“Where’s Keith?” I asked him. 

“He called out.” 

“It’s just you and me then?”

“It is.”  I worked quickly, and the two of us had everything put away by six o’clock.

“Looks like we have an hour to kill.”

“Wonder what we can do in an hour…” I muttered, knowing exactly what we could do in an hour.

“Hmmm?”

“I was thinking we could get the cooler cleaned up now, since the milk and eggs should be delivered tomorrow.”

“Oh. That’s a good idea.”  I didn’t talk for close to 10 minutes.  I kept trying.  Between the two of us, the work in the cooler got done quickly as well.

“Looks good.”

“Yeah ya do.” I joked before I could stop myself.  He looked at me with a raised eyebrow.

“Sorry.” I fidgeted with my hands and turned away.

“For?”

“That, um…I wasn’t supposed to say that.” He smiled at me, and put a hand on my shoulder as he walked out of the cooler.  I could imagine what he was thinking. ‘What a sweet little kid.’

He didn’t ignore me. If he ignored me I could’ve thought he got tempted.  He pretended it didn’t happen though. 

I tried to forget it myself.

Shortly after we opened, a gorgeous woman with auburn hair came in.  She smiled at me at me shyly as she placed her coffee and newspaper on the counter.

“Have you worked here long?”

“No, I just started recently.”

“Well then, I hope to see more of you.” I just smiled at her.

He came down from his office while I was handing her the bag of groceries.

“Hey sweety.”

“Hey babe.”

“She thinks I’m good looking.” He whispered to the gorgeous brunette.

“Does she?” She shrugged, “You’re alright.”

He’s a busy man, even if the retail store he runs is small.  I didn’t see him the rest of the day, until I was almost ready to leave at 4:30.

“Don’t leave yet.”

5:00 came around.  The brunette was back.  She had dark chocolate eyes, olive skin, dark, shining, wavy hair.

“So,” she began, “You have the hots for my husband?”

“What?” I stammered, “No! I mean, not like he’s not good looking but…”

“Hey, it’s OK, Why don’t you come with us.” I stopped to figure out if she was playing a trick on me. 

“Only because you’re gorgeous.”  I replied, hedging my bets. 

I rode in the back seat.  I was nervously trying to figure out what I should do. 

Almost immediately after walking through the door, he took his shirt off. 

The wiry hair on his chest matched his salt and pepper hair.  He had a perfect tan, he looked as though he never wore his shirt once he left work.  His jeans fit him just right, hugging his ass.  He casually stripped his jeans off, and his black briefs, as if he were undressing for a shower.

“You like him.” She said, as she took off her blouse, now wearing a skirt and a pale pink camisole.  “You take care of him.”

I knelt down on the floor in front of the bed wear he was sitting.  She was rubbing his shoulders.  I kissed his inner thighs awkwardly at first, caressing his thighs. 

“What are you doing?” he asked. I froze, wondering if it had been a joke, if I had done something wrong… “Why are you so covered up?” He reached over me, pulling off my powder blue polo shirt.  I stood up, taking off my black work pants, and returned to my knees.  She looked at my matching black satin and lace bra and panties curiously.

“That’s quite an outfit.” She commented. “Who were you hoping to get with?” I focused harder on what I was doing to him, and pretended I hadn’t heard her.

I kissed up and down his shaft for a moment before sucking on it enthusiastically.  He breathed heavily, moaning lightly, closing his eyes.  He became more and more excited…and she decided she was done allowing me to be the one to excite him.

“Why don’t you lay down babe?” He lay down in the bed, and she began to blow him.  I didn’t wait for orders this time.  I knelt behind her, and began kissing her pussy, caressing her lips lightly with my tongue.  I drove it into her, and pulled it out lightly, then kissed it as if it were the mouth of a lover.  She began moving more quickly on him as I made her scream.  I saw his toes curling as he moaned more and more loudly.  He held tightly to her hair and came n her mouth.  She began tensing rhythmically, as I drank her delicious juices. When she could no longer handle it, she fell forward, lying next to him in bed. I lied down on the other side of him, and we drifted off.

