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Mountain Views
Posted:Apr 11, 2016 4:51 pm
Last Updated:Jul 31, 2018 11:51 am
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I will be changing the photo from time to time. So stop by, pull up a chair and have a cup of coffee..
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Maybe just a dream?
Posted:Jan 25, 2018 7:07 pm
Last Updated:Jan 8, 2022 7:25 pm
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Maybe just a dream?
She was perfect, knowing what I needed even in times when I didn’t know myself. Making me feel, not only more than I am, but like that I was the center of the world she gives. I could not imagine not wanting to give back more than what was given. For it was not a night of toys or ropes or anything of that type of gimmick.
For it was a time of just giving. Slow and passionate, eyes penetrating. The gift of the waves just passing overwhelmed by just their moment almost disbelieving. Leaving each to soft kisses, longing in the eyes and knowing of the passion given. of many I suppose, but tonight with the moonlight silhouetting her body, watching as my hands covered her form. Vanilla I suppose, yet more erotic than any form I know. She, as only she does, gave her all to me. And left me wanting yet again.
But as she curled up around me, she sighed and whispered how loved she felt. My arms tightened her closer next to me. As I whispered in her ear: “Little , here is where you should be.” I heard her breathing soften, watched as the motion of the wind swept trees, shadowed over her face and sweat glistened body. The softness of her curved skin pressed to mine.
Curling up amid her hairs tresses, breathing in the nape of her neck. Knowing that in the morning would be the same. As we started the day yet again, together and entwined, ing the music that is for all time. as , moving through the day. Touching, wanting the games to be ed.
Wonderment in that which is held as I drift off to sleep, of that which can be or….
Maybe just a dream
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A fun time
Posted:Oct 25, 2017 2:06 pm
Last Updated:Mar 11, 2018 6:34 am
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It’s a fun time.
When one forgets the reality and is left to dream. Visions of wellbeing, of touch and being touched. Leaving the reality behind for just a moment to allow the dreams to play through. Where the world stands still and the talk is honest and sincere. Where bathing in the warmth of each other’s soul is more meaningful than anything faced in reality. To know that at this moment in time we are right where we should be. We are doing that which is needed by the other and derive pleasure therein.
Humble in that which is given, for it is indeed a gift. All too often perceived as normal, when in fact it is more often just a fleeting moment. Something to be cherished, to hold onto after reality creeps in. To be given that moment, far too precious not to hold close. To remember, always remember.
You gave me that moment, when time stood still. Feeling that I was the center of the cosmos and bathed in its warmth. But reality came to be and we answered her call leaving only the memory. That which is tucked back in the recesses of our mind. To be brought forth of its time when you and I made time stop and were free.
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An afternoon....write
Posted:Sep 18, 2017 2:06 pm
Last Updated:Jan 8, 2022 7:26 pm
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The “Date” bucket
Like the life bucket list, we both have, this one was for other things. The rules were simple: Something that you wanted to do: ie go to the mountains for a picnic, go see a movie, a particular role play or simply a road trip. Not something that needs planning just something you or I would like to do together. Spur of the moment. Now, either can call for a bucket “date” and implementation of that “date” was a soon as possible.
So we got an old jar and with sticky notes we each wrote our “dates” and stuck it in the jar. Not telling the other what the note contained. Such notes can be added at any time as a “date” was envisioned.
Mike (brother in law) had sent me a message the night before that he could use some help in the hayfield. That morning as we lay together sipping our coffee and stealing soft kisses and warm caresses. We talked about how my day would go. How nothing started until the dew had dissipated (usually around 10am) and that depending on the hay I would be back sometime midafternoon not stopping for lunch. As the forecast was for rain, the next day and I knew I wouldn’t be need in the hay fields I suggested a “date”. You smiled and agreed, so I got up and went to get the jar. I could feel your eyes as I walked naked into the kitchen to retrieve the jar from atop the fridge. I smiled as your eyes were not on mine as I walked back and presented the jar for your selection. You reached in and handed me the selected note. I opened and smiled, as it simply said “Chair”. I smiled and handed it to you and you smiled. I took you in my arms and the kiss was long and filled with wanting. My hand reached down and I was pleased that you were wet. “Be ready” was all I said as I dressed for the field.
The time passed so slowly because my mind was on the chair. At times making me hard just thinking of how it would go. Knowing that you were watching the road out front to see me drive in, thinking that which I was also thinking. I had grown up in the hayfields swathing hay as I was doing today. Second nature, allowing the mind to wander. Thinking how I would play with that wonderful body, the scent of you, the taste of your lips, the feel of that silky skin and the moans I would force from your lips.
Normally Sara makes lunch for the hay crew after we are done for the day. Sitting around talking about the crop or the weather eating sandwiches or stew or burritos. But today, I said I had lunch waiting and could not help but smile. Jumping in old Blue I drove home. Thinking I would be met at the door.
