Hot Cocoa
With a splash
Of Brandy.
Sex
With a splash
Of giggles,
And nibbles,
And tickles,
And tongues,
There. What fun.
Defrosted.
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Saturday, December 4, 2010
Thursday, November 25, 2010
Winter Love
I grabbed my love,
Brushed off the snow,
I said, “My dear, the fire’s aglow...
So toasty warm
That I don’t suppose
You’d mind if I took off
Some of your clothes...
‘Cause it makes me hot
When the temperature drops
When the brandy flows
And the fireplace glows.
Tender touches and kisses
Fulfilling my wishes
Warm winter love
Melting the snow.
We’ll start with your coat
And then begin
Through the layers
...There, finally! Your kissable skin!
Then further on down
‘Cause after you’re kiss’d
I’ll unwrap the present
That’s first on my list...
‘Cause it makes me hot
When the temperature drops
When the brandy flows
And the fireplace glows.
Tender touches and kisses
Fulfilling my wishes
Warm winter love
Melting the snow.
Spring fever’s fine
And you already know
That summer love
Leaves me all aglow,
But I’d trade each one
For my Winter Desire
Cold winds
Deep snow
And love by the fire.
.
Brushed off the snow,
I said, “My dear, the fire’s aglow...
So toasty warm
That I don’t suppose
You’d mind if I took off
Some of your clothes...
‘Cause it makes me hot
When the temperature drops
When the brandy flows
And the fireplace glows.
Tender touches and kisses
Fulfilling my wishes
Warm winter love
Melting the snow.
We’ll start with your coat
And then begin
Through the layers
...There, finally! Your kissable skin!
Then further on down
‘Cause after you’re kiss’d
I’ll unwrap the present
That’s first on my list...
‘Cause it makes me hot
When the temperature drops
When the brandy flows
And the fireplace glows.
Tender touches and kisses
Fulfilling my wishes
Warm winter love
Melting the snow.
Spring fever’s fine
And you already know
That summer love
Leaves me all aglow,
But I’d trade each one
For my Winter Desire
Cold winds
Deep snow
And love by the fire.
.
Friday, November 12, 2010
The Survey
"He can touch the bot-TOM... 'cause his wind holds OUT so LONG!"
She was playing guitar and singing.
Or at least trying to.
He blinked, as his eyes adjusted to the dim light of Garnet's Virtual Salon.
The music stopped.
"Hey there, Honey!" Garnet exclaimed as she rose to greet him, "Thanks for agreeing to be part of my survey. You OK?" she asked, looking concerned as he wobbled slightly, still a little woozy from the unconventional transport experience, "I was making so much noise that I didn't even hear the web abductor chime!" she laughed. "This way, Sweetie. Come, sit down." She took his arm and led him, like a child, across the room to a dark red, velvet sofa which he thankfully sunk down in to. As he closed his eyes for a brief moment to clear his head, he heard the clink of glass and splash of liquid.
"Have a sip There now...." he heard as she tilted the small glass towards his lips, "Feel better? You must be up for the survey, you know." she giggled.
Brandy. Of course. How did he know. Garnet's favorite drink is brandy...
"But..." he swallowed, puzzled, not being able to remember anything about a survey, "I didn't..."
"Yes you did." Garnet contradicted, "You clicked on the link. Remember? And then it brought you here like magic." she paused and thought for a second, "Though it's not like magic, because it is magic. Magic transportation to Garnet's Virtual Salon." she concluded smugly.
That's right, he thought. He had been visiting Garnet's Virtual Salon... though not like this- it was... a blog site that sometimes had cute stuff worth looking at... he had finished reading the latest... something about cold stars and warm kisses.... and then he clicked to exit... or at least that's what he thought he did...
But suddenly... it was like a roller-coaster ride. And when it ended, there was Garnet... and her guitar. And a soft sofa. And brandy. And... a survey?
"Well..." Garnet mused, "It's not so much a survey as it is... mm... performance art, I guess you could call it. But it's all to prove a point. I know a lady..." she continued, "who says, 'You've seen one, you've seen them all.' And I'm out to prove her wrong. I figure they must at least be as different as finger prints are... And so, you see, I'm out to gather evidence. You know. Take pictures... measurements... quantify response to stimulation..." Garnet paused, smiling with anticipation.
"And then," she concluded, "...I'll write a little verse about each one. A four line verse. I figure if each one is different enough to stimulate it's own verse, then that should blow the 'seen one, seen all' theory out of the water!" she giggled.
"One more sip..." she whispered as she tilted the glass to his lips again, "Come now... this way..." She rose and led him through an arch that served as the entrance to a corridor which was lined with doors. After a half dozen steps, she stopped in front of one, on which was fastened a metal plate engraved with the words "Survey Room." She opened the door and motioned him in...
A bedroom. The Survey Room was a bedroom.
Garnet entered the room behind him, and closed the door, backing against it until it latched. She wriggled a little, and the silky sapphire robe that she wore cascaded down to the floor like a waterfall. "Oh!" she exclaimed, "Goosebumps! It's a little chilly in here. I'll fix that." She skipped naked across the room to what he assumed was the thermostat, twiddled with it for a second or two, and then returned to him.
"Your turn!" she chirrped as she un-buttoned his shirt and slipped it off his shoulders.
"And now..." Garnet ran and jumped enthusiastically onto the bed. Lying on her stomach and leaning on her elbows, she faced him. "C'mere." she commanded, "Time to unwrap my present." she giggled.
"Mm..." She smiled with delight, "It's happy to see me! Now down to business."
