Your Perfect Moment

[shereads]

You are not having sex at this moment, and are not about to, so from the start we might consider it a less-than-perfect moment. But I wanted to subtract the obvious from the equation.

Let's assume you've just finished a night of freaking her/him wild, and are temporarily satiated, sexually.

You happen to be alone right now, but not lonely. There's the likelihood of good company tomorrow and beyond, if you like, but for now you have nothing to do except indulge yourself, enjoy your surroundings, and contemplate the pleasure you'll have during the next few hours alone.

Where are you?

What do you see?

Hear?

Smell?

Taste?

Feel?

What pleasurable thing do you anticipate doing during the next few hours alone?

 

[cloudy]

You are not having sex at this moment, and are not about to, so from the start we might consider it a less-than-perfect moment. But I wanted to subtract the obvious from the equation.

Let's assume you've just finished a night of freaking her/him wild, and are temporarily satiated, sexually.

You happen to be alone right now, but not lonely. There's the likelihood of good company tomorrow and beyond, if you like, but for now you have nothing to do except indulge yourself, enjoy your surroundings, and contemplate the pleasure you'll have during the next few hours alone.

Where are you?
at the beach, during that perfect time just before the sun sets, or just before it rises.

What do you see?
the light just ending, or beginning, the sparkles on the waves far off shore.

Hear?
the waves, of course, and the few seagulls still about.

Smell?
that singular tang of seawater, and him.

Taste?
the slight aftertaste of wine.

Feel?
a very soft breeze - not enough to be cold, and seaspray.

What pleasurable thing do you anticipate doing during the next few hours alone?
Just existing, and letting my thoughts wander where they will.

 

[Liar]

Pretty much what Cloudy said.

Except that the beach is rocky cliffs and I sit on a rock under a wind bitten tree, leaning my back against the trunk.

And I have taken some water with me in a bottle. I'm not a fan of aftertastes.

 

[cheerful_deviant]

Where are you?
On a sailboat, on a clear night, miles from shore.

What do you see?
Nothing but the sea, the horizon and the stars.

Hear?
The wing whistling thru the rigging and the water against the hull.

Smell?
Fresh salt air.

Taste?
A slight tang of salt from the spray and the air.

Feel?
Slightly damp, the way all things get on the water at night.

What pleasurable thing do you anticipate doing during the next few hours alone?
Just watching the stars, oh, the stars.

 

[Guest]

Where are you?
lingering in my bedroom window

What do you see?
boats leisurely making their way up river.. the shimmering sound.. fish jumping in the channel

Hear?
the sound of her voice

Smell?
of her skin

Taste?
of her lips

Feel?
those fantastic aftershocks of being totally loved.

What pleasurable thing do you anticipate doing during the next few hours alone?
writing those feelings in my journal. singing loudly with etta james or carly simon.. or jewel.. just lingering in those feelings and reliving the entire scene over and over again.

 

[shereads]

I'm torn between an experience I've had and want to have again, and a fantasy one. I'll go with the familiar one.

Where are you? On the porch of a log house in Montana, just northwest of Yellowstone and east of Bozeman.

What do you see? Mountains with a dusting of snow above timberline, a belt of deep blue-green below; below that, bright yellow leaves of aspen and red/purple leaves of willow shrubs....Up close, red berries on the bushes near the porch - so many that the bears can't finish them all, even though they come every night and are here until the ranch dogs run them off in the morning. There's a hummingbird feeder hanging from the porch rafters, and the little thumb-size hummers don't mind that I'm a few feet away.

Hear: birds chirping in the berry thicket; horses whinnying and a dog barking in the distance.

Smell: Wood smoke from the fireplace inside, where it's burning off the early-morning chill until the sun reaches inside the valley. Fresh coffee. Blueberry muffins. Pine trees, the smell that's always present here, lifting and freshening the other scents so that even the smell of the stables is sort of pleasant.

Taste: Hot coffee, the special way it tastes on cold mornings and when you didn't have to make it yourself.

Feel: Cold and warm. The refreshing kind of cold that's not enough to send me inside to the fireplace. The warmth of the metal coffee mug in my hands, and a thick sweater and socks under boots.