Sometimes she wondered. How far would I go? She thought about the kind of man who would release all her inhibitions. What would he look like? What would his touch feel like? Would he caress softly or would he demand? What was the key that would unlock her mystery?

She waited dormant; a deep breath before the release. Where is he she wondered? She lived and went through the motions of existence; untouched, sensuality untapped, promise lost. She wanted to scale the heights and dangle on the precipice. He could bring her to the brink and then back in ecstasy.

Deep soul searching kisses, gazes revealing secrets, vulnerabilities and strength. Hearts beating in rhythm; the stroke, the thrust, the cry, the completion. No fear, regrets, limits and no hesitation. Skin on skin, bodies caressing. Ashes. She asks herself again....

How far?

My Soul’s Desire is the Second Home of the Sensualist.  My Soul’s Desire is an effort to bring the Sensualist back to the masses.  Many already know me by my stories.  For those of you who don’t, I am starting back at the beginning…

Sexy Moves: Creamy Showers

Sleeping in or getting up early; either way a hot shower with you is always a treat.  After lathering our bodies until they are all slick and soapy you can sit back and enjoy the show. 

I prefer the masculine scent of men’s shaving cream over the fruity options in women’s cream, so I like using yours.  You settle in on the floor of the shower, so I can prop up my leg up on your knee.  With a handful of creamy goodness in my palm I slather my leg from my ankles to the crux of my inner thigh so there is no chance of missing a single spot.  Long carefully strokes of the razor remove the masculine cream revealing the feminine curve of my leg. Once I finish my legs it is time to move on to the interesting, most delicate part you have patiently waited for…my pussy.  I may prefer Brazilian waxes, but a good old fashioned shave heightens the senses every now and again. 

With me straddling over your legs you have the perfect view of my pink clit and pussy.  With another dollop of shaving cream in my hands I offer it to you and then rinse my hands.  I watch as you place your palm over my mound and carefully slip your fingers over my outer lips, gliding softly, barely touching, arousing me with your gentle touch.  I twinge with desire.  You take your hand away and slide it down my smooth leg, over my knee and calf to your own twitching cock.  I watch, pleased. 

My fingers slip between my pussy lips, opening them to a ‘V’ shape.  Ever so carefully I take the first easy glide of the razor over my most sensitive of spots.  Then I repeat, over and over again, each time slipping my finger over the area checking for smoothness.  Each time my fingers slip between my pussy lips, my arousal deepens until my slippery juices mingle with the shaving cream that is swiftly disappearing.  I watch as your cock stiffens and your hand glides up and down the length of it.  My pussy spasms with delight.  My fingers deepen their touch along my swollen lips as I watch you.  I can fell them swell as the heat rises within them.  I want to feel your cock slide between my lips before delving within my creamy center

I slide down to your knees, still straddling you.  Your cock tickles at the nub of my pink clit.  You guide your slippery head along my slit, teasing at my opening.  I offer my breast to you and you take my nipple lightly between your teeth, tempting the tip with your tongue.  I let out a small whimper as you take my breast in fully.  Leaning back, I tip my pussy forward and slide down, impaling myself on your thick, hard cock.  The vibration of your groan ripples through my breast and reverberates to my pussy.  I roll and swirl my hips as I move my pussy along your cock, feeling my ass bounce easily along your thighs.   You are on fire between my legs and then you come in a surge of creamy thunder swelling inside me, sparking my orgasm and we go over the edge together until we are no more than a crumpled heap saturated in sweat, orgasmic bliss and shower steam. 

It all started the typical way. He came in to get his coffee every evening after work. “You guys are like my second family,” Bryan say. Many years ago he had given up the bottle and taken on the coffee bean instead. He was one of many regulars we knew by name and drink.

Often we talked on my breaks but our flirtations always seemed innocent. We were family after all, and flirting kept the tip jar full. It’s funny how things can turn on a dime. I had just told him that my boyfriend had moved out. “When did this happen?” he asked.

“Oh a couple months ago. We had grown apart so it was time. I can’t deal with boredom and stagnation and he just wanted a normal, simple relationship.”
“Sounds like me. Although maybe my relationship is a little bit too simple. I can’t seem to get laid lately,” Bryan said.

