TheAmbassadorOfRomanceInVenus's blog: "Dripping Minds"

Today we met at the corner store My sight I couldn’t part Something stirred so deep inside Your sight just stole my heart I could tell you were rigid and firm A tasty sort of thing I just had to get you home To see if my bells you’d ring Slipping through the backyard door No neighbors saw us pass If they caught a glimpse at all It was of my firm rounded As**, uh rear I pulled the curtains nice and tight So no others could peek or see The thing I was gonna do to you Whether sitting or on my knees When all was safe I took you out Rolled you gently between my fingers I wasn’t in a rush just yet So I let the moment linger Oh but when you touched my lips I parted them with such haste I slipped your hardness deep inside I must admit I love the taste I rolled my tongue all around Sucking on every square inch And when you hit the back of my throat I displayed not even a flinch Faster and faster I licked with hurry A must before hubby comes home My lips were wet with saliva sweat Like a mongrel downing a bone As last I was at the point I love And your hardness melted away I laugh and giggle while wiping my brow With satisfaction I started to sway Now you’re gone and I’m alone The sensation never seems to stop I didn’t get caught, though you I bought My loving little Tootsie Pop

I want to taste you, leisurely like a tantalizing cluster of grapes uncovering the pulp of your secrets absorbing you like a good book read on the patio on a sunday afternoon savoring the unique salty sweetness of each drop of juice on my tongue after the skin of your reserve is broken I want to breathe you in, exhaling slowly the fragrance of your cologne and the scent of sunshine in your hair amid that manly smell of sweat and musk that draws me to taste you, with abandon like a prisoner starved on molded bread invited to a grand feast of rare delicacies and the finest wine... I want to taste you devour you like a starving lioness who has endured six months of famine and thirsted too long for springs of love in times of uninterrupted drought needing to renew her strength I want taste you on my lips, my tongue relish your flavor deep in my heart until you are assimilated into my soul

Once in a time of closed eyes and dreamy space, soft feathers, sweet oils and we're in my hiding place. With wind chimes playing soft tunes of a bell, come with me and escape from your own private hell. There are blossoms of pink and purple and green, and colors of magic that you've never seen. Feast your eyes on pleasure with the taste of red wine, rest you head on silk pillows while I stroke at your mind. Every touch will be soft and pure, and you can not resist, the tender passion rises as our lips meet for a sensual kiss. Temperature is rising, candles burning with a fragrance of smell, while your body next to mine is casting a wonderful spell. You forget all your cares, for in here there is no more pain, you step aboard, come inside, and ride my joy train. As we reach the mountain top our fingers mend as one heart beat, our bodies melt together, toes tingle,.. feel the heat. Desire has ended, all things emotional have finished their flow, as we cuddle with bated breath, known as the after glow.

sit here in my garden on a warm summer night Gazing up at the clear sky dotted with stars Trying you chase away the deep loneliness With the presence of those twinkling stars Among them I see one larger than the rest Blinking and bouncing from place to place Or is it winking at this lonely desolate man? As I trace the route of this winking star With my delirious dark searching eyes Of a sudden I see an unbelievable vision A beautiful woman clad in pink transparent Nightgown braided with golden laces Standing at her bedroom window Looking up at the clear night skies longing Is she seeing the same winking star I see As I wonder it dawns on me pleasantly She is the one I love with all my heart Her flaming red hair flowing sweetly Reminds me of her passion filled Emerald green eyes always taunting A teasing smile on her pouting rosy lips Proud chin and beautiful lady neck Just above those white round mounds With their peeks of ever hardened rosebuds My body trembles as my heart is overwhelmed With the fire of desire and the heat of passion I see myself slowly walking towards her Not wanting to disrupt her sweet dreaming My hands glide around her hips from the back To hold her aching, longing body against mine Shocked by this sudden touch of hungry passion Her face turns to present her luscious mouth To be rained with hot kisses from my hungry lips As her body shivers in pleasure unexpected I lift her off her feet easily to hold her warm Soft body against mine letting the fever of Long held up passion arousing steadily eager For my touch on her golden spots of fire Carrying her to the alter of love I lay her down removing the cumbersome clothing off her satin Silk skin fascinated by the loveliness of smooth Shining slin I let my bareness touch and feel the Aching heat of her, aroused to the state of Uncontrollable fever of passion, wanting nothing But to be swallowed in her warmth of divine love Her moans of pleasure inflaming my carnal hunger Her moisture eliciting my thirst for her sweet nectar I ravage her savagely, nothing of her untouched No place unexplored, tasting her fragrance and Satiating my hunger and thirst with her fountain Of love's nectar, flowing freely and unhindered When her desires are fired up and passions aroused I enter her treasure trove to be one with her body and soul Two hearts beating in unison, two bodies entwined In the blissful ecstasy of passion's peeks, discovering The true meaning of love between two souls united In the alter of love, a total and unconditional surrender