What pleasurable thing do you anticipate doing during the next few hours, alone?
After breakfast, I'll walk down the hill to the corral and brush the miniature burro that the horses keep as a pet. She loves to have her face brushed until she falls asleep...That's not alone, though, is it? Okay, then. To fill the hours before a long ride, I'll walk up the gravel ranch road until I find the broad, flat rock that gets warmed by the sun, the one were I sat yesterday with my book. I'll take my camera with me, in case there are pronghorn antelope grazing hearby, and I'll finish reading, "Memoirs of a Geisha."

 

[rgraham666]

Where are you? On the beach at a lake in Central Ontario.

What do you see? The sun coming up over the woods on the far side of the lake. The mist rising off the water. A Great Blue Heron heading for the shallows for a little early morning fishing.

Hear? The wind rustling through the trees behind me. Bird song from all directions. A blue jay making a racket. A woodpecker going after breakfast.

Smell? My pipe.

Taste? Coffee, black, with a pinch of salt. Pipe tobacco.

Feel? At peace.

What pleasurable thing do you anticipate doing during the next few hours alone? Rowing out to the weed bed and doing a little snorkeling. Then sitting down in a shady chair and reading a good book.

 

[BlackSnake]

You are not having sex at this moment, and are not about to, so from the start we might consider it a less-than-perfect moment. But I wanted to subtract the obvious from the equation.

Let's assume you've just finished a night of freaking her/him wild, and are temporarily satiated, sexually.

You happen to be alone right now, but not lonely. There's the likelihood of good company tomorrow and beyond, if you like, but for now you have nothing to do except indulge yourself, enjoy your surroundings, and contemplate the pleasure you'll have during the next few hours alone.

Where are you?
Setting on the sofa in the den.

What do you see? shadows cast by flickering candle light.

Hear? The smooth sounds of MAZE featuring Frankie Beverly

Smell? Cocobutter incents

Taste? The slightly bitter after taste of red wine.

Feel? The jerking of my hard-on between my crossed legs propped on the coffee table.


What pleasurable thing do you anticipate doing during the next few hours alone? Thinking of the things to do to her when she get back.

 

[SeaCat]

Where are you?
Under the water.

What do you see?
The fish swimming around and through a reef. The Sunlight filtered and blue shining down on the swaying fronnds of a bit of seeweed. The Anemnonies swaying under the flow of the slight current. Looking up the silvered undersurface of the waves as they pass by,, broken only by the naked body of my wife as she snorkels above me playing in the bubbles from my breath.

Hear?
The whisper and bubbling of my breathing. The snaps, whistles, creaks and rumbles of the fish and other animals around me.

Smell?
Brine from the ocean.

Taste?
Salt from the water. her as a slight aftertaste.

Feel?
Peace, the press of the water around me. A feeling of floating weightless as I glide through the clear water. A slight surge from the waves above me. A calm almost like that caused by meditation.

What pleasurable thing do you anticipate doing during the next few hours alone?
Continuing this dive. Photographing my wife as she swims above me. After the dive sailing the boat back in to port. A calming time influenced by the water. Basking in the relaxed glow from a great dive and even better sex before hand while watching my wife snoozing in the cockpit of the boat.

 

[ferociouskittycat]

I'm sitting on the porch, resting back in the rocker.

The fresh smell of rain permeates the air. Through the open bedroom window I can hear the soft sighing breaths of my lover. My inner muscles clench, sending a shiver racing up my spine as I exhale, remembering the passionate embrace I'd just experienced.

I sit back, allowing the small dog running from tree to tree to distract me as the soft sprinkling of rain begins to fall.

A rainbow sends a stream of colour to fill the pale grey sky.

Satiated, I close my eyes. The touch of my lover awakening me, arousing me, would make my moment complete

 

[Guest]

You are not having sex at this moment, and are not about to, so from the start we might consider it a less-than-perfect moment. But I wanted to subtract the obvious from the equation.

Let's assume you've just finished a night of freaking her/him wild, and are temporarily satiated, sexually.

You happen to be alone right now, but not lonely. There's the likelihood of good company tomorrow and beyond, if you like, but for now you have nothing to do except indulge yourself, enjoy your surroundings, and contemplate the pleasure you'll have during the next few hours alone.

For mine, I'm not technically alone - my dog is with me (he's a gorgeous Border Collie, called Billy). He has to be, apart from the fact that he rarely leaves my side, I couldn't go out anywhere without him, particularly not to my favourite place to be "alone", which is...