“Come on, you’re married. Tell me your wife isn’t all over you.” Suddenly the flirtatious vibe between us seemed to become more serious. His eyes glistened with a mischievous blue glow and I felt drawn to touch him.

“Nope. Last night I got home from a softball game at 9pm and Jessica was already asleep. I got stuck masturbating in the shower…again.”

“Shoot, I’ll take you right now. She doesn’t know what she’s missing. There aren’t so many sexy guys like you over 40 in this town.”

Bryan tried to hide that he was taken aback and stay smooth. “Well you only have a couple minutes left on your break, I need more time than that to sex you up.”

I laughed, “I guess that depends on how long it’s really been for you.” I got up and went back to work, still grappling with what had just happened. Suddenly I couldn’t stop wondering what he looked like naked and how good he would be in bed. I usually went for the younger guys but it could be interesting to find out what sex was like with a man nearly 10 years my senior. And it didn’t hurt that he was married and that made it oh so deliciously dangerous.

This is as it should be; needing
no comment from us, who speak
in syllables of silence and deceit:
the past a death we live through,
hand in hand with each stalled move.

I take your sigh, place the wish
upon my neck; the embrace
sets free the night and day, we
hold the light against dead time:
love, call the miracle to task again.

©Dean J. Baker

orange night mucous
neon pink glow of skin alight and
smiling under the haze of that orange night.

the electro-lights, under the glimmering simmer of summer
unto roads paved black, a light black.
shiver, she shivers, teeth clicking, clattering.
flesh steaming orange night mucous
neon pink alights the depths of the woods.
this night.

Oh, um, hello.

Yes, I am still here. No, I did not drown in the waters off of the Ihilani Resort, nor did I fall to my death while ziplining Haleakala Crater on Maui, nor did I slit my wrists in a bathtub in the Pagoda Hotel. (Although, actually, each of those things could have occurred, as I was in all of those places over the last three weeks, just not in those dire circumstances.) Yes, I am still here, attempting to organize a transpacific / transcontinental move, job hunt while thousands of miles away, and (once again) jump-start my inspiration and writing. I started with the easiest one: jump-starting my inspiration and writing.

Often I find that the best way for me to do that is to take a stab at writing material that is out of the ordinary for me. So when a contributor to Retour LA, an adult blog about which I had already read, since Twitter is all agog with news of it, asked me to contribute a piece, I thought, "Huh. Well, hardcore gay pornography is definitely not your usual material. Let's do it." My first contribution, "Ananke", went up last evening. It's the first in a series of ten pieces, entitled, appropriately, "Curious Affairs". I have not written porn in a long time, so I would be interested to read any critique anyone has to send my way (assuming anyone is brave enough to read it). I believe mine is the first gay male "voice" to appear over there, so I have my smutty literary fingers crossed for at least a mildly positive reception.

This is not a "Remainders" entry per se, but I did want to record three amazing projects I have seen over the last few days that definitely deserve attention.

I read about the David Byrne and Brian Eno project "Everything That Happens Will Happen Today" awhile ago, and was so excited to read yesterday that the deluxe edition CD (designed by Stefan Sagmeister) will also include a Hillman Curtis film regarding the project. Watch the film promo here. Buy the entire package here. It sounds awesome. [Via SwissMiss.]

Anyone who knows me well knows that Shepard Fairey resides in my Graphic Design Pantheon. So I was astounded when I found a link that took me to NOTCOT.com's photographic tour of the interior of Fairey's design studio. I always love seeing the working spaces of designers I admire, and this was certainly no exception, as the space (and the photographs) were abundant with detail and inspiration. [Via Brand Flakes For Breakfast.]

Finally, the latest addition to my arsenal of "Things To Listen To / Watch To Make Me Feel Happy" weaponry, the University LipDub project. Originally conceived by six students at the Faculty of Digital Media at the Hochschule Furtwangen University in Germany, more than sixty people spent an entire semester conceptualizing, planning, and producing this five-minute lipdub. Oh, and did I mention? It is a single shot. You can check it out above, and see more about the project on the project page of their website. Truly awesome project. [Via UnBeige.]

