Passengers will please refrain:
From what? What were they saying? My mouth was so full-of-the-moon, I couldn't hear a thing. "My gift" and I had been making small talk for the last hundreds of miles. In order not to disturb the other passengers, we had been quietly doing so while half-way under my comfy quilt. We had wrapped my blanket around us and our conversation was permeated with ahs...oh my...that's so nice...wow...gorgeous...and of course, those were awesome.
Then, when there was a lull in the decorative yule tide scenery, we would get back to our main subjects of conversation; including sex, luck and fantasy. Which, fortunately for us, were also replete with the same laudatory phrases.
As a consequence of some of our off track subjects, the not so small pup had put in an appearance in the form of that nice bulge in 13's lap. I'm made aware of this by the awesome pooch watching technique I've mastered so well.
Worried that the whelp was--going to ground, and being the effective weenie trainer that I am, I put a tongue leash on him...I seduced him with the promised of a cherry kiss, while I slid the slippery wet leash around and down over his not so small head the way I had to, to prove to him there's nothing to fear from small places. Small wet ones, especially. He kept rearing his head..not so fast boy, easy now. You just need to stay close enough to hear me call your name...before you actually cum to me. You surely want the sweet stuff I have for your reward.
We had passed through the rainy midnight and had now witnessed some slight flurries of nature's cold icy breath. It was not sticking to the earth just yet, but, it was settling nicely on some old automobiles rusting in their graveyards. It only served to make me want to snuggle down even closer to my gift. If I could; I would toast you, and, eat you with a hot peach relish.
The officials on the train had been making the same announcement at intervals, during the late evening, but, because of our attention to our own conversations; we kept missing the thing from which one should refrain...it was bothering me a a little bit. 13, not so much.
I got something about "face" once, but, I think I missed whether they said I should give it or...oops too late. Of what did you think my mouth was so full? It was surely not the crescent moon or the firm banana, I had brought along for a healthy snack.
"Yes", I intended to fabricate, when needed, "I was under the blanket eating a banana, if you must know; when it fell in his lap"...or maybe, "I was helping my gifted and sensitive seat-mate with his various confinement issues".
Remember when you were a youngster and didn't mind being under the covers at all, until someone passed the gas? Perhaps you don't have to remember that far back for such escapades. It helps a person put things into perspective when you remind those, with a certain type of phobia; of such youthful larks they may have perpetrated upon others. It's also an aide to them if they consider how this experience was so much better than those childish frolics which might have been a direct stimulant to their current phobia of small or confined places.
The next time I heard the announcement, I thought I caught another word like touch or touching yourself someplace until you've used hand sanitizer. Although my hands might benefit from such actions, my vibrator, which was currently doing the most touching of me; didn't need a hand sanitizer, I thought, how silly, it has no hands. The one most favored at this point is my little pocket rocket shaft. Oh yeah, so much better than that other one that I quite often use, as well. It has those almighty ears that jingle jangle me but wrong in many ways for this leg of my journey.
I'm doing really well so far with refraining. I have restrained myself plenty of times thus far. After all, I could have bent over and found the lucky penny that someone had just recently dropped. When in reality, there was no lucky penny; other than the one I held tightly pinched in my fist.
If I had not resisted temptation it would have only been a ruse on you to possibly induce you to take notice of my ample breasts for a second. They've been looking kind of nice lately with this new bra showing off my short cleavage lined runway.
I'll palm as many pennies as it takes to get you to ogle my flesh colored eggplants with the same lust for whatever type veggie you have to offer, mirrored in my seductive predatory eyes. You should immediately recognize how these weather balloons are admirably capable of encircling any average cannon, hopefully, at times with balls also fully loaded.
I intend to employ these push button, radar equipped, mammary modules--to back track the discharge tails from your ever ready missile. Maneuver it to it's final oral destination; zeroing in for the perfect uvula strike.
The rim of your top gun embraced by my wet lips, the barrel sliding effortlessly back and forth into the folds of my eager plump bosoms. "You must finally surrender all your goods and do not think about placing an embargo on even one single drop. If I work for and am successful in capturing the hound, he must capitulate. As per my training."
Of course I'm giving you credit for actually having any hits left after three jacks and an eight.
