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Baby this is Awesome.....I'm keeping this one.......

Makeup sex, got to love it!!

Thanks Boone man...

Makeup sex, got to love it!!:
Is this where YOU outline all your arousal zones with lipstick???
Sorry,,,could resist that one...
Make-up sex is GREAT,,but its even greater to never have to make-up..for what you have together,,is THAT open to defind...

When two peeps are in love (emotionally invested) they are going to fight, it's a given...So, for me, makeup sex is the best way to end a fight....

my one contribution/attempt at this...origianlly posted some time ago

the video version: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IGMldIVm9rA



the written version:

The Inviting Kiss

you invite me with a kiss
a long deep slow invitation
to join you in a symphony of affection
we retreat as love,
the conductor, summons the orchestra
blankets cast aside
like the curtains of a great music hall
pillows and clothes line up around us,
as if an audience preparing for the performance
the lights go down
the room quiets, as the players ready
the only sounds to be heard
are the light moans of the woodwinds
deepening breaths

we kiss, as hands tenderly tune
familiar instruments
heartbeats quicken and get louder
like the bass drums
building in the background
kissing your soft skin around your neck
and down to your stomach
missing nothing in between
light scents fill the air
matched by the conductors calling for the strings
to join in the movement
your hands find my hair and gently lead the melody

lower still
my tongue lightly and slowly licks and flicks
through your secret garden
begging the flower to unfold
in the sunlight that is my desire
your breathing, erratic now,
mixed with soft sighs and deep moans
one hand pushing against the headboard,
the other pulling my head to you,
like opposing forces
and neither will withdraw

the orchestra louder and louder by order of the conductor
trying to keep up with your cries
you arch your back, as the wave of the first chorus
works its way to your wanting shore
building and building,
until it peeks and comes crashing down
like the sound of a million pieces of glass
hitting the stage and bouncing around
in decreasing decibel;
the maestro is pleased

you quiver with each echo rebounding through the hall
the sound of the harps dance in the night
picking stars from the heavens
and dangling them in front of you
their light reflects in your eyes
and I have never seen you more beautiful

you pull me to you
and the piano coxes the entrance
of the sonnet
slowly we move together, in perfect harmony
we are one

so sweet, so expressive, so beautiful
our souls come together where the flesh ends
every breath you take gives me life
my heart circulates for two
our eyes lock half closed,
ecstasy
half open,
pleasure
we stare long and true,
as our bodies dance to the waltz
filling the night air
nothing matters at this moment,
except for the moment
I want to share this with you forever

you feel the vibrations of the distant storm,
but you are not ready
and as the composer intended,
on the perfect down beat
the conductor turns the page
and the arrangement changes
you take first chair,
as I sit on the stage
looking up to the wonder of you
riding me into a short, but powerful solo

you lift me to your glistening breast
pleasure and pain walk together
and neither gets the night off...

with the rhythm section holding strong,
my mouth finds you erect
and I bite down
releasing my grasp,
as the delight turns to ache
the horns like your fingernails
dig deep, into my back
as I reach behind you and pull your hair
tilting your head to one side,
the violins mimic your screams

loves arms are raising and sweeping
begging the company to hold each note
as if it were the last
trying to draw every ounce of energy
from each exquisite tone that escapes
your parted lips
the whirlwind of this piece has the audience
silently entranced
we roll over as before
twisting and turning
legs fighting for leverage
never stopping
oblivious to all that surrounds us,
all but the passion that has engulfed this concerto

there are no children present
and words not often spoken drive the command performance
**** me, **** me you urge
pulling me deeper
begging me not to stop
squeezing me, with all of your might
the crescendo building ever closer
our pace increases
feverishly we continue
moaning and crying out
trying not to reach the end,
though we both know we want to

the slide of the winds in and out,
the bows from the strings rising and falling
the conductor’s arms flailing about,
demanding everyone to stay in time
building to a deafening climax

the drums beating harder and harder
pounding out the last of the composition
faster and faster the opus moves
finally ending with the piercing sound of two
nearly simultaneous earsplitting,
determined roars of thunder

the tiny drops of sweat rain over us
and give life to what we share
and for just a instant,
silence prevails...

the conductor raises her hands, to her lips
and blows a kiss to the company
opening loves arms,
as if to embrace us for all eternity,
then bows in thanks to the players
who just gave their all

the hum of our breathing subsiding,
as the reverberation of the now faint ending
slips away

I collapse and melt into you
pulling the covers over us
we lie together
holding on to the last of a magnificent recital
as I slip into half sleep

thinking...
one last kiss, before we succumb

thinking...
I can’t wait for tomorrow

thinking...
there is nothing more beautiful than this

thinking about...

the next inviting kiss



kc ©2010

You weren't much to look at
But you were an Adonis in bed.

Miranda's Rabbit Vibrator
Had nothing on you
I would much rather
have you instead.

Big huge guy
Let me half his
size throw him
on the bed.

Strip his azz naked
Forced him to stay
on his back
And Cowgirl up
Instead.

You were the
king of foreplay.
With that amazing
tongue.
I lost track of
how many
orgasms I had
that one night
Somewhere
between
ten and forty one.

well damn

Where does one get one of these rabbits?

whew...think I better go take a cold shower

Can I interest anyone in an orange? I bought a whole bushel this morning.

I'll take one of those oranges over the rabbit!

How'd you do?....Steamaliscious Terri.... You Cowgirled Up !! But come on girl, was it really 41 !!!??!!

Kevin, I listened to the video twice!!....Hot and spicy!!!

Yeah, I call bull **** on that one, too.

41 times wound put me in my grave or at least cause me to go permanently blind!!!

Hi Ruth!!

Hi, Leigh! Great thread!

TY Ruth!! You going to contribute some steam???