Where are you?

I'm sat on the bank of the river Stour, just a few hundred yards away from my home. I've just walked past an old watermill with my dog and we've crossed the narrow bridge over the river. My dog did so tentatively, as always, because the bridge has gaps, and he can see the water rushing over the rocks a long way down beneath us. He hankers low, with his ears and tail down and walks right up close to my legs, almost hugging them. Once we'd arrived at the riverbank he jumped straight in the water.

What do you see?

I see the clear inviting water and my dog leaping about in it. He swims for a while, but never going close to a family of swans, who are resting on the far bank. He knows to respect the swans and all other wildlife. I see the reeds swaying in the wind and dragonflies hovering and darting about across the surface of the water.

Hear?

I hear the reeds rustling in the wind, the water gurgling and slowly running past me - the river flows slowly down here, the speed it had going down over the rocks under the bridge has been lost. I hear the ocassional quack of ducks and honk of swans. The loudest noise is my dog barking at the water. He splashes it with his front paw, then barks and leaps up to catch the drops. He'd do that for hours, if I let him.

Smell?

I smell the fresh, calming smell of nature and the countryside. There is the smell of grass, mixed with the hint of wildflowers, and, of course, the river. There is a very slight hint of the cows at the nearby farm, but I like that smell - only when it's subtle and not over-powering.

Taste?

I can't taste much. I've taken a swig of water from my water bottle. I can almost taste the air around me, that fresh taste of a warm summer's day down by the river.

Feel?

I can feel the warm sun on my skin, coupled with the slight, fresh breeze of the wind caressing me. When Billy jumps out of the water I feel wet. He insists on standing close to me and shaking. I don't mind - it cools me down. I then feel his hot breath on my face as he sits next to me, nuzzling my face. His wet fur rubs against my bare arms and legs and that makes me feel a little itchy.

What pleasurable thing do you anticipate doing during the next few hours alone?

I might read a while, as I've brought a book with me, in my back pack, but I expect I'll spend most of the time just sitting there, enjoying my surroundings, watching my happy dog play and swim.

Great thread Sher! I feel remarkably calm and happy now.

Lou

 

[shereads]

Re: Re: Your Perfect Moment

For mine, I'm not technically alone - my dog is with me (he's a gorgeous Border Collie, called Billy). He has to be, apart from the fact that he rarely leaves my side, I couldn't go out anywhere without him, particularly not to my favourite place to be "alone", which is...

Where are you?

I'm sat on the bank of the river Stour, just a few hundred yards away from my home. I've just walked past an old watermill with my dog and we've crossed the narrow bridge over the river. My dog did so tentatively, as always, because the bridge has gaps, and he can see the water rushing over the rocks a long way down beneath us. He hankers low, with his ears and tail down and walks right up close to my legs, almost hugging them. Once we'd arrived at the riverbank he jumped straight in the water.

What do you see?

I see the clear inviting water and my dog leaping about in it. He swims for a while, but never going close to a family of swans, who are resting on the far bank. He knows to respect the swans and all other wildlife. I see the reeds swaying in the wind and dragonflies hovering and darting about across the surface of the water.

Hear?

I hear the reeds rustling in the wind, the water gurgling and slowly running past me - the river flows slowly down here, the speed it had going down over the rocks under the bridge has been lost. I hear the ocassional quack of ducks and honk of swans. The loudest noise is my dog barking at the water. He splashes it with his front paw, then barks and leaps up to catch the drops. He'd do that for hours, if I let him.

Smell?

I smell the fresh, calming smell of nature and the countryside. There is the smell of grass, mixed with the hint of wildflowers, and, of course, the river. There is a very slight hint of the cows at the nearby farm, but I like that smell - only when it's subtle and not over-powering.

Taste?

I can't taste much. I've taken a swig of water from my water bottle. I can almost taste the air around me, that fresh taste of a warm summer's day down by the river.

Feel?

I can feel the warm sun on my skin, coupled with the slight, fresh breeze of the wind caressing me. When Billy jumps out of the water I feel wet. He insists on standing close to me and shaking. I don't mind - it cools me down. I then feel his hot breath on my face as he sits next to me, nuzzling my face. His wet fur rubs against my bare arms and legs and that makes me feel a little itchy.