Are you feeling lucky, still? Full house in the draw for you? Isn't that Lady Lust playing your hand? Just one more ate and you'll be the really big winner in the club car and we're not even counting the pennies! We'll have to pass the paper bag that holds the bottle of vodka laced water in celebration.
Then again you could let it ride and go for my royal gush treatment. It's foreseeable that you could discharge those liquid rox off many times, without me ever having touched you. Either way, I'll be riding you in my mind...many ways through the long dark night time on the City of New Orleans and be there more than once by morning.
Comments
Tornado | November 30, 2009 - 21:16
Riding on your magic carpet made of steel.
Rockin' to your gentle beat...
The rhythm of your tale is all I feel.
Great Job! Looking forward to Memphis.
littlebit59 | November 30, 2009 - 22:44
The Memphis Chapter might actually be reported, live from the City.
Just not sure when it will happen. I feel a bit of bondage in the air, right now and I know when I get ready to write about that night, I want it to be mystical, magical, charming, bewitching, all those sexy things I find so hard to put into words in a romantic manner.
If/when I do get a chance to write more, I know one thing that will be a big part of it and that's the bedroom. They have such super nice ones on the train, if you're willing to pay an arm and/or a leg. But, I might just have to insist on the expense, if there's to be any sort of real sex happening. I might have to cum down with a touch of northbound modesty.
Of course there might also be some new sort of phobia if 12 days gets on board and if 13 feels all played out. I'd maybe have a cure for many such disorders in my magic carpet bag.
I'll just have to wait and see if 13 really is my Lucky number or I have to go through the remaining 12 applicants. Decisions decisions decisions.
Tornado | November 30, 2009 - 23:20
Yes, a bit of northbound modesty, tinged with the sweet sting of bondage. So many fantasies, so few velvet ropes. But I have every confidence your magic bag will share it's cure somewhere in the Mississippi darkness.
helter skelter | January 23, 2010 - 23:29
outside the moon and me in a graveyard of rusted automobiles, put it in in Chicago and pulled it out in Kankakee. Rode along on the magic carpet stiff as steel and don't you know me. Riding like a wild horse into the night and sliding deep inside and fighting every inch of flesh to the last long, life long, all consuming fire works and explosion of mouths and hands and wet wet pounding places
littlebit59 | January 23, 2010 - 23:45
See? I told you, you have talent. Stimulating talent.
helter skelter | January 24, 2010 - 01:12
glad to be of assistance. who's your favourite writer on abc? 1.05am cold and the moons really bright.
littlebit59 | January 24, 2010 - 01:58
I have several good writers that I enjoy. This week I have been savoring Burton St. John. He is so talented. I only wish I could write erotica like he writes anything.
7:56 PM Saturday: The moon would be three quarters if it were visible. It's a balmy night with warm breezes that entice me to go outside in the nude; and tempt the fates to notice.
It would have to be tonight since the full moon of next weekend probably won't be visible at all and I won't have a fool's excuse. You can't be controlled by what you cannot see.
helter skelter | January 24, 2010 - 09:16
I think Burton St John is brilliant. have read his latest genomic tale. Really had me laughing out loud.
Have decided to write some erotica.will compose in the next week.
Naked is good. I walk naked in the woods sometimes. I meet someone once doing the same thing, another bloke. He was aroused and didn't seem embarrased standing in front of me with a hard on. Quite refreshing really.
When are you going to put up another for me to devour.
Must be nice to be in a warm place.
littlebit59 | January 24, 2010 - 16:47
I wish I had been walking in the woods that day with you; and we might have enjoyed a surprise threesome.
I was in a colder place last month and warm is nicer by far.
Some things come when you least expect them: Pleasure, Luck and Inspiration being three of the best examples. I wish I could control them but I can only enjoy them when they cum; more often one at a time.
helter skelter | January 24, 2010 - 20:37
Aahh, the imagination. Leads us to places if we have the nerve. When you meet someone who has no limits, no edge to their space, no constraints, just exploration,invention and release. To warm bodies, time to play and explore, to roll about in lust and laughter. stroking, licking, sucking, swallowing, holding tight, exploding, cuming in cockery and fuckery together, every way and evey place and in total freedom. let the feast begin
littlebit59 | January 25, 2010 - 23:26
There's those two mysterious words again. Cockery and fuckery. Please, what do they mean and from where do they cum? A good way to start the definition process is to begin with the "root" word and those I understand. But, adding the ery makes them still somewhat of a mystery. Is there such a word as pussery?