"Got five hundred bucks to pay the fine?" The sudden musical voice brought me out of my reverie. I looked up right into the laughing eyes of a beautiful police woman. For a minute there, I did not understand. Then comprehension struck me as I looked at my cigarette. Smoking is prohibited in public places and here I am sitting in a small tea shop smoking. I had come to this town earlier in the evening to hand over some important papers to a client. He was a older man and his wife the lady was very kind and forced me to stay for dinner. I had not smoked for a long time respecting their age and not wanting to smoke in front of them and offend them. When I came out of their place I looked for a place and found this small tea shop. No one was there and I was alone. I had a hot cup of strong tea and then lit a cigarette. My mind was elsewhere and I did not see this police woman come in. Reluctantly I pulled my purse out and counted five hundred rupee bills and offered it to her. To my surprise she was still looking at me. I am not much you see, only five feet tall and slim to boot. Not the kind women looked twice and this lady was young and beautiful. The tight police uniform was not hidding her luscious curves and I had a hell of a time looking into her eyes. It strained to stray towards the two globes that jutted out poking at my face, almost. Instead of accepting the money and writing out a receipt for it she sat down opposite me. "You are new here? " "Yes, I just came here on duty" "Finished?" "yes" I wanted to get this over with and leave. This dame is too damn hot and I was getting uneasy at the wrong places. Also she is too young for my forty plus years and pretty tall too, will be about say 5' 7" and in her early twenties I guessed. "Want to save that five hundred?" I looked at her surprised "What you mean?" "Come to my place for the night and you don't have to pay up" " I don't understand," I stammered She laughed out loud, "Scared, bucko or is it just that you are not man enough?" That did it. "alright, let us go," Outside she started her Honda scooter and I climbed behind her, careful to keep some distance between us. The road was bumpy and she was not slowing down. Several times I bumped onto her as she speeded up. I was relieved when she stopped before an apartment building. We went in and up the lift to her apartment in the fourth floor. She smiled sweetly at the lift man who did not notice me at all. He was just goggling at her, open mouthed, kind of. When we entered the apartment, she just locked the door behind us and went in, to her bedroom I think. Almost immediately she came out, threw a lungi (A colourful dhoti) to me and said coolly, "Change into this and use the bathroom on the other side," She gestured with her hand and "Oh, yes, You can smoke all you want," She disappeared again. I was furious and did not like any of this. For a while I stood there glaring at the door of her bedroom and then realizing it is not helping, I changed and went into the bathroom. It was a hot day and so I showered and toweling myself up, put on the Lungi again and came out. There was no trace of her. I sat down on the sofa and lit a cigarette. Just as I finished my cigarette, the door opened slightly and her face looked out. "Come in here, I got some thing to show you," Anger welling up inside me, I slowly got up and went in and then stood stock still gapping. She stood in the middle of the room clad in a skimpy red silk gown that was too low below the neck and too high above the knees. I could see the white bulge of her mounds up there and her long shapely legs down below. She was not letting me guess anything, showing all she had and was smiling teasingly to boot. What is more, the silk gown was hugging her so close that I could even see the nipples pointing. Her lips parted slightly and she bit her lower lip, sensually. I was getting a bulge down there and the lungi is not going to hide it. "Like what you see?" she was teasing of course, and then, " That is not what I want to show you bucko, See this bed, I bought it only two days ago. Tell me how you like it?". It is a double cot made of expensive Teakwood and the bed was made of feather I guessed, covered with a beautiful red silk bedspread just the same colour as her gown. She sat down on the bed coyly still taunting with her eyes and a vile smile playing on her pouting lips. "Come sit down and see how it feels, Bucko," Like in a trance I went and sat down my eyes glued to her white bulging mounds and with desperation I held back my itching hands. She moved closer to me a little and then her hands settled right on my bulging hardness. I could hold back no more. "You bitch," I hissed and jumped on her, my hands clutching her almost bare shoulders and pushing her on the bed, I pulled the gown down her shoulders as my lips pressed against her neck just below her ear. I was not heavy and I put all my weight on her as I clawed on her bare skin and my hands cupped her mounds, gently squeezing. My lips now nibbled her ear lobe and she moaned. Still squeezing her mounds, a little harder now I moved my lips against her chubby cheeks searching for her hot mouth. Finding it, I kissed her passionately, my tongue probing between her lips and as she opened them slightly, I slid my tongue in searching for hers. I felt her hands clawing my back but relentlessly, I pulled her gown all the way down still kissing her. When or how my lungi came off of me I still do not remember, but I felt my hardness pressing between her legs and I felt the wetness on my thighs. As I moved my mouth down to her mounds to take one of her nipples between my lips my hand slid under the pillow and I felt some thing soft there. Pulling it out I looked at it and found it was a feather. A long one multi-coloured. Peacock feather, I realized. She was moaning under me and her hands were down there now kneading my hardness. Suddenly an idea struck me, what if I used the feather on her? I put my left hand under her head gently ruffling her hair and with my right hand I clutched the feather and slowly, touched her chubby cheek with it. She shivered under me and moaned. Slowly and gently I began to move the feather on her cheeks, touching her lips and moving it around it tracing and then onto her neck. Her grip on my hardness tightened and she was almost crying now. With my left hand I held her head firmly and moved the feather slowly on to her now swollen mounds. She let go of my hardness and clutched my shoulders hard. Lifting my body a little above her and balancing myself on my knees, I teased her rose buds with the feather, and then patted it. She went mad then and almost screamed. I kept patting her rose buds one after the other gently and when she tried to lift her head to see what was happening. I held her down, recklessly, holding her hair. She cried out but let me hold her head and now I lifted my waist up and positioned myself so the tip of my hardness was between her legs. Still working with the feather I moved my hardness just above her outer lips teasing. She lifted her hips up desperately to take me in, but I lifted myself higher. She was moaning and whining now as the feather moved about her soft white skin, exploring and touching the spots that aroused her. I had managed to position my hardness just above her love opening and just when she least expected, slid it into her, as hard as I could. She gasped and cried out as my hardness buried deep inside her to the hilt. Balancing my body on my left elbow and my toes I began to thrust into her, slowly at first still teasing her with the feather. I now know the spots that tickled her the most and used it to my advantage. She was quivering under me, giggling, moaning and crying all at the same time it seemed. Suddenly I felt her go rigid under me and knowing she is going to scream in ecstasy, I pressed my mouth onto hers and she screamed as her body trembled under me and my fast moving hardness was bathed with her love's nectar. I kept up my tempo as she came letting her screams stifle inside my mouth. When she finished I gave her some breathing time and then began my teasing with the feather once again and thrusting into her as well. I let her climax and scream and let loose her love juices three times before I let go my own self, flooding her love channel with my seed. Then I lay on top of her my hands and legs to support my weight, just feeling her softness against me. Both of us were gasping for breath. When at last our breathing became normal, I moved away from her and lay on her side for a while. Then lifting myself onto my elbows I looked at her face. It was serene, fully satiated her eyes closed and a pleased smile playing on her rosy lips, she lay like a happy child. I was still angry inside me, but I kissed her lips lightly thanking her my own way and getting out of the bed went into the bathroom to cleanup. When I came out of the bathroom, I went to the hall without looking at her and began to dress up hastily. Just as I finished dressing, I heard her door open. "Going some place?" She stood there with a towel covering her from her breasts to her thighs. "Yes" I said laconically "Going to sit in the bus station till four in the morning?" she was asking coyly. "Yes" "Will you let me speak my mind before you leave?" There was some thing in her voice that made me look up at her and I saw sadness and longing in those eyes which were getting wet with tears. Reluctantly I sat down on the sofa and said, "Go ahead," She came and sat down opposite me in a chair. "I am twenty-four, have two sisters and three brothers all younger than me depending on my pay. I can't dream of getting married for how long I do not know. My father is a drunk, mother a house wife," She paused here and looked at me, tears flooding down. When I said nothing, she continued, drying her eyes with the towel, showing her firm breasts the rosebuds still hard. " I studied with the help of scholarship and some well wishers. I have to help my family as best as I can," Again she paused, drying her eyes with the towel. I stayed mum. "I am human, bucko, I too need some sex once in a while at least. If I dated some one they would want me to marry them, which I can't. not till at least my sisters finish their studies and start earning. If I got some young local buck to sleep with me, I would be labeled "slut" in no time. You looked like a gentleman and trustworthy. That is why I led you into this. If you think, I did wrong, go on and leave," I sat there a while fidgeting and thinking it over. I know what she said was true. A lot of women in India are in the same boat as she does. Many do not have the courage as this one to deliberately bait a man and if they did often they went for the wrong man and got labeled as "Sluts' just as she said. Slowly without daring to look at her I got up, went to her and took her in my arms, letting her cry on my shoulders. We had some snacks a little later and then went to bed, laying in each others arms, sharing our pains and pleasures. For, though I am a married man, was not getting the love I needed at home. She is still my friend and I often visit her and the feather is still with her and she loves those red silk gown and the bedspread. The End

