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May 21, 2005
Time for something different.
This is a transcript from a conversation with a.... uh.... A very good friend of mine, from a couple of weeks ago. Pretty much everyone reading this will know who I'm talking about instantly. Enjoy.
Trixie: ...hi....
Buck: .....hi...... looks kinda hot in print for some reason.
Trixie: can you see the feet in little mary janes twisting nervously?
Trixie: --that wasn't a very good description
Buck: looked ok to me
Buck: keep going
Trixie: the fingers laced together making a fist in front of her,
arms crossing over each other, interweaving,
Trixie: or maybe she's chewing on the end of one pigtail nervously
Buck: Yes? is there something you would like?
Trixie: ...n...no...
Trixie: I just thought...uh...
Buck: what were you thinking?
Trixie: I'm all embarassed now
Buck: Have you been a bad little girl?
Trixie: no! I'm very good!...mostly.
Trixie: ...um, I guess it was sorta bad,
Trixie: what I did the other day.
Buck: oh??
Trixie: I was taking a shower after gym class
Trixie: in the girls locker room
Trixie: and Christina was showering at the same time
Buck: mmhmm
Trixie: and she seemed to be taking a long time to wash herself...you
know...down there
Buck: I see.
Trixie: her eyes were closed--I don't think she even realized what
she was doing and that I was watching
Trixie: and somehow watching her gave me this funny feeling down
there--like it was all warm, and it needed to be touched
Trixie: so I started pretending to wash myself there too
Trixie: but I couldn't take my eyes off Christina
Trixie: and somehow my breasts started feeling heavy and warm too
Trixie: so I started stroking and massaging them
Trixie: and I guess I must have made a little noise--a gasp or something
Trixie: because she finally opened her eyes and froze, and I could
see that she had a finger right up inside herself
Trixie: I froze too, hoping at first that she'd think I was really
just washing myself still but then it just felt so good, and maybe I
wanted her to know how good it felt, so I kept on looking at her as I
started squeezing my breasts again
Trixie: and something in her eyes softened and a little moan escaped her
Buck: You bad little girl. What did she do then?
Trixie: well, we kept on looking each other in the eyes as we stroked
ourselves. She was doing something that must have felt really good,
because her breath started coming in these little pants and I could
see her fingernails, on the hand that wasn't busy between her legs,
leaving red marks on her thigh and at last she threw her head back and
started whispering "oh my god" and trembling all over, and I could
tell that it was only because she was so scared of someone hearing her
that she wasn't screaming
Trixie: and I asked her, "what happened? are you okay?"--I was kinda
scared: I wasn't sure if she'd maybe hurt herself or something
Trixie: and she said, "Don't you know?"
Trixie: "Know what?"
Trixie: "I just had an orgasm"
Trixie: "An orgasm? What's that?"
Trixie: "...you really don't know, do you? I guess I'll just have to show you."
Trixie: and she came over to me and kissed me
Buck: mmhmm. and what did you do then?
Trixie: I was still under the shower. Warm water was falling all
around the two of us, making the air feel that much colder, making my
nipples stand up in hard little spikes
Trixie: --at least, I think it must have been the cold air that was
makign them hard
Trixie: I didn't quite know what to do when she started kissing me.
I'd never kissed anyone before, and I thought it was just something
girls and boys did together...and that never much appealed to me. The
boys in our class are rough and grubby and they brag and snicker about
girls who let them kiss them so I thought kissing was humilitating and
gross and a nasty prank that boys play on girls but somehow when her
lips started pressing to mine...they felt like honey would feel if it
were a feeling instead of a taste...so soft, so smooth, so wet with
the water of the shower
Trixie: she was pressing her lips against mine and it felt good, and
then her lips were parting and I could tell she wanted me to open my
mouth to her, so I did,
Trixie: and her tongue started dancing around my lips and even
entering my mouth
Trixie: --was that bad?
Buck: very bad. were your nipples still hard?