“Where are you?” and I hear “In here” coming from the dining room. I walk around the corner and I see you kneeling there. I stop and just enjoy the sight, growing hard as I do so. You kneel in front of the chair, wearing only a garter belt, thigh highs and High heels. You look up and see the bulge in my pants and smile, holding out your hands one wrist crossing the other. The counter top chair has pillows stacked on it so your hips will be the same height as mine. On the table are my ropes and a blind fold. I reach down and pull you up. You come into my arms as my hands grab your ass pulling you up as your legs wrap around my hips. You grind your pussy over my hardness as we kiss long and deep.
I set you back down on the chair and place the blindfold over your eyes. You hook your heels into the foot rests of the chair, wrap your arms behind the back and scoot down so your hips are on the edge. I spend a moment enjoying the pleasure offered. I tie your hands and then feet to the back legs of the chair. Then go to the bedroom to get what I had been thinking of while in the hay field.

Bringing back the ear plugs and a toy. But before I put the ear plugs in I whisper in your ear to be quiet or I will go get the gag. Placing the blindfold over your eyes. I then start nibbling on your neck as my hands fondle breasts and pinch nipples. Enjoying the sound of the moans escaping your lips. The next thing you feel is my tongue on your clit as you try to squeeze your bound thighs. I suck in you clit and let it slip back through my teeth. Your moans are faster now as my tongue plays. But we were just getting started. I leave you right on the edge. Heart pounding thighs clenching lust needing satisfaction. I left and got a sandwich eating it while enjoying you sitting there. Watching as the shivers running down your sides subside. Then I turned on the toy placed it on your pussy, using the rest of the rope to tie it gently in place. After admiring my handy work I left and went and took a shower.
The shower was short, not taking the time to shave, just washing off the sweat and the dust from the hay. As I step out of the bathroom, I hear “Stop, please” coming from the chair. As I round the corner I see cum dripping off the pillow, you’re straining, trying to move the toy from your super sensitive post cum clit. I reach down and pull it out and your whole body relaxes with a loud sigh. I pull out one ear plug and whisper in your ear. Saying only: “I told you not to speak”.
My hands start roaming your body enjoying the pleasure it gives me to do so. You force your tongue into my mouth as we kiss as you know this pleases me also. I can tell that your wave is starting again and I break away. Leaving you moaning with the smell of your cum wafting in the air. My fingers wet from the playing.
You jerk back as the cold of the ice presses into your nipple. Making it hard until you feel the warmth of my tongue. My other hand is pinching and pulling your other nipple until the ice hits it. So I continue running ice followed by tongue. Over your body up and down your thighs followed by the warmth of my mouth. Then you feel it on your clit and your hips wiggle. I push what is left of the ice into your pussy while I suck your clit into my warm mouth. My fingers push into you curling flicking over that spot that drives you crazy. As the last of the water from the ice drips.
But I have played too much. I remove the blind fold and pull the slip knot releasing your arms and legs. You wrap your arms and legs around me, trailing the ropes, heels flexing your legs, raising your hips as I thrust all of me inside. There is no soft tender now just primal thrusts hard and fast, deep and long. You watch my eyes feeling me inside, clamping around me until all of me explodes into you.
I untie the rest of the rope and then finally pull out. I point to the corner and you walk over kneel and wait nose to the wall. Punishment for speaking. As my cum seeps down and although I cannot see your face I know you smile.
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It was fun
Posted:Jan 9, 2017 12:51 pm
Last Updated:Jan 8, 2022 7:23 pm
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I remember back when, in my youth, I used to bust snow drifts, just to see if I could.
Armed with steel posts, shovel, come along and jack, bundled against the cold and full tank of gas.
Going down roads long since closed due the drifts of blowing snow.
Stopping at times to measure speed then revving up and blowing through.
Spending sometimes hours getting out when I guessed wrong and got stuck.
Something I did back then because it was a challenge and fun.
Today started with a simple drive to the mailbox, when it hit me and I just had to see if busting drifts was still in me.
So stopping by the shop to get needed supplies, then off to the house to bundle up.
Grabbing water and food, making sure the phone was charged, off did blue and I go to bust some drifts.
Now there is an old county road not far from here not plowed this time of year.
No one lived up here in the winter, road winding up and down over creeks surrounded by willows and trees.
A perfect place for blue to take me. Just off the road was a little drift not big enough to put blue in 4 wheel drive.
I backed up and fish tailed though ending on the other side with a laugh and a pat on blue’s dash.
Came to the next and wallowed through, radio playing, old blue and I bucking and swaying.
Now this road is only to miles long, just at the base of timberline, through the trees it was fine.
Snow only knee deep, easy if you kept your speed, so we bounced with snow flying up the two miles of my youth.