The love was burning yes burning and causing the trembling of the skin and the rush of the blood to the surface of her cheeks began to redden and her lips wetted in anticipation of her lover pressing his lips against hers and wanting the moment to happen sooner than he could make it work. His nervous energy caused his hands to shake and tremble at the thought of touching her soft and perfumed skin the trembling and the coldness was a small but welcome shock to her. Yes, touch me more and don’t worry about the coldness of your hands where is your passion that I know you have for me, come and press your lips to mine let me taste the sweetness of your breath something I have longed for, for so long, prayed and wished for and absolutely wanted to experience with you on this day at this moment. The room seemed to have turned red, the air just surrounding the lovers heated up ever so slowly and begun to fill with the sweet and enticing smell of a soft rose or some sort of flower that was especially for lovers in the heat of a passionate stare, nothing could break the contact of the eyes that were bound together in this charming and sensual stare down. She staring him and him staring her, a bead of sweat trickles down the side of his face and her hand flutters up quickly to wipe it away. Her fascination with her lover caused her to taste the sweat that was on her finger so she kissed her finger and then wetted her lips wanting more of this interesting man sitting before her with trembling and cold hands, but lips so warm and inviting. He, with not thinking leaned into her and inhaled the smell of her hair that was tossed around her shoulders in a carefree fashion. Yes, he thought, this is my love, my soul-mate and everything that I have ever wanted, this is what I lived for, worked for and was born to be here in this moment with my sweet and precious flower here in front of me kissing softly her finger how can I hold myself? The way her lips are turned up in a sweet and stimulating smile, yes, she is wanting me, it is time to move about. They finally join in kissing one another tasting and getting to know every inch of detail and feature of the lips and the mouth and hands explore the hair, so soft and silky and shoulders and he shudders with pleasure that she has invoked in the very soul of his being. Lovers embracing, tasting and living in the moment a ring of passion not to be broken.

