piercing sparks of flashbacks....to begin my words...to be again...Ichiban

Do I lead you to the brink of lust..to feel the power of passion...to want a desire deep within you? Have I led you here to taunt you with my ways? I tell you...I love you..I lust you...make love to me..come to me...take me..meet me..I will be there...do you want me now? I want to feel you in me, on me, in my mind..heart..soul...memory...tears...screams..do I make you feel power over your mind? Do I cloud your thoughts daily? What have I done to you? Do you want to know? Or is the mystery better unknown?

I have been reading about history in recent blogs that has brought me to a thought...yes..there really is the posibility in this blond mind of mine.....
I was told of a story that made me think of youthful experiences. Now dont presume this is about me..I listen to people all day long telling me stories..this one I heard yesterday and I could not get over the thought....
A man in his 50's sat on a park bench and told me of his 100 second sex act he had when he was 11...now you are thinking the same thing I was...."HUH????"
He was a big man on campus...well elementary school playgrounds for that matter...and he wanted to be impressive..so when a girl pissed him off one day..he yelled to her, "Fuck you!"
She in turn looked at him and said, "OKAY"....
He was strangly excited by this for some unknown reason but agreed to meet after school and plan the "fuck you" session that was to be. The met on a mountain under a tree. She had on a dress and him dressed in jeans. Neither knew what to do so she told him, "I will let you do it till I count to 100, and then we are done."
Him being satisfied that that was enough...began..
Her up against a tree because she did not want to do it other ways..she wanted to stand..him with his little wee wee between her legs..not inside..as if he could tell the difference..and moving back and forth..her with her dress up over her arms..panties down..counting to 100...1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9.........100....she announces..."Okay..done..."
He walked back..pulled up his pants and underwear, her pulling up panties and down goes dress again...
the walked back to their homes..happy that they 'did the deed' and never talked of it again...
then..30 years later they met again by accident...looking at each other and remembering that moment...laughed it off..childhood memories...aren't they grand??!!
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9......100!!!!!!!

MMMmm creative in your love sessions....wanting in your ways....you lead me to your hideaway and I strip and lay...upon the hay as you hover over me...smiling as you have thought you won.......but alas.......you awake from your dream that you keep having night after night...awaiting your perfect lover..not in looks but in more passion..the most extreme adult passion you could feel..you are no longer a child..you don't want rushed drunken sex...you want to touch and to feel..to be touched and wanted...I stare at your every part..I run my fingers over you as I look at you with my hands..my hands are my eyes..I am searching you like I am blind and must learn you in ways of the most perfect sense...I close my eyes as you are wanting me..to touch me that same and equal way...I look at your mouth..your lips...the hair around it..the soft gray strands make you a man..the lips become mine..touch......a tingle goes through me..My eyes roll up under my closed lids.....my arms slide up over your shoulders and around your neck..my hands run around the base of your neck.I feel your hair touching my fingers..more sensations..my knees are getting weak. Your tongue goes in my mouth..I open mine as a welcome to your desires...we touch tip to tip of our tongues....mmmm..Ohhhh I moan inside as I start to arch towards you with my breasts. I kiss your neck..soft tender kisses..You flinch away..afraid that I may get carried away....aahh my dear lover....I know what is at stake...I will not harm either side..for I want more and more..How could I let this end now that I am holding you in my arms..making you feel more the man and less the male unit....close your eyes and feel my touch..then open them and see me looking into your eyes....the flecks of green sparking your desires as my blue ones are to you...you see the 30 seconds of time has passed..you want me and you know I want you.......I lay upon your chest...holding you..massaging your back from your long days that you work day after day..my lover will not go one more day without knowing the feeling of being wanted...I will make you know that what you do is important and the sacrifice you make will be rewarded with extreme pampering...you will be in my control...you will know what it is to be wanted...I awake now..I too having a dream..who are you?

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