"First the Kiss Test..." *kisses up and down*
"Now the Lick Test..." *licks up and down* "Mm! Delicious!" she exclaimed.
"Now a picture or two...lie down while I fluff you up, Sweetie..." *lick, lick...suck, suck* "There now. Straight and tall." she concluded with a satisfied tone as she reached for the camera which was sitting ready on the night stand, "...don't need the 'macro' function for this one!" she laughed, snapping away at different angles.
"Are you ready..." she whispered as she put down the camera and kissed his lips, "...to be..." the traveling lips now down to his chest, "...devoured?"
Ready or not, devour him she did. Voraciously.
"There now." he heard her say through a miasma of pleasure that the act of being devoured had cast upon him, "Aren't you glad you agreed to take part in my survey? One thing only remains. A little poem..." she kissed his forehead, "You nap while I write."
Out like a light.
And when he awoke he was... in his own bed. "Was I dreaming?" he puzzled aloud. Then, twisting to sit up in bed he saw a pink piece of paper flutter to the floor. He reached for it, and read... "One of a kind, Best in show, Delicious to suck, Delightful to blow. Love, Garnet."
.
She was playing guitar and singing.
Or at least trying to.
He blinked, as his eyes adjusted to the dim light of Garnet's Virtual Salon.
The music stopped.
"Hey there, Honey!" Garnet exclaimed as she rose to greet him, "Thanks for agreeing to be part of my survey. You OK?" she asked, looking concerned as he wobbled slightly, still a little woozy from the unconventional transport experience, "I was making so much noise that I didn't even hear the web abductor chime!" she laughed. "This way, Sweetie. Come, sit down." She took his arm and led him, like a child, across the room to a dark red, velvet sofa which he thankfully sunk down in to. As he closed his eyes for a brief moment to clear his head, he heard the clink of glass and splash of liquid.
"Have a sip There now...." he heard as she tilted the small glass towards his lips, "Feel better? You must be up for the survey, you know." she giggled.
Brandy. Of course. How did he know. Garnet's favorite drink is brandy...
"But..." he swallowed, puzzled, not being able to remember anything about a survey, "I didn't..."
"Yes you did." Garnet contradicted, "You clicked on the link. Remember? And then it brought you here like magic." she paused and thought for a second, "Though it's not like magic, because it is magic. Magic transportation to Garnet's Virtual Salon." she concluded smugly.
That's right, he thought. He had been visiting Garnet's Virtual Salon... though not like this- it was... a blog site that sometimes had cute stuff worth looking at... he had finished reading the latest... something about cold stars and warm kisses.... and then he clicked to exit... or at least that's what he thought he did...
But suddenly... it was like a roller-coaster ride. And when it ended, there was Garnet... and her guitar. And a soft sofa. And brandy. And... a survey?
"Well..." Garnet mused, "It's not so much a survey as it is... mm... performance art, I guess you could call it. But it's all to prove a point. I know a lady..." she continued, "who says, 'You've seen one, you've seen them all.' And I'm out to prove her wrong. I figure they must at least be as different as finger prints are... And so, you see, I'm out to gather evidence. You know. Take pictures... measurements... quantify response to stimulation..." Garnet paused, smiling with anticipation.
"And then," she concluded, "...I'll write a little verse about each one. A four line verse. I figure if each one is different enough to stimulate it's own verse, then that should blow the 'seen one, seen all' theory out of the water!" she giggled.
"One more sip..." she whispered as she tilted the glass to his lips again, "Come now... this way..." She rose and led him through an arch that served as the entrance to a corridor which was lined with doors. After a half dozen steps, she stopped in front of one, on which was fastened a metal plate engraved with the words "Survey Room." She opened the door and motioned him in...
A bedroom. The Survey Room was a bedroom.
Garnet entered the room behind him, and closed the door, backing against it until it latched. She wriggled a little, and the silky sapphire robe that she wore cascaded down to the floor like a waterfall. "Oh!" she exclaimed, "Goosebumps! It's a little chilly in here. I'll fix that." She skipped naked across the room to what he assumed was the thermostat, twiddled with it for a second or two, and then returned to him.
"Your turn!" she chirrped as she un-buttoned his shirt and slipped it off his shoulders.
"And now..." Garnet ran and jumped enthusiastically onto the bed. Lying on her stomach and leaning on her elbows, she faced him. "C'mere." she commanded, "Time to unwrap my present." she giggled.
"Mm..." She smiled with delight, "It's happy to see me! Now down to business."
"First the Kiss Test..." *kisses up and down*
"Now the Lick Test..." *licks up and down* "Mm! Delicious!" she exclaimed.
"Now a picture or two...lie down while I fluff you up, Sweetie..." *lick, lick...suck, suck* "There now. Straight and tall." she concluded with a satisfied tone as she reached for the camera which was sitting ready on the night stand, "...don't need the 'macro' function for this one!" she laughed, snapping away at different angles.
"Are you ready..." she whispered as she put down the camera and kissed his lips, "...to be..." the traveling lips now down to his chest, "...devoured?"
Ready or not, devour him she did. Voraciously.
"There now." he heard her say through a miasma of pleasure that the act of being devoured had cast upon him, "Aren't you glad you agreed to take part in my survey? One thing only remains. A little poem..." she kissed his forehead, "You nap while I write."
Out like a light.
And when he awoke he was... in his own bed. "Was I dreaming?" he puzzled aloud. Then, twisting to sit up in bed he saw a pink piece of paper flutter to the floor. He reached for it, and read... "One of a kind, Best in show, Delicious to suck, Delightful to blow. Love, Garnet."
.
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