helter skelter | January 31, 2010 - 09:55
fuckery cums from Amy Winehouse in her song back to black she sings, "what kind of fuckery is this" Cock. Especially a hard cock. penis etc. A hard cock involved in fucking would be doing a bit of cockery maybe, or just messing about with cocks in general. Fuckery, to be fucking around. Pussery would I think be useful when cockery and fuckery are in play. When there's a wet pussy and a hard cock I guess, eventually, fuckery of some sort would be hard to resist. What do you think?
littlebit59 | January 31, 2010 - 14:56
Thank you so much. You were the second person to use those two words; and I'm blond (you know) and an American.
We don't talk like that too much here or write using those two very descriptive adjectives, as a rule. I can't thank you enough, I feel educated in a way I haven't been since last I was a virgin...of some sort.
I do confess, I had an inkling.
helter skelter | February 1, 2010 - 18:16
Have you read Henry Miller's 'The Rosey Crucifiction.' Nexus, Plexus and Sexus. A very frank and erotic tomb. One of Americas best writers of frank etc. Or his, Tropic Of Capricorn and Tropic Of Cancer. A must. Don't over do the blonde thing. You know how bright you are. Reading through all your writing. Very very stimulating. stirs me up and gets the freight trains racing through my veins. have decided to write an erotic story based on the walking in the woods thing.
try and Make ya feeeel good.
littlebit59 | February 1, 2010 - 18:41
That's so cool. I can't wait to read your erotic takes. I was a wood nymph more than once, meself. I will take your advice, and, read some Henry Miller; when I get the time. Thank you. You are the first person to answer my request for advice on who to read to improve my writing.
PS I couldn't overdo that blond thing, if it weren't true.
helter skelter | February 2, 2010 - 17:33
funny thing happened, I picked up A Catcher In The Rye, by Salinger on Monday and Salnger died on Tuesday. A great reclusive author. Famous American. Also, and i know this is very subjective, but I like Gabriel Garcia Marquez. 100 years of solitude and Love In The Time Of Cholera and have just read his erotic but sad Innocent Erendira. Also try by Marquez, Memories Of My Melancholy Whores. He is very unique in style, won the Nobel Prize for literature with 100 Years Of Solitude. Have you read Hemingway? Also The Ballad Of Lee Cotton by Christopher Wilson. Hope all that's useful.
I still go to the woods every summer with a very wild woman and we desport ourselves in way we see fit. We spend hours up there in raw naked pleasure.
talk soon
littlebit59 | February 2, 2010 - 18:09
I'm making a list before I go to the library. I don't know when I'll have a lot of time to read but whenever I do, I'll have you to thank for my choices.
I'm sure I read Hemmingway in high school but not so much since then. I read, but, my choices are less than classic. Plus, I read a lot online.
I'm not sure if reading will get my juices flowing like in the day when I read things like "Gone With the Wind" and got all hot and bothered. I would have done well to have read some James Joyce if I was looking for erotica, huh? I saw the movie "Love in the Time of Cholera". It was...different. Books are almost always better, but if you're not at the library that often, movies do give you some since of culture.
helter skelter | February 3, 2010 - 08:32
Your writing gets me hot and bothered. It really works. In fact right at this moment I'm steaming havig read some more. Juices flowing can feel soft hot skin and wet slippery juices. you're a star.
littlebit59 | February 3, 2010 - 15:34
Thank you so much, but my problem seems to be that I'm a little stuck on suck. Maybe after I read some of the steamy literature that you've recommended I'll be able to move past that particular fetish. I was going to go to the library last night but it was closed before I had a chance. I'll try again today.
It's possible that I might get a touch of inspiration when I attend the Bacchus Parade, Valentine's day, with Drew Brees as the king of Mardi Gras. Hum...a smile crosses my lips.