It was evitable I suppose, to stop in front of that drift mere yards from the next maintained road.
She was a good one, tall and wide, the tip a few inches above blue’s hood. Crusted on top but fluffy inside.
So I stopped and ate a sandwich, while thinking about options. I could easily turn around.
The road back already broken or I could go forward and get stuck. Off to the side was an Aspen tree.
Not to far in front of me and past the drift. I had my two inch rope pulleys and come along. Just enough.
I finished my sandwich and drank some water, wondering to myself if I was still that tough.
But then I knew what I came up here for, so I laid out the lines in preparation then backed up.
Put blue in drive and then power jacked into the drift. Only to back up and hit it again.
Had to stop and clean the packed snow out of the radiator, to dig out and put branches under the tires.
I busted through the tip and saw gravel on the other side, thinking I got this, with pride.
So backing up on road made of tree, I rammed back into that drift in front of me
Just on the other side was a dip in the road and under my tires nothing but snow.
So I dug and gathered branches, hooked up pulley and come along and proceed to jack myself out.
Now old blue was buried to her frame but the inside was mostly fluff, so I dug , jacked and pulled.
Making a road of branch and stick. And slowly I pulled blue through, until once again we were on solid footing.
I opened the tail gate, threw the stuff in and then just sat and looked at where I had been.
Like the pilgrimage to that high mountain lake, sometime you just have to take that leap of faith.
To see if you still have what it takes. To do that what you once did, just to live again.
I will sleep well tonight and awake with aches. Aches of living life, not of sorrow.
Knowing that at least for today, age did not step in the way. For I took a leap for me.
To hell with reality.
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Just a write
Posted:Sep 10, 2016 8:45 pm
Last Updated:Mar 28, 2024 5:26 pm
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There is but one life and each will do with what they may.
Seeking their own path, and paying what they must pay.
Remember this, as you walk along this path.
That there is no forgiveness, of what you do or say.
When you laugh or when you pray.
In the end there is only you that which you have dealt.
Regardless of whatever YOU have felt.
For if there is forever and for You in that moment and for all time.
And only you can decide whether to toe the line.
Then you must grasp at the hearts vine.
If you are worthy and have earned that right.
Then you shall know heavens delight.
But if your untrue in hearts belief, then only sorrow will you reap.
To once again, search for naught that which you will never keep.
And search and search for nothing for that which you seek.
For only to let go and wish for whom you may meet.
If the then and only there, will you truly find yourself
Are you brave enough to evaluate self?
Will you find that, which you look for and which you truly need.
I hope that you find such and my words strike a spark.
And that if what I have written hits your mark.
And that morning when the birds sing, you have found the bliss of your searching.
For there is many things of worth in this short life, is there anything worth more than sharing it with that ONE?
There is only one short life to live. How will you spend it before your gone?
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Tempest
Posted:Jun 25, 2016 11:22 am
Last Updated:Jun 26, 2016 6:31 pm
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It was the grey of the evening. Thick storm clouds swirled over our heads. That old wooden awning protecting us from the light rain that had started to fall. Once the winds had ceased I had gone in and brought back two light rain coats. Donning mine as I sat down and reached for your hand. I had lived to long here not to know what was coming. Settling in to watch it unfold.
There were holes in the clouds as the sun set. Shining rays of orange and yellow, like a spot light, unto the wave of black heading our way. Flashes of lightning bouncing from cloud to cloud like photographers taking pictures of the star entering the stage.
She was in rage and true to her form she was heard long before I could see her wraith. For up here where the air is thin and the valley so narrow, the thunder rolls between two ranges of mountains. Contained within those granite sentinels unable to dissipate or escape. Like the sound of a horn makes when driving through a tunnel.
We turned our chairs to face her, though moving back to the opposite side of this small porch. Hand clasping hand, smelling the rain soaked air. Hearing as the drops got bigger splashing against the tin roof. It was then that the wind suddenly calmed, just a light rain falling. Only the dim light from inside making your face visible. I turned and looked at you and said: “Here she comes.”
No sooner had the words cleared my lips when the brilliant flash of light up everything, touching the ground but a few hundred yards from where we sat. The instantaneous clap of thunder ringing in our ears. I laughed as you jumped and clenched hard on my hand. But the first was followed by one after another. A barrage of light and sound. The rain now pouring off the tin in front of us adding its splashing sounds as if a background chorus needed to complete the symphony. It was raw and primal, we watched, heard, breathed it all in, you and I, sitting there hand in hand.
She left as fast as she came, rolling down the valley, leaving a trail of thunder, flashes of light and rain on the tin in her wake. I stood and pulled you up by our clasped hands. What better way to make homage than in a warm bed under a tin roof being pounded with rain.
Mother Nature had shown us her elemental fury, now let us provide our own.
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