gently the chilled night breathes a loving sigh as white and silver moonbeams illumine the sky.. shining rays weave their way between you and me, enhancing the starlight in the pools of your eyes.. by the window, candlelit shadows flicker and dance over your face, you stand entranced, as if in awe.. arms reach out, gently drawing me into your warmth, as i melt into your embrace, you act on the chance.. slowly our lips meet and in the midst of a soft kiss my pulse trips as you seductively whisper "i want you." your waist presses against mine and i'm fully convinced.. gasping at your hardness, i reply, "baby i want you too." i tingle as your urgent caress travels up under my shirt, and my bra drops from your hand, already i'm in la-la land.. we stumble over furniture, in search of the bedroom door, then you lay me upon the bed and undress in sillhouette... as i watch your golden skin being inch by inch revealed, i close my eyes to savor the lust you'd awaken within me.. anticipation...desire... just wanting you to strip me bare - i open my eyes, and then realize that thought was made real.. naked, you and i lay close, face to face, not a word we speak.. my eyes drink in the sight of your splendor, from head to toe - then they fixate on your waist, watching your hardness grow.. warm passion spreads over me as my wetness starts to flow.. i gaze into your deep sexy stare, taking your hand in mine.. eagerly i press your fingers to my dew-kissed oasis of flesh.. i watch your eyes go wide as you gasp, "baby you're so wet!" my leg circles your waist, and i press your face to my chest.. into your ears i whisper hauntingly, "make love to me please..??"