Trixie: very hard
Trixie: and just the kissing was making me light-headed, but when she
moved a hand to my breast, I thought I'd pass out
Trixie: I stumbled a bit, and she pushed me up against the wall for
support and I was a little frightened by the predatory look in her eye
Trixie: she looked like she was hungry for me, like she was going to devour me
Trixie: and for a moment I thought about telling her to stop, or
walking away, fighting her off if I had to,
Trixie: but then I knew I didn't want her to stop
Trixie: I wanted her to devour me; I wanted her to posess me.
Trixie: I didn't know what she was going to do, but I knew I wanted
her to do it.
Trixie: so I'm pressed up against the wall, she's still kissing me
and stroking my breast, but a bit more gently now: giving me time to
catch my breath
Trixie: and I'm tasting her tongue in my mouth
Trixie: it tasted like rain
Trixie: and I find my hands twitching with the desire to touch her body
Trixie: I don't know if that's allowed, but finally I do move them to
her slender waist and they settle there like they've finally come home
Trixie: and then they start sliding up her slick torso and touch her breasts
Trixie: they're a bit fuller than mine--I barely have to wear a bra
at all--and the weight of them as they fill my hands makes my mouth
water.
Trixie: I start kissing my way down towards them--down the graceful
curve of her neck, over her collarbone--how did I never notice how
sexy the hollows around a collarbone are? and finally I'm tasting the
lush curve of her breast, sucking her nipple into my mouth
Trixie: and she's gasping and clutching at me
Trixie: and I think that means she likes it so I suck harder
Trixie: I even try biting a little bit. I don't know why I did that.
It's not like I wanted to hurt her, but the flesh of her breast just
tasted so good
Trixie: and my hands won't stop moving over her body
Trixie: I realize that this was what I'd always wanted: another
girl's firm ass to hold
Trixie: to caress
Trixie: to explore
Buck: (put your hands here between my legs while you're telling me
this. Do you feel that hard lump? you're going to find out what that's
for, later)
Trixie: ...um...okay...
Trixie: should I keep talking?
Buck: oh yes. go on
Buck: tell me what you did next
Trixie: Christina gave herself a little shake, like she'd let herself
get sidetracked and was focussing once more on the task at hand
Trixie: and she started kissing me again with renewed fervour
Trixie: (fervour. isn't that a good word? we learned that in english
class just the other day.)
Trixie: and one of her hands went directly to that place between my legs
Trixie: and she started rubbing me there
Trixie: and her finger against me felt so slippery
Trixie: I could tell it wasn't just water that was making me wet down there
Buck: (it is a good word. move your hands up and down like you did on
Christina's ass while you tell me what happenned next. like that. now
go on...)
Trixie: like this? ooh, I just felt something twitch. did I hurt you?
Buck: no, that's alright, tell me about christina.
Trixie: Christina was touching me between my legs and making me want to squirm
Trixie: I'm squirming a littlte just remembering it
Buck: does it make you wet again down there?
Trixie: ...um...yes, it does....
Buck: lift up your skirt so I can see.
Trixie: ...um...o...okay
Buck: that's very good. Tell me, did she touch you here?
Trixie: um, ooh.
Trixie: oh my
Buck: did she move her fingers along you like this, backwards and forwards?
Trixie: ...ooh...
Trixie: yes, that's how she started out
Trixie: kind of
Buck: okay, but she didn't have these panties in the way did she?
Trixie: no
Buck: no.
Trixie: and so it was easy for her to slip a finger inside me
Buck: You have to show me properly, Trixie.
Trixie: do I?
Buck: yes.
Buck: You know what you have to do.
Trixie: okay. I'll take these panties off.
Buck: that's better. Now her finger is sliding on you like this....
Trixie: mmm. this is how she started touching me--her fingers parting
my lips gently and rubbing and making me feel like fields of
butterflies were taking off in my tummy
Buck: and then what did she do?
Trixie: and when her finger had gotten really wet, she started
putting it up inside me
Trixie: and with her thumb she was rubbing something up towards the
front of...of my....
Trixie: and I don't know why, but that felt REALLY good
Buck: was it here?
Trixie: ooh...
Trixie: oh yes
Trixie: and I was pushing against her hand
Trixie: and I felt like I wanted to push harder and harder
Buck: like this? did she rub it like this? in little circles?
Trixie: mmm....yes...at first
Trixie: and then she started rubbing harder as I started pushing
against her harder
Trixie: and then...