What pleasurable thing do you anticipate doing during the next few hours alone?

I might read a while, as I've brought a book with me, in my back pack, but I expect I'll spend most of the time just sitting there, enjoying my surroundings, watching my happy dog play and swim.

Great thread Sher! I feel remarkably calm and happy now.

Lou [/B]

I want to be there. I'll need to bring my dog, though, and Britain has a long quarantine I think.

 

[Guest]

Re: Re: Re: Your Perfect Moment

I want to be there. I'll need to bring my dog, though, and Britain has a long quarantine I think.

Yes, I believe it's 6 months, for pets and other animals coming in from another country that isn't inside the European Union. Even then they need "pet passports".

I wouldn't put my worst enemy through 6 months of quarantine, let alone a much loved pet.

Shame, I know Billy would love to have a playmate over to visit.

Lou

 

[shereads]

Re: Re: Re: Re: Your Perfect Moment

Yes, I believe it's 6 months, for pets and other animals coming in from another country that isn't inside the European Union. Even then they need "pet passports".

I wouldn't put my worst enemy through 6 months of quarantine, let alone a much loved pet.

Shame, I know Billy would love to have a playmate over to visit.

Lou

Hawaii has the same quarantine law. My ex was offered a job there but we didn't want to give up our dog.

Instead, i suggest you bring Billy to the U.S. for a vacation. There's a bed & breakfast inn on a sheep farm in Connecticut, where underprivileged border collies (those who don't have sheep of their own) are invited to learn sheep-herding. I read about it in a travel magazine. The author said her dog spent the first morning racing all over the pasture, barking like crazy and just scattering the sheep, but the next day she woke up to see her dog standing with its paws on the windowsill, still as a statue, waiting...And that day, he herded a dozen sheep into a pen, as if he'd been doing it always.

 

[Guest]

Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Your Perfect Moment

Hawaii has the same quarantine law. My ex was offered a job there but we didn't want to give up our dog.

Instead, i suggest you bring Billy to the U.S. for a vacation. There's a bed & breakfast inn on a sheep farm in Connecticut, where underprivileged border collies (those who don't have sheep of their own) are invited to learn sheep-herding. I read about it in a travel magazine. The author said her dog spent the first morning racing all over the pasture, barking like crazy and just scattering the sheep, but the next day she woke up to see her dog standing with its paws on the windowsill, still as a statue, waiting...And that day, he herded a dozen sheep into a pen, as if he'd been doing it always.

Yep, I wouldn't move to anywhere I couldn't take my dog, either.

Billy would love that! His parents are working dogs, on a farm in Wiltshire, and I can tell he's got that natural drive in him. He uses his talents to heard children. He lies flat on his belly whenever kids or other dogs approach, then, as they get closer, he leaps up and literally runs circles around them. The local kids (as well as my own) love it. He's quite a celebrity around here. He's a very vocal dog and has many different barks, but hasn't got a vicious bone in his body. He's almost three and I can honestly say I've never once heard him growl or seen him bare his teeth.

They are bright dogs and that travel magazine author's dog sounds wonderful. They are so keen and incredibly eager to please their owner. I take Billy to two different training clubs each week. He doesn't actually need much in the way of training now, as he knows and obeys a multitude of commands and hand signals, but he enjoys himself there so much. They are both just like playgroups for dogs.

Lou

 

[shereads]

Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Your Perfect Moment

Yep, I wouldn't move to anywhere I couldn't take my dog, either.

Billy would love that! His parents are working dogs, on a farm in Wiltshire, and I can tell he's got that natural drive in him. He uses his talents to heard children. He lies flat on his belly whenever kids or other dogs approach, then, as they get closer, he leaps up and literally runs circles around them. The local kids (as well as my own) love it. He's quite a celebrity around here. He's a very vocal dog and has many different barks, but hasn't got a vicious bone in his body. He's almost three and I can honestly say I've never once heard him growl or seen him bare his teeth.

They are bright dogs and that travel magazine author's dog sounds wonderful. They are so keen and incredibly eager to please their owner. I take Billy to two different training clubs each week. He doesn't actually need much in the way of training now, as he knows and obeys a multitude of commands and hand signals, but he enjoys himself there so much. They are both just like playgroups for dogs.

