TIRED

Too many words, too many…

Hearts and heads and all out lives spinning around them,
Drinking from them,
Searching new meanings,
Different interpretations,
Reasons and reactions,
A blink,
An altered breathing,
And we all feed on them.
What they mean,
And how,
And the tone,
And the way you were looking,
And the difference between what you say and what you really meant,
And the reason why there is no truth,
And what if there is?,
And what if it's just another one?,
And what if we just didn’t hear it right?...

'Could you repeat please?'

But now tell me why,
And when,
And who was there and heard it the same,
Or not,
Or what they thought about it and why.
What about my letters?
Did you read 'love' in between the lines'?
It was there.
It was everywhere,
Why didn’t you see it?
What?
WHAT??
No, I meant…
I never said that!
Well…
I just meant something else.
Don’t you hear what I say?
You should know me better.
Why do you think so?
Please, tell me how you feel…
Are you my whore, just mine?
Why are you sad?
Should I leave now?
Can I kiss you?
Shut up!
I really like you…
So do I…
…

Can we talk?

…


S . I . L . E . N . C . E


… c a n

w e

p l e a s e

h a v e

s o m e

s i l e n c e

s o m e t i m e s ? ...

Thank you so much …

Desires...

'Legambiente' by Manara [1997]

I dream of the summer, and I dream of the ocean, and I dream of your body, so wet and salty and warm, under the sun, glued to mine… I want to take you to my private paradise and make it ours… At least for a while…

Flowergraphic...

Poppy Opening

... or maybe it's just my head ...

Private?

'A Deux' by Rodin

We had a wonderful time… Two days in a magic country, in a magic small town, a magical huge bed with a view to the castle, to the river, to all our dreams and fantasies…

Time to go back home, time to take the bus and face the three hours ride…

Nearly empty bus and we head for the backseats… Isn't that all lovers' favourite spot? Oh yeah babe… On the seats in front of us, two students heading back to the big city with their laptops and papers and notes and an interminable blablabla over some boring subject I couldn’t really understand… Advantages of a foreign language in a foreign country…

As we seat behind them, I find that the cleverest place, as they surely wouldn’t turn back unless we were too explicit… which could happen… but in any case, being a foreigner – and a stranger – gives you that sense of 'who cares!?' that I love, so… who would care?!...

You sat by the window and I sat next to you. We were so close, kissing so nice and warm, I could feel your chest altering the breathing and turning so much warmer… my hand under your t-shirt feeling the soft skin contrasting to the suddenly turned hard nipples, as I grab the hair on the back of your neck to better fill your mouth with my tongue… A deeper breath releases a discreet moan off your lungs, and how I love it!... Your hands are sweaty now, and they search for my braless breasts to find them hot, hard and shaking under your touch and over the old road bumps. The long jacket which covered us on the train travel to that wonderful city, is now covering me on the way back, so your hand can dwell between my legs, unbuttoning my jeans, feeling my wet underwear, diving under it and touching me in such a crazy way… oh, your fingers are soft but steady, strong but so sensible, you know so well where to go, and when, and how… you drive me crazy!...

As I am being so well spoiled by you and your hot attention, the bus stops… Ohhh… so many people coming in… There is this guy sitting on the other end of the backseat! What the hell is that?? Respect, young boy, R-E-S-P-E-C-T! You DO NOT seat in that place when there is a couple, completely tangled and flushed and covered in clothes, on the other end! It's wrong!... Hmm… Unless… Unless you want to share some fun… Hmm… Could be that… Is that what you want young boy?... So let him have cake!...

I was happy with the fun I had had and what I really wanted was to give you pleasure… it makes me so hot to see your eyes, gazing, as if everything I do would be the last expected move, like a miracle, a mind read, a very expensive present you unwrap with a child's excitement!... Oh, lover, it melts me!...