Trixie: it was like an explosion inside me and I could feel little
muscles inside me grabbing onto her fingers
Trixie: and I'm sure that if I hadn't already been leaning against
the wall, I would have fallen over.
Trixie: she held me up, put her arms around me until I stopped
shuddering and gasping
Trixie: and it was so sweet to have her breasts pressed against mine,
her cheek leaning against mine, her fingers still buried inside me,
coated in my wetness
Trixie: and I wanted to stay like that forever.
This is the same friend who mailed me a bunch of lunches from across the continent around New Years just as a random act of kindness. I'll never forget it. As friends go, I think about her pretty much every half hour or so. She tends to have that effect on people. You can sorta see why.
Posted by daruma at 11:24 AM | Comments (1)
May 1, 2005
Forms: a study in black and white.
Many apologies to Oscar Wilde for my horrible presumption.
In a dim corner of my room for longer than my fancy thinks
a beautiful and silent sphinx has watched me through the shifting gloom.
Inviolate and immobile she does not rise she does not stir
for silver moons are naught to her and naught to her the suns that reel.
We watch each other; me from the island of my bed, sheets tangled and damp around me as I tremble, she on her own island of darkness, island without boundaries, without world. Her skin glistens slightly, as if with the sheen of arousal. With each intake of breath, the firm mounds of her breasts rise against the night air, dark flowers of her aureoles blossoming into succulent points of flesh that beg to be kissed. Deep in my limbs I feel a hunger, a craving for her flesh, a need to place my yearning mouth over one of those nipples and feel it lengthen against my toungue as I taste her sweat and feel her naked body strain against me.
The slight sheen of arousal highlights her body's curves, and her hands play over the surface of her sex, sample the wetness as it seeps between the lips of her outer labia and coats her slim fingers so that she can feed them to me.
She is always aroused. I ache with need, the blood pooling in my cock as I watch her, the throbbing of my pulse a kind of pendulum marking infinite moments, it's weight an anchor that falls into a dark sea, marking the distance between us, full fathom five as that pale swell guides me.
The pictures are from a series (obviously). I've been thinking a lot about visual Porn lately, and what makes some images compelling over others. This series struck me, and I wanted to share; partly because it is simply beautiful, aside from the eroticism, partly because I have a theory that all good porn suggests a narrative to the viewer, and I wanted to draw a little out of that narrative and see what it might be. This would have been far easier with other pictures in my collection, but I wanted to start here.
"Your eyes are like fantastic moons that shiver in some stagnant lake,
Your tongue is like a scarlet snake That dances to fantastic tunes."
Look at this one for a moment, above. It's almost statuesque, which is what made me think of Wilde and thte Sphinx, it's almost unnatianable beauty of form. I could get up and start to walk across the surface of my bed towards her and never reach the edge, no amount of straining on my part could ever bring me closer to her; she is remote. look again at the thin film of sweat that flushes her skin, more noticeable in this second slide; is is from exertion? lust? The light reflecting from it both turns her into a statue and gives her limbs a kind of quickening, draws the eye into motion. Yet all the most interesting features are where the ligt does not touch. The lower breast lost in shadow like a teardrop, somehow warmer out of the glare. Her hand cradles the curves of her ass, yet if you look closely you can barely make out the soft outer lips between her legs, inviting you into the darker hollows of her thighs, promising the ecstacy of release there.
Closer, and closer, and again closer. This angle is intruiging. It suggests an intimacy between the viewer and the subject that is missing from the other two pictures I have chosen. This is curious when you notice that her face is less visible than ever before.
There is some kind of surface, something like shale, under my feet. I feel it, I know it's lightless colour, I know the mineral smell of it brought to me on the sighing wind, but I do not look down. For some reason I can never look down.
I move towards her, and the ground stretches to accommodate me. At some point the soles of my shoes wear, and thin, and finally are no more; the stones, which are called pain, tear at my feet until they, too, become ribbons, token flesh pasted to the bones of my feet. Consumed by longing, all my skin burns the livelong night.
See, the dawn shivers round the gray, Gilt-dialled towers, and the rain
Streams down each diamonded pane And blurs with tears the wannish day.
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