However, I'm glad you have enjoyed what I've written so far. I'm waiting with baited breath for your own entry (ies), moon walker.
helter skelter | February 4, 2010 - 09:28
stuck on suck isn't all bad. I had my own proud member smoothly sucked last night, such an all over sensation. I returned the favour by spending time working my tongue all around her pussy and licking and pushing my tongue in and finishing with an orgasm producing tongue wiggle on her wet clit. We then had a glass of wine. I think sliding knickers slowly down and kissing, licking, sucking and tongue lashing the beautiful warm wet open pussy is just such a perfectly erotic thing to do and very very pleasant. Close and satisfying
littlebit59 | February 4, 2010 - 16:07
I'm hoping to get to a used book store today and see what they have in the way of erotic literature. I'll let you know what I find.
helter skelter | February 4, 2010 - 19:42
will be delighted to see what you come up with. Am flying east from the zero meridian for a month so will be intermittent in my abc'ing. Good luck n all things. Keep the juices flowing
littlebit59 | February 4, 2010 - 20:12
OK? But, please do tell what is east of the zero meridian to keep you happier than this site? Good luck to you too and I'm hoping to get some kind of juicy inspiration when I'm out of town myself. Take care.
littlebit59 | February 4, 2010 - 20:19
Oh my! I am so ignorant of the meridians that I had to go study up on them. Let me correct that error and state emphatically that there are SO many nicer things "east of zero" that west has got to be jealous. Go Helter and have a wonderful time. TTYS
helter skelter | February 5, 2010 - 09:35
Of course if you go all the way east you end in the west, but Seoul should be cool it being so hot and New Zealand always gives up good things. Mountains, ocean swimming and the wine is so so good. Marlborough Savignon Blanc, a world bench mark. I'll be in Marlborough tasting wine and climbing mountains. By the way, City Of New Orleans by Arlo Guthrie is one of my favourite ever tracks, also Mr Bo Jangle as sung by Nina Simone. She teases every ounce of emotion out of it. Films. Have you seen "The Station Agent" also "Romance & Cigarettes" with Susan Sarandon, James Gandolfini and Kate Winslet Superb and both out on dvd. Sorry, not overflying the mississippi delta, kentucky, or Kankakee so won't be able to wave out. Meanwhie, have a honky tonk time. talk soon
littlebit59 | February 5, 2010 - 15:07
That's the plan Stan, Honky and Tonky. Wine tasting? WOW! What a great idea, hobby or profession? That might work for me, if I wasn't so apt to blush. The same with mountain climbing. Heights are much more accessible in my mind.
I love old films like Ulysses. They got by with murder back in the day when nudity wasn't an option.
I've listened to Arlo Gunthrie's "City", but it's all about the Willie for me. I'll go have a listen to Nina. BRB
Ummm. She's awesome. I've heard of her in movies like "Point of No Return" but I never really listened to her music. You're so RIGHT. She can sure pull it out. I can't sing it so I try to write it out.
In fact, I almost don't even need to go to New Orleans for Mardi Gras this year. I can see Mr. Beaujangles soft-shoeing on Bourbon Street, so clearly...
Um wait. I want it all. It's my best birthday so far. If I don't go, I'll miss Valentine's Day in Nor'lens, the best ever . Even if the Saints don't win the Super Bowl, there will be Carnival...big time.
Mr. Bojangles, take a sip for me.
littlebit59 | February 6, 2010 - 01:34
I went to that used book store across up the road today. Unfortunately, it turned out to be mostly paperbacks and not really put in any sort of order. So, I would have had to spend the entire day in there and maybe not find a thing. They did have some "Cliff's notes" but nothing that risque. I guess that's why I never read them. They were banned when I was reading the most. In fact, they probably never got them at all in my small home town.
I hope they have them at the library or a new book store. Otherwise, I might just have to order them online.
But, one way or the other I will be reading Henry Miller soon. From what I could gather about him, on "Wikipedia", I seem to have a "bit of his style" in my writing. So, I should really enjoy him. They even have his books on tape, which is nice for a train ride.
Thank you again.
Tornado | February 6, 2010 - 16:22
Speaking of trains....looking forward to you getting back on track. ; ) Be careful of all them celebrations going on across the bayou from here, and catch a few beads for me!
littlebit59 | February 6, 2010 - 16:29
All in all the train trip proved to be uninspiring. I'm probably going to have to wait until I take another one in the spring.
