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Thursday, July 02, 2009

Like the wheels on this locomotive we go around and around. Down the isle we walk hand in hand to the end of this train. Connecting arms that spin round keep this thing on going. Car after car going past the sleepers and diners to get to the rear. Our steam builds and releases upon the forward thrust as we go into the bar. The repeating clack of friction as the wheels turns hard and fast. Table side we laugh and smile at the simple joy of each others company. Turned on by your dimples those were cause by the crease to the side of my eyes. Fingertips tumble into each other and the innocents of it all seems clear. The wants for the experience of one another long to be free. Your fur collar seems to frame your face and your jacket holds the secret well of your physic. The power of our connection is the power that makes the world go round. Shy eyes turn in an attempt to hide the wants that you wear on your face. My smirk shows that my wants are for less of conversation and instead a trip into each others arms. As you lean into remove a piece of lent from my coat, I wipe your bangs from your eyes. Like pushing open curtains to the greatest show on earth and you just stare back. The pools deep that hold the desires you can and will fulfill. Late and the room empties, leaving us to chat with the feelings to ourselves. Hours go by uninterrupted but for the tender checking on our needs from time to time. You ask for me to tell you it all, you want me to reveal a story to you. I stumble as I start to speak and your fingers cover my lips. Not here, you say as you stand to lead us back to our room. The long walk is wobbly with the taste of whiskey still on the back of my tongue. With a squeeze of my hand you look back from the lead to give me a smirk of your own. Once at our door you force me up against it and put your lips so very close to mine. You work your hands into my pocket to fetch out the key and smile again. Into the lock you place metal to turn us into our private space. Even dimly lit the crisp bed sheets are clear in middle of the cramped space. Into the shower with you, you say and you start to tare my tuxedo jacket from my back. You remove my bow tie before I can say a word. The pearl white buttons fly across the room and bounce off the walls and my shirt is thrown to the floor. On your knees you work to unbuckle my pants but are looking into my eyes. You drop my trousers and place your index’s into my waist band and lower my britches. Nude now I stand before you as you stand and turn to have me unzip your dress. With my fingers I slide the zipper down and help it off of you. Lips press firm and part quick as our furry is let loose upon one another. Quick hand run to find the spot to pull close and kneed. Then with your hand into my chest you step away and into the water closet and turn the knob full hot. Streams of water spray from the fixture and beats upon the teak wood floor. Steam forms fast and fills the space that barely accommodates for one. But still my hand you grab and pull me into the cramped quarters our nude flesh touch’s just with a slight mist of the down pour. Wildly our faces move mirror of each other as our tongues lap at the lust we share. My legs angled my back against the wall you almost sit atop me. Our bodies move as if, but for now there is only our mouths doing any penetration. Slick our flesh slides over each other no tension or pressure just two bodies doing what nature tells. Spinning you around in our confinement, pressing your chest against the side wall, I take your back. The back of your neck in my face and my groin against your ass, our moves continue. Little light comes through and gets mixed with the steam to blur my view. But I know right were your body is and just how it works. One hand on your hips and the other mitt grabs the back of your drenched hair and pulls your neck to the side, giving access to your pleasure. Teeth rake your skin, soft, and leaves red marks to your collar bone. I can feel your legs quiver with anticipation as you wait for my entrance, but it does not come. Lurching down the track my body rocks to and fro up against yours with the rhythm hard in my head. No hiding your wants you let out descriptions of acts you want to perform and positions you want to form. Out of the shower and into the bed we crawl, our lips barely parting. Between your thighs and my chest to yours we move slow. My shaft moving your lips to the sides to allow it to plow back and forth with ease. Just outside of you, my body wants and throbs for the pleasures you will bring. Smashed against me your body writhes beneath my weight. I enter slow and you can feel as I push in and pull you apart. My width clear as you open your legs to help me in. Holding to give your body a chance your hands wrap me and prod me along. Moving only my hips I rock back and slide further with your words escaping through our kiss. Moving my own palms to your back side to pull it up to me. Looking up from your face to drive further, I see out the window that the world is speeding by as our time is still. Plunging deep, you take my length and grin with satisfaction with all of me. Pleased yet you continue to circle your hips around my member, drawing out of me feelings I have not known. You face straight on to mine as we make our way down these tracks. Motionless but my hips still dance in and out while moving left and in again. Rolling over suddenly I pull your body atop of me, your legs still lay next to mine. There is that smile and you push off your toes to keep the motions moving. From down here I see your body move to sit atop me. With the bottoms of your feet on the bed now your face finds that smirk you have when you think you’re in control. Hand on each others chest you find the rhythm quick. Broken up by the quivering that shakes your body is the only rest you take. Driving your hips down onto my shaft at a rapid pace, looking me deep in my eyes. Your hold on me tight, hot, and slick I have to tense my body to stop from finishing. Losing the ability to make this is just for me you tremble and force your movements. Soaking my body you lose control again and it is more than I can take. My hand pull you down as my hips push you up in rhythm and force with the pistons of the engines. Pumping fast we go even after you feel me release myself inside you deep and you onto me. Drawing out the end you finally collapse onto my sweat soaked body. The warmth of our flesh on one another sends chills down both. The cabin car continues to rock, your head on my shoulder, with me still inside. Cool conditioned air squirrels around us and our breathing starts to slow. With a tug of the sheets and a kiss on my neck, I feel you drift off to dream about something less real. Words of compassion and love drift from your lips as you drift off to sleep. My fingertips trace patterns on your back until I join you there. My thoughts of only the unreal I just enjoyed and the love that you create in every moment we share.