Can I touch you in those special places? That gets you so high, so aroused, so excited, Carousingly caressing tender sensual needs, As you vibrate in me that special note of love. Can I touch you so soft you cry in happiness? That you whimper in cooing loving satisfaction Chilling your soul on scrumptious hot flashes That takes you higher, higher wanting much more. Can I touch your heart upon lovemaking words? That devours your delicacies of sweet treats, While you hunger for me in that erotic look That takes all of me, creating a special dessert. Can I touch your feminine soul as a treasure? A glorious gem to be polished in friction, making It sparkle so, from glowing sweating sunshine Going over every contour of crown-jeweled pleasure. Can I touch you? Can I hold you? Can I want you? Can I marry you over, over again in a honeymoon? Can I touch you forever in that vow of intoxication? Can we touch each other forever in a committed relationship? Where even as grandparents, we can create earthquakes That make children blush, hearing “Mom, Dad! Act your age!” While smiling inside about, what love is really about, Touching tender caressing emotions of each other. Note: Someday I wish to share my touch with that special woman who will rock my soul.

In the touch of a caresses dancing inside you. I want to make love to you with tender words Reaching the deepest part of sensual poetry, Alliterating the clitoris of vibrating verse. So, so soft are the words massaging within desires That you sigh upon the delivery with anticipation Reaching upon that pinnacle of climatic delivery, Which climaxes feminine fantasy on wet dreams. All this and all I said was “Hi”, shaking your hand. Just imagine, if I hold you with words around you! Walking down the sensual path of adoring you so That you float upon clouds of romance blossoming. Then I would lay you down and kiss you so lightly That your heart would burst inside you wanting more. But I would hold back respecting the slow foreplay, As my fingers would trace over your bodies artistry. With you initiating, I would hold back, holding hands, Awaiting the full moon’s glow swaying into our music Creating the howl that would leave you climbing high Baying at the moon, sweating into the dawning of love. Sweetheart, can I touch you now, without setting you off? Honey can I vibrate into your ears my special poetry? Can I touch you upon the imagination of how you want to be Touched upon the romance that will never loose its touch.

Gazing At the moon Triggered the image of Your smile And thoughts I reserved in the attic of my Mind In the deepest of my Heart I possess the energy of Your love The fervor of your smile Finger prints of your Touch A hand full of candles That burn with somatic Desires To enveloped your Heart If only I could dance in the Cleavage of your soul and Stream through the Veins of your Heart As you have done in Mine Do I dare wish for one More night To feel the warmth of your Breath up and down my spine Your lips on my neck as your Hands gently caress my inner Thigh “Oh In your hands I’m Like a shooting star and the moon And you’re the sun, in the Mirror of my eyes you’re the Radiant light of my Soul In the roots of my soul I saw you down by the Ocean Sitting and waiting For me to capture your Heart HAPPY BIRTHDAY I LOVE YOU MORE TODAY THAN YESTRDAY BUT LESS THAN TOMORROW!! FOR YESTERDAYS LOVE IS THE BEGINING MEMORIES OF TODAY S DREAMS FOR TOMORROWS FUTURE………. LOVE YOU TILL THE END OF TIME!! MORNING STAR……