Lou

There's a border collie at our dog park who selects a white dog or a child in a white t-shirt and doesn't rest until he has coaxed it to stand in the corner and stay there. I started watching for this after talking to his owner. The little boy he picked didn't even seem to know he was being herded. Somehow he just ended up in the corner, alone, with a dog smiling at him from twenty feet away.

 

[lucky-E-leven]

Where are you?

...Straddling my yellow Ducati 749S Testastretta (motorcycle) in the mountains of western North Carolina. Before me waits a stretch of road officially titled U.S. Hwy 129, but enthusiasts know it as the Tail of the Dragon.

What do you see?

Before me is 11 miles of road containing 318 curves, ranging from long and sweeping to tight hairpin switchbacks. Heavily treed and gorgeous beyond belief.

Smell?

The overwhelming aroma of pine fills the air, but is interrupted by the scent of gas and oil burning efficiently beneath me.

Taste?

No taste. My mouth has gone dry in anxious anticipation at the opportunity before me.

Feel?

Heat. I feel sweat trickle slowly down my neck, over my chest, between my breasts and down my belly as the hot summer sun seeps into my leathers, elevating my body temperature by the second. Add to that the heat rising up from the black pavement and the thumping motor beneath me. My heart pounding almost painfully against my ribs as I lean forward and pull in the clutch. My left foot leaves the pavement and settles onto my footpeg, the toe of my boot resting on the shift lever. I feel excitement, fear, anxiety, exhileration, joy and soon the overwhelming freedom and sensation of flying.

Hear?

The deafening whine of my engine as my right hand rolls on the throttle mere moments before releasing the clutch. The noise, overwhelming as it is, only barely breaks through the noisy rush of blood pumping past my ears, creating a strange sort of vacuum of sound. Everything is there and you know it's there, but none of it is loud or sharp enough to permeate the quick swoosh already filling your ears.

What pleasurable thing do you anticipate doing during the next few hours alone?

Rolling on the throttle, smoothly but swiftly releasing the clutch and hanging on for dear life as the machine beneath me lurches forward, the front wheel rising off the pavement as I accelerate at a ridiculous rate of speed. Dividing my attention between the tachometer and the road before me, I shift gears. I was made to do this... each movement as smooth and thoughtless as a breath or a heartbeat.

The wind whips over me, trying its best to deter my path and I hunker down over the tank and peer ahead just over the windscreen... powerful vibrations running into me from my hands on the grips, my feet on the pegs, my nipples pressing into the tank, through the seat into the very center of me as I continue to accelerate.

A long sweeping left hander is fast approaching and I slide to the left of the seat, tucking my right leg in and pulling my left knee out...leaning...dragging my knee, the apex conquered I roll on the accelerator and the bike straightens back up to the center of the tires. Centering myself on the seat again and upshifting to scream through the mountains before the next turn I realize... I'm right smack dab in the middle of my perfect moment.

~lucky

 

[Clare Quilty]

Where are you?: New York City, Center of the Universe. I am sitting on a bench in Central Park, near 72nd st. and Central Park West.

What do you see?: Tourists, passersby a large circular achromatic mosaic that reads "Imagine."

Hear?: I hear myself playing "Across The Universe" on my guitar.

Smell?: grass, trees, perhaps a woman's perfume, coffee and a nice cigar.

Taste?:French Press brewed Coffee and a Romeo Y Julietta 1875 cigar.

Feel?: wistfulness and hope

What pleasurable thing do you anticipate doing during the next few hours alone?: wandering the streets of the greastest city in the world-- perhaps finding a production of Shakespeare going on further north in the park--perhaps finding "Waiting for Godot" being performed in a parking lot, or going to a dank little jazz club way down in Alphabet city.

 

[Guest]

Quilty, I love the way you love NYC. I love SF but if I could manage it I'd rather live in Manhattan, or

Where are you? Venice, Italy

What do you see?A different breed of people, a different light, gilt, lions, Moorish designs, mink coats on old ladies, families, lovers, reflections.

Hear? Lapping water, footfalls on stone and wood, music inside and outside, tolling bells, Veneziano spoken.

Smell? Spicery, the best espresso, tobacco smoke, wine, incense, the Adriatic, masculinity.

Taste? Garlic, red wine, chocolate, bread, cold Proseco.

Feel?Tranquility, languor, alive.