And that is pretty much it, for now. I hope that I can maintain a more regular blogging schedule beginning with this post. But with all of the things I have to worry about over the coming five weeks? My next blog may just be from Central Park. Heh.

My Soul’s Desire is the Second Home of the Sensualist.  My Soul’s Desire is an effort to bring the Sensualist back to the masses.  Many already know me by my stories.  For those of you who don’t, I am starting back at the beginning…

Sexy Moves: Oiled Up

Before I get ready for a photo shoot I shower, shave, take the time to put on my makeup just perfect and then rub in lots of moisturizer.  But I don’t stop there.  The last step for my body is massage oil.  It is just a sheer layer for that extra sheen for the camera.  It photographs so nicely.  I use the same massage oil that I use on you.  It gets me thinking of you as I lie there for the camera positioning myself and what I would like to be doing with you and that oil.

As I was looking through my photos this one struck a nerve in me.  The nerve that ripples up and down my spine to my toes and finger tips and makes my nipples erect and perky.  That is the particular last nerve I especially love for you to get on.  Or get me off on.  Either way.  Mmmm…works for me. 

What I like to do with the massage oil is work it into your chest and all over your pecs, massaging my fingers into your ribs and down your sides until my hands are along your hips.  I like to grasp your butt within my hands, digging in until I leave marks, but not inflicting any real pain.  Leaning over you as I have to, to reach under you, my breasts graze against your erection.  Did I mention I already have you stripped nude before me?  You are warm and smooth, hard beneath my soft breasts. 

My fingers slide over your thighs and my thumbs circle as my fingers glide up engulfing your cock.  The massage oil makes you more slippery than usual, silken to the touch.  I use both my hands to circle your erect cock, gliding up the length, skimming beneath the rim with my thumbs and stealing the creamy moisture you allow to escape at the tip for me.  I bend and swipe at your luscious swollen tip with my tongue.   You taste salty and warm.  While the pleasure would be sweet to take my time tempting you with my tongue, fingertips and palms, where I would like you most is somewhere entirely different.

With your cock so smooth and silken and my body equally as oiled, I want to feel you gliding between my cheeks before slipping inside my folds.  If I stand bent at the rail with you behind me, your cock would fit so perfectly slipping between my cheeks.  I can almost feel your heat at the small of my back as it floods off your head as you thrust slowly.  Your pulse will quicken and your breath will grow shallow as you try to hold back your orgasm.  I’ll wiggle into you, standing on my tip toes, pointing my ass higher so you can slide your cock deep within my pussy with one thrust.  You gather your arm around my chest holding me tight for balance.  For a moment there is stillness…

And then you move full on.  Thrusting.  You can not hold back.  Your eagerness to fill me as your cock moves in and out of my clenched pussy is exhilarating.   I tighten my muscles to give you the tightest fit possible and lean into you for the deepest plunge.  And then you groan and you fill me with hot cream.  Your palm covers my mound and you press into me. 

Our massage oil has been bathed in sweaty passion…

Water cascaded down her naked body, streaming over her high firm breasts, running over her firm buttocks, trickling into her most feminine places. He watched her silently, not wanting to alert her to his presence.

She poured shower gel onto a loofah and began to soap herself liberally. Water mixed with suds covering her body in the most sensual display he had ever seen. She gently rubbed the sponge first around her neck and shoulders in round motions. As she moved down her body his cock grew harder and harder.

The soapy loofah was circling her tits now, causing her nipples to stand erect and so inviting. Her eyes were closed and she moaned softly in relaxing pleasure. Her hand moved lower, gliding over her smooth tummy and down to her pussy.

The triangle of hair was neatly trimmed and topped a beautiful bald gash. Her cunt lips were slightly swollen with pleasure and he caught the slight scent of her femaleness over the fruity smell of the soap. As he looked on she began to generously soap and rub her genitals. Her hips moving slightly in a motion of pure lust.

His own hand trailed to his groin rubbing his dick almost absently through his jeans. Her other hand rubbed her breasts, gently squeezing and caressing them. He almost gasped aloud as she dropped the loofah and buried her fingers into her wet aroused slit.