Oh yes, I will be catching some beads. Hopefully from the fists of football's best. I'm sure it will be a celebration like New Orleans hasn't seen in years...decades! I know the "who dat nation" will see to it.
littlebit59 | February 6, 2010 - 19:16
Just got back from "Books 'A' Million" where I bought a copy of Henry Miller's "Tropic of Cancer". They only had three of his books on the shelf (which surprises no less). I'm going to try and read a little today. See if he inspires me to anything worthy.
helter skelter | February 7, 2010 - 10:33
Enjoy your read. Hope it hits the spot. he writes from one end to the other without breath. He inspires worthy thoughts and deeds so you should be gasping a bit when it gets going. Flying today at 8pm. embattled in a tube of random wires and loose bolts for 12 hours to Korea then another 11 hours to NZ. will try and imagine a train. you never know I might join the eight mile high club. rampant sex at 32,000 feet. Good luck with read and don't forget the films. may your juices flow. Almost finished my next short story for abctales. sending phantom energy. talk soon
littlebit59 | February 7, 2010 - 15:37
Thank you for the critique of Mr. Miller's work. After having read eight pages into his tropic, (not including a lengthy intro by Karl Shapiro and preface by Anais Nin) I'm getting a taste of what you mean. He's certainly candid. It's also a little daunting for a non-French speaking person to translate words that have no translation to English, such as "Inouies". I hate it when I can't solve a mystery word. But, I did understand "penis libre"; only naturally. Not to mention the ever famous cunt.
Best of luck to you on your flight...libre flights, I should say. Since I don't like to fly (as of before 9/11) I can't imagine 23 hours total time on a what you called it? a tube of random wires and loose bolts? Thank you, that description just confirmed my phobias. Be careful on those mountain climbs. I would hate to loose you and never even know what happened to my mentor other than what I could imagine.
OK? Um? Next short story? Where's the first one located? There's nothing on your profile to suggest you've premiered any at ABCTales. Tell me, I would lay Henry down for yours...big smiles.
helter skelter | February 10, 2010 - 21:30
In the event the flight was fast and reasonabley painless. Rice and seaweed soup washed down with white wine. Hot and humid now and on farm with rabbits and huge sheltering trees. Flying south on Saturday in smaller tube and across mountains and the sea. Hope henry does it for you. you're right. no first production. maybe I'm buried elsewhere. Lay Henry down for mine! your strokes are perfect. talk again from grape city where I'll be quaffing wine and enjoying blue days and the wild mountain life above the bush line.
Enjoying this conversation. Did you manage to get a look at those films.
littlebit59 | February 10, 2010 - 22:25
I definitely didn't have time to watch movies. I have been overwhelmed by the Saints Championship Victory here in Louisiana, USA. It has me football crazy! I was never really a fan until this year and then quite by accident have become a fervent one. But, only of the Saints. They're it for me.
And then there's Henry. I can't watch movies while I read. I might go see about renting one of them soon. However, I do love the way he describes an erection..."A piece of lead with wings on it". Although I have never experience one as a male, what he describes is quite similar to the feeling I have in my clitoris...when it wants to...when I want to...cum.
But, for now, I'm going to be busy celebrating Carnival. Going to New Orleans this weekend. I hope to find some inspiration there to write about on here. I'll just let whatever happens be my inspiration. It will probably all be intense enough. I'll see. You'll see. We'll all see it cuming!
helter skelter | February 12, 2010 - 00:00
enjoy
littlebit59 | February 12, 2010 - 00:09
But, of course; a good time will be had. Wish you were here...;o)
helter skelter | February 14, 2010 - 21:25
Hi
Saints. Is this American football? Mardi gras, is this American free for all? louisiana, is this the place with the breeze of restless souls blowing through it? lots of heat here cooled with gin & tonics, white wine in tall thin glasses and salmon with light cream sauce. Night has the decadent spirit and a wind filled with wild passions and all the muscle and howling at the moon you can take.
Hope you have a mad time in New Orleans. Will listen for the moans of delight
littlebit59 | February 15, 2010 - 20:53
Oh. OK. If you heard any moans those were probably a result of aching bones and tired feet and since the moon was new, the howling was most likely a long drawn out WHO DAT??
Yes, that would be the Saints of American football. Formerly know as the "Aints". They are now considered the World Champions. Of course they have yet to play every team in the world but I guess Americans take artistic license when it comes to their sports. In other words, Rugby doesn't count.
Did not drink any famous "Hurricanes" this trip but maybe next time we will. Mardi Gras, also known as "Fat Tuesday" is not an American holiday. It's just a heathen one...and there are also plenty of heathens in America, but most of them call Louisiana their home and it kind of helps to be Catholic.
