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sweet jesus, I don't check in for a few days and each new post I check gets my heart racing a little faster and my breath a little more shallow. I'm pretty sure my pelvis retreated into the couch and one point and my beck leaned to the left in hopes of some lips, teeth or whispered instructions.

Anywho, hot knife and, I'd think "I think he may have some slight lordosis but damn those are some nice abs and how much do Iwant to run my hands through that hair, grrr damn married men!"
 
oh and that little spot near your hips, that mixture of muscle, bone and vein.....NOM, I just want to dig my nails into it.
 
So... we played Rock Band II last night. I had never played Rock Band II, nor the first one or any of it's derivatives.

I was rated "flawless" singing to Pearl Jam's Alive. I'm not sure how I feel about that. Though I will say after the song ended and the game was rating our individual performances there was a collective moment of "We really rocked the fucking shit out of that." Followed by the collective entertaining of the thought... "maybe we could pull this off... for real."
 
...and then I watched the guy on lead guitar fuck my wife.

the end.
 
...and then I watched the guy on lead guitar fuck my wife.

the end.

This is the part of the story I care about. So were you simply an observer or did you get to participate? In that particular instance or any other last night.
 
This is the part of the story I care about. So were you simply an observer or did you get to participate? In that particular instance or any other last night.

I keep trying to be an observer... but it never seems to last for very long. It's always a curious catch-22 type situation because things will start getting a bit more heavy during the night and my wife and I will begin making out along with the rest of everyone else, and I'll begin to undress her just as everyone begins undressing themselves and those that they are with, and eventually I'll strip down to just my boxer briefs while fingering my wife through her panties... always watching her and studying her face... her reaction to the realization that what's happening is really happening... and what she's hearing, she's really hearing. I love watching her fall into the environment around her. I love watching her and laying her down near another couple and making out with her. I love it how it's just us and how she keeps her eyes closed as we make out... as I pull her panties off her... as the guy next to her quietly reaches over to her as his wife makes her way down his body and takes his cock into her mouth.

I love how her eyes never open when his hand finds her naked breast and how his touch turns her into a more active kisser... seeking out my lips, biting at them with her teeth, sliding her tongue across them in search for my own. I love how his desire for her further inflames her desire for me. I love how when I pull back she opens her fuck laden eyes. Blind-stupid with lust she watches me sit back and let her fall into the physical experience of my volatile imagination and tidal emotions...

I watch her fall into what I am.
 
I keep trying to be an observer... but it never seems to last for very long. It's always a curious catch-22 type situation because things will start getting a bit more heavy during the night and my wife and I will begin making out along with the rest of everyone else, and I'll begin to undress her just as everyone begins undressing themselves and those that they are with, and eventually I'll strip down to just my boxer briefs while fingering my wife through her panties... always watching her and studying her face... her reaction to the realization that what's happening is really happening... and what she's hearing, she's really hearing. I love watching her fall into the environment around her. I love watching her and laying her down near another couple and making out with her. I love it how it's just us and how she keeps her eyes closed as we make out... as I pull her panties off her... as the guy next to her quietly reaches over to her as his wife makes her way down his body and takes his cock into her mouth.

I love how her eyes never open when his hand finds her naked breast and how his touch turns her into a more active kisser... seeking out my lips, biting at them with her teeth, sliding her tongue across them in search for my own. I love how his desire for her further inflames her desire for me. I love how when I pull back she opens her fuck laden eyes. Blind-stupid with lust she watches me sit back and let her fall into the physical experience of my volatile imagination and tidal emotions...

I watch her fall into what I am.

THAT is beautiful!
I am torn feeling envious and feeling a complete admiration of that bond you have....

To have something like that...(maybe not all parts you descripe are for me, but that feeling)...would truly be unique bliss.

As always - Thank you for sharing
 
I keep trying to be an observer... but it never seems to last for very long. It's always a curious catch-22 type situation because things will start getting a bit more heavy during the night and my wife and I will begin making out along with the rest of everyone else, and I'll begin to undress her just as everyone begins undressing themselves and those that they are with, and eventually I'll strip down to just my boxer briefs while fingering my wife through her panties... always watching her and studying her face... her reaction to the realization that what's happening is really happening... and what she's hearing, she's really hearing. I love watching her fall into the environment around her. I love watching her and laying her down near another couple and making out with her. I love it how it's just us and how she keeps her eyes closed as we make out... as I pull her panties off her... as the guy next to her quietly reaches over to her as his wife makes her way down his body and takes his cock into her mouth.

I love how her eyes never open when his hand finds her naked breast and how his touch turns her into a more active kisser... seeking out my lips, biting at them with her teeth, sliding her tongue across them in search for my own. I love how his desire for her further inflames her desire for me. I love how when I pull back she opens her fuck laden eyes. Blind-stupid with lust she watches me sit back and let her fall into the physical experience of my volatile imagination and tidal emotions...

I watch her fall into what I am.

Now if only I had been part of that other couple to witness this (and perhaps do more than that...).

And fuck you for that fucking new av. Your hips are going to fuck with my head for the rest of the day now.
 
I don't quite know how to jump in, so I'm just going to say hello. If you have the room for another visitor, do you mind if I sit quietly here in the corner and watch? :)

Q
 
Firstly, you new av. Fuckityfuck! Damn! I had a long at work and the joy of seeing your glorious manflesh sure made me feel better:kiss:

Secondly, I serious need to get an invite to one of those parties. So sensual and sublime....
 
I don't quite know how to jump in, so I'm just going to say hello. If you have the room for another visitor, do you mind if I sit quietly here in the corner and watch? :)

Q

Offers you some popcorn and says y=mx+b makes the effort coming to this thread so worth it;)
 
Attendant

is this therein
wherein
the world works
to pull the hearts
that stop
the photo
on your frame
in my mind
playing again
and again
and again
and again my eyes sink into an open sleep
where I don't just feel you against my skin
I feel you inside
from inside
a mind that's closed
to keep it from letting you go

and I don't know
I don't know
where I will be standing
at the wake

no I don't know
no I don't know
where I will be standing
when you wake

I hope to be
yes I hope to be
what you see

oh yes I hope to be
yes I hope to be
in your arms
when my tears call for you.
 
So she walked away
down where down goes

I didn't follow
I didn't belong
So I didn't go

and now there is nothing
that can be said

keeping to myself
and thinking emotions
echoing my thoughts
of a stone wall of a castles crop
drawn bridges over broken backs
and chained maidens made to make love to themselves
under candelabras dripping hot wax
upon their naked skin
striking it like molten semen
hardening on contact
but keeping it's heat
like the hounds of hell made to rape what isn't theirs to rape
while being held back just enough to keep them from following through
but close enough to feel the drool from their muzzles
string its way down upon your thigh
where lovers have laid waisted
failing their want of working you over
which is why you are reading me
right now without warning
without the ability to look away
you read at my feet
and when I kneel
you kneel further
and when my eyes look at yours
yours look away
because you have no right to look into them
to see their color
surround what you will never be able to fill.
 
I wish I had a better venue to do this shit. Works better in real-time.
 
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