She ran 3 fingers up and down her cunt lips, deep into her crevice, She picked one leg up and placed it on the water spout, he could see perfectly as she plunged first one and then two fingers into her pussy hole. She began to finger fuck herself slowly at first. Her other hand was now pinching and pulling at her large nipples, her head was thrown back in pleasure.

The speed of her stroking digits increased and her hips were now thrusting hard and fast against her wrist. All at once she cried out her release and slumped against the shower wall for a few moments. He was mesmerized as she pulled her fingers out of her sopping pussy and brought them to her lips. She sucked each one slowly tasting her own sex.

She then resumed her showering as if nothing had happened. He stood up then, deciding to make his presence known. “Good morning, precious.” He drawled with a big grin. He had slid out of his own clothes and stood before her fully nude, his erect dick standing at throbbing attention.

She saw him perfectly through the clear glass door and her face flushed as she realized that he had just watched her masturbating. “Oh God, I am so embarrassed,” she stammered crossing her arms over her chest.

He opened the door and stepped into the shower with her. “Don’t be, that was the best way to start my day. There’s only one way to make it better.” He smiled devilishly and pulled her wet body against his own. His dick pressed into her rear as he moved sensually against her.

She moaned and reached between her legs to grab his cock and guide it into her tight pussy. He cried out as he entered her velvet softness. She was hot, wet, and so tight. He knew that he would explode in climax in just a few moments.

Together they moved, his fingers were dug into her hips and her hands pressed against the shower wall. His thrusts grew deeper and faster; the feel of her cunt clinging to his hot flesh was pure ecstasy. “Fuck! I’m cumming,” she moaned out and he felt her entire body tighten around him milking his own cum from deep inside him.

With one last great stroke he filled her with his hot seed, stream after stream. She straightened up and he held her close against his chest, the warm water washing over them.

When it rains I think of wet, warm wetness.  Watching the water drops slide down the window reminds me of your juices sliding down my chest.  The time you came all over my titties, yeah you remember.  That is the night you slapped your fucking cock all over my body.  I loved every minute of it too.

Rain and wet, the sounds also can remind me of the noise you hear when you are fucking me..the sloshy sloppy sounds, not the grunting and moaning, hehe!

And lastly, my pussy!  Wet, soaked panties all day long while I remember how good your tongue felt while it fucked me.

Sanity prevails in Auckland!

Auckland City Council's last minute court battle to stop tomorrows Boobs on Bikes Parade down Queen Street has failed.

For any of you living on another planet (or another country) Boobs on Bikes is - well - it's just what it says it is.   Topless women, Harley Davidsons and 80,000 spectators on Auckland's main street.

 Yes my beloved loyal reader(s?) - Eighty Thousand.  To put this number into perspective that is..

• Twice the number of spectators at last months Bledisloe Cup game at Eden Park
• Twice the population of Timaru in the 2001 Census
• 40,000 times the number of people likely to read this article

If ya don't gonna like - Don't go!  If ya do like it - make an effort - get out there and enjoy it.

I've been watching moralists on various TV news clips - one of whom boldly claimed that the rights of pornographers to advertise have overruled the rights of families to have the afternoon out.  Bollocks.  All the court ruled is that under current NZ Law the parade is legal.  Last time I checked, I was lucky enough to live in a country that was relatively free - this ruling gives me just a little bit of hope that we will remain that way.  After the "no pies in schools" and "anti-smacking" bills passed recently, this was a victory for the freedom of Kiwis to make their own decisions.  If the families want their own parade they are legally welcome to it - there is a Teddy Bears Picnic, Santa Parade and any number of family based events annually.  What's wrong with a one off event like this?  If I had a young family I wouldn't be taking them to Queen Street tomorrow and I don't recommend anyone who may be offended does.

Will I be there?  Well - no.  Too far to travel in heavy traffic on a work day to have a perv (I can do that at a pub within 5 minutes travel on Thursdays!).  But I'm pleased the ability for me to go if I so desired was left open to me.

Congratulations to Steve Crow for fighting this all the way!

But Mr Crow - could I interest you in a few other causes?  In the last few years its been pies and smacking, then my speedway was all but shut down - I dread to thing what the PC brigade are going to take away next.  Next thing you know the bloody politicians will be charging me to fart (or have they tried that one already?)