I am not so inclined. I am still protestant as far as I know. I can't seem to switch religions as if I were changing my hair color. I really don't get a lot of their beliefs and not to start a debate, I like my easy does it deism attitude. God is good...The end.
All I can say about the trip to New Orleans, is that I went to feel the "love" and I surely did see it in the turn out for all the parades and the number of people in the city for the first time. It was nice.
The weather was grand until after the Bacchus parade and then it turned cold and started to rain. There we go again with destiny. I learned from a young man eager to share what flambeau meant. I had never seen them used until last night. It was quite educational. It was a lovely parade but I'm sure they have better ones in other places where they remember to party hardy before Lenten season begins on Ash Wednesday.
However, due to my many moons of life I was really too tired to wait until Drew Brees rode by as Bacchus and threw beads to begging girls. So, instead I went and played some slot machines (another heathen practice) so I could sit. If ever I return for another big name parade, I'm going to be sure to bring my chair....babee!
Happy Lundi Gras. Whenever you find the time, you might find this an interesting read (I know I did)
http://diamondslair.blogspot.com/2009/02/myth-monday-mardi-gras.html
littlebit59 | February 15, 2010 - 21:06
Oops. Last post posted twice...my bad.
helter skelter | February 15, 2010 - 22:56
In blazing hurry today. loved the story of the moons, God, aching bones and Fat Tuesday. One of my favourite haunts in New york is Fat Tuesdays. Am fired with all things good and energetic and bold and may climb a mountain soon. Lisen to Haydns trumpet concerto if you get a chance. Finished Main St. What a drag. Interviewed ex formula 1 driver, having a great time.
Stay up right. watch rugby. dream in the glow of the moons
helter skelter | February 21, 2010 - 21:22
Enjoying all things hot and in between. gathering together a smattering local expressions and sipping cool wine. long hot sunny days and long hot nights. And you ?
littlebit59 | February 21, 2010 - 22:09
Not so much hot here as mostly pleasant. Been contemplating on obsessions and trying to write something about them. Do you have any of those? I learned a little about wine (last week) by watching Regis and Kelly Live. Very interesting education about wine tasting and along the way I discovered the difference between them is very pronounced if one knows for what to look. I find my tastes run quite cheap...and I might not be able to tell you the differences in their taste. But, I do know what I like...Chardonnay is it for me. I used to love Merlot but all of them turn my face red. The reds seem to do so worse. What is your very favorite or did you already confess that to me?
I tried to watch a little of the movie "Love in the Time of Cholera" but it was kind of dry. Maybe I couldn't get past the guy that played the doctor. He used to play on "Law and Order" and he just seemed still like a cop to me...Don't get too hot!
helter skelter | February 22, 2010 - 22:58
Marlborough Savignon Blanc is often the world bench mark for white wine. A good Reisling 2007 Alan Scott is superb if you can get it. Don't mind a good Pinot Noir and for champagne I don't know how anyone could pass up Bollinger in a vintage year, creamy soft and dream like on the pallet. Puts stars and planets where they should be.
Oysters today and read in the afternoon. Reading Barabas at the moment. Won the Nobel prize for literature.
The book, Love In The Time Of Cholera beats the book by miles. They fucked up the film.
Wish you were here, you would love it.
Keep the wild side. Obsessions. I have a few but later.
hang in there
littlebit59 | February 22, 2010 - 23:13
Hanging. Tomorrow is my birthday, a benchmark on it's own. I will try to have me at least one glass of the best, if I can. Stars and planets, where they should be? Isn't that somewhere near the "Age of Aquarius"? That will be me tomorrow. I will be the age of Aquarius! Wish I was there, too. You'd give it to me good on my special day, wouldn't you? I'll probably never be this well aged again. But that's what I said at 50, so we'll see.
littlebit59 | February 22, 2010 - 23:29
Yeah also, that guy (in the film version of Love...Cholera); the very bad guy from No Country for Old Men made me lose time...:o)
helter skelter | February 28, 2010 - 22:00
Yes, no country for old men certainly ripped open some stuff. Yes, would give it to you good and long and hard and with great passion and style. Happy Birthday, happy happy birthday. I have one in May. Hope you did it well. Time here coming to an end. back to Korea then England. Feeling erotic and have freight trains racing through my veins, cum join me.