I ask you to move on my seat so I can take yours, and you don’t seem to understand but, as usual, you obey… In a second I am sitting by the window, sideways, facing the back of the bus, my legs on the seat, and my upper body is covering yours. I rest my body on my right hand, cover us both with the magic jacket, and my left hand is all yours!... I go in your jeans to feel you so hard with anticipation!... I grab you as I bite your lips, telling you with my eyes… 'I'm gonna have you now…' and you let yourself go under my desire… Touching you is wonderful and we both always want more!... As your breathing accelerates you keep checking over my shoulder if anyone is watching, if someone could dream of what is going on there, and I whisper… 'Ok baby… Here… Feel it… See how hard and sweet you are… Come for me… I'll keep you safe…'

I tried. I swear I tried to keep an eye on those other 50 people in that bus, the guy in the other end of our seat, the students and their laptops and the driver with the mirrors… But I couldn’t!... All I could look at was you, touching yourself, so close to me I could feel your hand coming and going, so wild, and your breath condensating all the air between us, inside that jacket, on the windows, the whole bus, infected by sex, desire, lust and fantasies, our fantasies, mirrored in those 50 pairs of eyes who had no idea how privileged they were by sharing that moment!... Oh, my lover, only the way your body shivered on that seat could have given our little secret away, so I hold you tight, I hug you, your shaking hands, your sweaty hair between my fingers, until you breathe again, look at me, smile, and say… 'You're my dream, babe… You really are…' … and your kiss still tastes like adrenaline…

And Nobody Knows...

by Manara

The things you do to me, no one else did before. So many bodies and faces, hands and lips, and love and sex, and still so much to discover, and now it all has your name on it… I have your name on me…

Last night I saw you. I saw your smile turning into desire, and that desire growing and looking for me, craving more… I saw you touching your skin, your hair, I saw your hand going down your belly…

'I'm sorry baby, it's such a big desire for you…' – you said…

And I lost my thoughts on the sight of your naked body, bursting, shivering, growing… and I asked you for more. I wanted to see it.

You touched yourself for me and it was beautiful.
Tonight is my turn.
Keep your webcam on.

Animal

by Sanders Steins

Tonight I don't care about anything else... Just come and abuse me...

Distance is Magic

'Seated Nude' by Walter Sickert

... and if you could have me everyday... would you get tired of me?...

Ohh...

'Ice Queen' by Amalkovich

So cold here, and all I want to warm me up is you...

Unmissable

'Lust: Caution' by Ang Lee

I've seen this sometime ago, but would see it a thousand times more, again and again...

Thank you my lover, for your hand on my leg...

Get Him Away!...

Jan Saudek, 'La Leçon de Mandoline' - 1993

All I want is you inside me. All I'm dreaming of is that…

What are you dreaming of my lover?

(… and so why is the bogeyman still in my head?...)

Genious, Genious...

The Magic Lamp

You said you'd find a way to make all my wishes come true…

Well…

I want you here

RIGHT

N-O-W!

Fast Track

It's The Ride, Not The Destination

I had a surprise for the next morning… We should wake up early and get on a train… Where to? I wasn't allowed to know, it was your present, your surprise.

We do wake up in time, but the first morning kiss turns our bodies inside out and all of a sudden we are late, we have to run, we almost miss the train, and… Ok, here we go…

We leave from a beautiful train station in a fairly modern train. A long carriage, windows on one side and on the other, the doors to the six passengers cabins… As we get in the only one where there was only one other person, the old man leaves, opening our smiles to each other… Hmmm… Now the space was all ours…

Ten o'clock in the morning, the riding train, the engine noise, the leather seats, and the excitement… The excitement of my unknown destination, the excitement of your carefully planned surprise… The excitement of that cabin, the fast passing view out the window, small towns and big trees and small houses and big green fields and our hands, our smiles, our freedom…

You sit in front of me and you look so deep in my eyes my heart starts beating faster, and I move on your lap… Seating there, facing you, so close, knees on your seat, I feel the intensity of your desire, the warmth of the back of your neck, the humidity of your lips on mine. I feel you between my legs, your hands inside my jeans, under my shirt, and something wild is growing between us. I don't want to miss this… I look out to the corridor… There is a lock to the door, but there are no curtains… I move and you hold me closer…

'Wait baby…'

I smile at you and you look intrigued…

'Are you cold?...'