What pleasurable thing do you anticipate doing during the next few hours alone? Walking, sitting in a campo and at an embankment on the canal, taking an hour gondola ride, finding a place to be utterly alone and quiet amidst the beauty of Venice.

 

[champagne1982]

Going down on the Beaver...

It's afternoon and I've just beached the kayak on a sandbar where the river takes another meander. There's an oxbow swamp off to my right as I look downstream. The shadow the bank casts onto the very white beach creates a welcome cool spot to lie down in.

Looking up at the sky I can see a couple of hawks taking advantage of a thermal only they can sense on the tips of their flight feathers. They spiral higher and higher in an effortless soaring, for the present, rulers of the air.

I hear only the movement of the water and the wind whispering in leaves. The sounds of his tender "I-love-you's" still linger against my neck.

I taste the salty residue on my lips, as I lick them, before sipping my water. It's not bottled water, the H20 here has very few impurities, everyone on the planet should have the opportunity to taste (or not taste) something like it.

The scents that drift in with the breeze are earthy and sweet. Tired wild roses and some nettle blossoms, the smell of the river as the water eddies across from me.

Did I tell you about the baby beavers and their parents slapping tails and diving? Their lodge is only a short ways from here, it's not the Beaver River in name only.

I love to linger here but I also look forward to continuing downstream, there's a creek I'd love to visit with you sometime.

 

[shereads]

Re: Going down on the Beaver...

Did I tell you about the baby beavers and their parents slapping tails and diving?

Not until the very end, no.



Nice fake!

 

[Lord Naraku]

Where? Sitting on a small snow covered hill

What do I see? I see the pure snow covered landscape before me. I see tracks in the snow and ponder what might have made the tracks. A flash of movement catches my eye, a parnoid white rabbit sits very still afriad that I have seen him. I lay on my side and gaze at the rabbit smiling wondering about nothing. A light snow starts and stops on and off as time passes. I watch as limbs become heavy with snow, and finally tips the snow. The snow crashes to the ground stirring up a small cloud of light reflecting snow particles.

Hear? I hear the tree branch begin to yeild to the weight of the snow. The suspense of waiting for it to yeild is all consuming. Then finally it yeilds to the weight and the snow crashes to the ground in a symphony of sound, breaking the near silence. I can barely hear the wind passing though the area all thoughout.

Smell? The cold air seems pure, as though the cold has purified out any smell. So refreshing that it seems devoid of any smells.

Taste? I stick out my tongue from time to time and catch little snowflakes. Tastes like it came from a glass bottle of pure springwater.

Feel? I don't really feel anything, my other senses seem to be reaching out beyond my body to float on the gently wind.

What Next? I await the arival of a lovely female. We will cuddle in the snow feeding off each others body heat and experiencing the purity of the snow covered landscape before us. Soon our senses will turn to the other. I see us tumbling down the hill playfully. An all out snow fight breaks out, I let my beautiful partner win, but I'll never give away that I let her win. I tackle her gently to the ground, seeking my mates warmth. Soon our lips begin to merge, then our bodies begin to unite. Our blissfull union melts away all the snow. The sence shifts to a warm spring night. We cuddle up and watch the sun go down.

 

[Bizkit_Writer]

You are not having sex at this moment, and are not about to, so from the start we might consider it a less-than-perfect moment. But I wanted to subtract the obvious from the equation.

Let's assume you've just finished a night of freaking her/him wild, and are temporarily satiated, sexually.

You happen to be alone right now, but not lonely. There's the likelihood of good company tomorrow and beyond, if you like, but for now you have nothing to do except indulge yourself, enjoy your surroundings, and contemplate the pleasure you'll have during the next few hours alone.

Where are you?

What do you see?

Hear?

Smell?

Taste?

Feel?

What pleasurable thing do you anticipate doing during the next few hours alone?

Where are you?

In my snuggly warm bed with my duvet wrapped around me

What do you see?

My living room and my cat lurking about

Hear?

The soft footsteps of my cat's paws on the carpet and the beating of my heart

Smell?

The cologne my beloved had left behind on the pillow

Taste?

the lingering taste of the chocolate he fed to me before and after we made love

Feel?

Happiness and content knowing he'll return to me

What pleasurable thing do you anticipate doing during the next few hours alone?

Sleeping