Moon shone on coast after mountain climb, ate fish, strolled the beach under moonlight, felt gooood, very very good you should have been there, would have been impossibley wild. talk soon. feeling very very wild and alive
littlebit59 | March 1, 2010 - 01:11
It's so good to feel alive. I have discovered I am not fond of Pinot Grigio. I guess I don't like the "bite". But, the Sauvignon Blanc is surely a front runner of favorites. Does that tell you anything about me? I'm trying the Chardonnay next. I think there are others I might like better but I'm a newbie in wine country. I couldn't find any of the ones you suggested but I have time to look into it further.
So, better news is that you're hard and full of passions. The full ice moon is lovely, tonight. I've developed a passion for the full moons. They seem to make me feel secure. Is your next birthday a land mark? I ate Mexican for my birthday and got there in time for "happy hour"; drank margaritas'. It was a very large glass; and tequila makes me braver than I need to be. So, I believed whatever I thought and acted accordingly. I will get my rightful gift one of these days. Perhaps, I'll write about it someday soon...
helter skelter | March 1, 2010 - 22:16
Sauvignon Blanc always good can be excellent. Reisling in the right mouth can excite and a good one passed from one mouth to the other is smooth. reds have to special for me, full of mouth, deep reds, warmth and passion. After taste should not be there in any degree at all. A bold red squeezed from a warm grape fully wrought and full of wild passion, sun and the smooth flesh of encounter is hard to find but bloody marvelous to drink.
Drink to the fullness of moons
littlebit59 | March 1, 2010 - 22:38
Oh I do drink to full moons. In fact, it's strange but I get antsy when the night sky is cloudy and I can't see the moon. Not just the full ones but the smiling ones as well. I guess I'm just a little moon doggy.
So, what made reds so special? If I was honest my first love was Merlot. Then, after I drank white, one night I realized it didn't make my face as red. I surely don't mind blushing but I'd rather it be caused by a mans lips on my body. Or both.
helter skelter | March 2, 2010 - 22:45
I drink to and kiss every part of your blushing body with my lips and a good red.
littlebit59 | March 2, 2010 - 23:13
Then I'll go head and have the red, too. Cause you could definitely kiss me anywhere you wish and no one would guess which was making me blush so red! Red red wine make me cum, too.
littlebit59 | March 2, 2010 - 23:41
I forgot to mention something when you told me how you were on your way back to England. I actually did meet a young man from there the last time I took the train. I was looking for #13 but he was, alas, not aboard this time. I would have loved to have had some fantasies about Harry, your young countryman, but he was a bit shy and nowhere near ready for some cougar. So, the most we shared were views on boring things and an apple. Perhaps, you can pick up the slack. I get the distinct impression that you would like to try.
helter skelter | March 4, 2010 - 00:12
There's not a lot of slack, all very tight and hard and packed with raw energy. will definitley write about the train. consider yourself blushed up. luxuriating in deep sun and gentle breeze. take that train, that wild satisfying train
helter skelter | March 9, 2010 - 09:53
this conversation, tagged onto the back of, "Passengers Will Please Refrain," has almost reached New Orleans and is likely to run right down into the gulf and drown. My E-mail. helterschkelter@yahoo.co.uk. Try me. Back in cold England. Dizzy from jet lag. Hope you're there somewhere. Had a brilliant flight back. Met 6'10" Aussie and wonderful German woman, medical Doctor. We spent a lot of time together at the Hyatt Hotel in Seoul. She a walker of the mountains.
Had best time in NZ. Shocked to have blasted around the world to land in cold place where red wine has to be quaffed to stay sane. Join me in glass. I'm raising it now. X to you
littlebit59 | March 9, 2010 - 15:01
I've got you on my radar...
helter skelter | March 9, 2010 - 15:42
Just bought cigars. having a glass. raising it. Going to writing group tonight. Look up R.S.Downie and "Medicus and the dissapearing dancing girls" she wrote it and others. She is one of our group. Am as wild as can be. have had my father quoting Omar Kayham. You are brilliant.
littlebit59 | March 9, 2010 - 16:08
Ah cigars. I've tried a few. Are they Cuban? I hear they're the best. I used to love their smell when someone else was smoking one. But, it's been a while since I've had the pleasure of the scent of some good rolled tobacco.
"Medicus" you say? "and the disappearing girls"? Maybe I'll get around to reading soon.