'No, I just need to get this on…'

My long coat covers us, down my shoulders, around my legs, your legs, my jeans, your t-shirt…

'Curtains, darling…'

I unbutton your jeans and mine go down to my knees. Holding your neck, feet on the leather seat, I sit on you, and that close I feel our smell, I sense the steam of desire and I see that fire in your eyes…

Slow… so slow… come in me…

The train is moving fast against our slow motion dance, and the old tracks are on our side… I feel you hard, deep, your heart beating so fast I can hear it on your lips… Your arms around me holding me so strong against you cut my breath and I love it, I feel so powerful, and you love that too…

The moment had to be interrupted with our arrival to a station… Fortunately, nothing happening there could not be finished in the train toilet, against the sink, your eyes looking at mine through the mirror, your hands on my hips, and a now faster than any train track to ecstasy, and the certainty that all fantasies can be real with a lover like you…

For You Only

Betty Page

We start with a drink, and then there are more... Tomorrow is a special day and we are celebrating, we are making it last...

We go to a club and there's no one in the last room... Two beers and a table and I sit comfortably, reclined, feet on your chair, between your legs, teasing with words... Another beer... The music is loud and my heart beats to it, to you, to the drinks... The centre of my body is compelled into you like an iman...

We kiss, your tongue touching my lips, softly, all so hot and wet... It's only when I grab your hair and pull your head back that you give in, a deep moan, all the air out of your lungs, and you slap my leg... Bad girl... Behave...

Or not...

Your hands are up my shirt, under your favourite silk and sequins bra, and I feel your knees parting my legs. I take the bra off and give it to you to smell it... your closed eyes and the way you lick your lips say it all, and when you look at me again you are transformed... Oh, lover, how I love to see you like that, to take you to that stage where I know everything is possible!...

'Baby, you're driving me crazy, I can feel you all over my body!...'

'Hmmm... no, you can't... not yet...'

And my hands slide from your chest down to your belly, inside your jeans, and the disbelief in your eyes just makes me want it more. I touch you, I can feel you in my hands, but it doesn't seem enough... that's what you do to me... So I look around and there is no one. Under the arch that leads to the room full of people no shadow seems to menace our precarious privacy, and I smile at you, hold you stronger, and take you in my lips. You feel so good, so strong and hot, and for sometime I forget where we are... My lips are still wet and I smile at you, again reclined, teasing, shirt up, showing you the breasts you love, the hard nipples you want to bite...

'These things you do to me... Ohh...'

'Get me drunk... Get me drunk and fuck me like a whore...'

'You wanna be fucked like a whore?'

'Yes, babe... Fuck me like a whore... '

The night took a fast way home, where our clothes flew over the furniture and we landed on the bed. We were so excited, my lover, I couldn't tell from my sweat and yours... Kneeling on the bed I feel your hands on my waist, holding me hard so I can't escape you... as if I would even try... You come inside me so slowly I feel like dying, and as you move deeper you bent over my ear...

'What do you want tonight?...'

'I told you to get me drunk and fuck me like a whore... I am drunk...'

Your slaps, my moans, our desperate and uncontrolled search for eachothers pleasure take us to madness, to an illogic race against our own breathing and heartbeat until I stop you and throw you on the bed... Now you're mine. Now I get you in my mouth and I feel you like never before, and you feel it like never before, and the reward you give is a new way to explore my body, with your fingers, with your tongue, breathing so fast and deep... like never before, my orgasm seems endless and my whole body numbs… for a minute I have no control of it. Spasms and I can not breathe, and before I have the time to recover you have turned me around and you're inside me again, slapping my thighs, getting to ecstasy while you say...
'You're my whore... I never had one like you... You're my favourite whore and I love fucking you!...'

It's another dimension now, because I'm your whore and we fell asleep on eachothers arms...

wordless...

by Araki Nobuyoshi

... and my whole body is screaming for you every morning now... and I want to write and I have no words... and I just wanted to find them... or not...