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Reliving Passion with my true Blue.
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Posted:Mar 24, 2009 11:39 am
Last Updated:Jul 27, 2009 12:24 pm
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If you ever find true passion never let it go.
I found that passion and had it taken away from me. I was determined to have it again. Unfortunately it was about 1,000 miles away. 13 1/2 hours. But she was worth the journey. I know she thought I had forgotten about her but that is the hardest thing to do.
NC to Canada for my Blue. 13 hours straight with a stop here and there for food. I enjoyed the drive because every mile was a mile closer to her. I promised her new years so my mission was clear.
Despite the drive, once I crossed the border I had a renewed energy. I hadn't seen her in months and now the only thing left was a short 40 minutes. I called her to let her know I was near. The excitement and anticipation were mixed with disbelief that I was actually coming for her.
Once I arrived she ran out into the snow and chilled air and greeted me with the biggest hug and soft but yearning kiss. We made our way inside but we weren't focused on anything about her family except getting some alone time to reconnect.
After a painful 30 minutes we were off. There was much touching and kissing as we drove. Finally checking into the Hotel and making our way to the room on an upper floor. She didn't like the view but the only thing I came to see was her. We told ourselves we would take it slow and build up to sex. Seeing her and being able to smell her scent and touch her changed that. My Blue could send a thrill through me from across the room. She has a magnetism that attracts men from all races to her. I am no exception to this. She tries to make her way to the bathroom to freshen up but I catch her and pull her to me so I can taste her lips. She resists momentarilly but she can feel my need, my desire to be with her. Taking a seat on the bed now she is standing in front of me. She lays on top of me and we kiss again. She tastes of pure unfiltered love. The way you kiss someone you never thought you'd ever see again. We are lucky to have that feeling everytime we touch. She is a woman like no other I have known or will ever know. The heat of her passion is too much for me and my anxious hands start to remover her clothes. First to go is the sweater. That leads to her very full 36c bra covered breasts. I press on to get the bra unhooked and wrap my lips around her right nipple. Her hands are on the back of my head now. She moans her appreciation of my tongue circling her nipple and areola. I push her hands abover her head and kiss her breasts, shoulders, neck and finally those lips. Her lips have now gone from their soft pink to a deeper shade. It is obvious that she too is aroused.
Her hands are searching now. Pulling off my sweater and undershirt together so that my chest is exposed and our skin is touching. Her body is so warm that I could just lay in her arms but the urge to reconnect is overwhelming for both of us. Our hands start to remove our jeans and shoes. Once we are nude she makes a playful run for the restroom again. And again I catch her and pull her to me. Her 5'2" frame is so perfect and I release her to just stare at her body. She is a living sculpture. She would disagree. My woman has a rubenesque shape like the classical sculptures but she is definitely prettier and more shapely than those stone figures. She has very petite feet with nicely pedicured toenails. The calves are her trademark when she has on heels and a skirt at mid thigh she get compliments even from women. Her waist is perfect for me as are the delicate hands that caress my face and body. Those same hands are caressing my hardness now.
Our contrasting skin tones are a turn on for both of us. She with her lightly tanned skin. She reminds me of butter pecan ice cream. Her skin is that sweet to me. Looking into those eyes I can see she is lost right now. She kneels in front of me and handles my hardness like a new toys. As her lips cover the head she looks up at me to see me smile. I know she loves this... The moment where she lets go of the control so that her only desire now is to give me pleasure. It isn't that she is totally selfless, she knows my only mission is to totally satisfy her as well. Watching her blonde hair and crystal blue eyes staring at me as she sucks and licks me like I am her favorite treat makes me harder than I have ever known. I whisper instruction and compliments to her about how she is doing. Not that she needs them, my Blue is my viagra lol. I can feel myself losing control as I come in her mouth she swallows and catches as much as she can. Then we kiss and I lay her on the bed so I can feast on her. She is wet from the orgasm she had while sucking me. Now I run my tongue from the base of her pussy to her clit and then suck and kiss her lips until her juices are starting to lightly flow. Placing two fingers inside of her I start to massage her G-spot while my tongue is licking circles around her clit. I can hear her whispering my name between moans and I know she is close. When she tries to push my head away I know she is there and then her vaginal walls contract and push her sweet stickiness onto my fingers and face. I could stop but I know there is more and she has been without me for months. I ease up on her clit and continue to rub her pussy. It is such a pretty pussy too. When it is spread the lips are slightly dark and then the soft pink inside. My tongue penetrates her licking inside of her which brings more cum from my woman. Finally she pulls me up to kiss me while her hands search for my hardness and guide me in. Slowly penetrating her as our eyes are locked. Her mouth makes a tiny little circle and an,"ohh..." slips out. My lips cover hers so that the next one stays with me. Despite her orgasm and mine we are still fully aroused. Her wetness compliments my hardness as we move together.
She asks,"Did you miss me?" eyes looking longingly at me.
I respond,"Until this moment yes you were missed."
Our lovemaking is more passion than technique. The closeness is enough in itself to drive us to ecstasy. She has her legs around my waist while I thrust into her. Sometimes shallow then maybe a hard deep thrust followed by an all out pounding. I know she is feeling good cause her legs raise to go on my shoulders. I push them back slightly to kiss them and the skin behind her knees. She has this delicious little curve from having these perfectly developed legs that gets me going even more.
We move like this over and over for what seems like minutes but is actually hours. By the time we sleep (with her in my arms) We can hear the sounds of Montreal coming to life again. I tell her it feels like a dream to travel so far for so long for this moment. She reaches for my hand and puts it on her breast. Looking at me with those baby blues she says,"This is how life should be everyday. You should be with me and I should be your woman."
I write this to anyone who has found this kind of passion and implore you to never be as foolish as me and let it go. You only live once. However if you live without ever having experienced passion in love or life you haven't lived at all.
Blue, you will always have that piece of me I was searching for.
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Mall Passion
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Posted:Dec 11, 2007 3:52 pm
Last Updated:Nov 15, 2011 6:26 am
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I was in the bookstore at the mall. In the Art section looking thru a photography book on gymnastics when I had this fleeting moment. I caught a glimpse of a pair of legs that were walking by. Not just any legs but there was something to the shape of them. No stockings just toned and tight with the calf muscles giving them this perfect curve. They (along with the rest of her) were lightly tanned. I let my gaze travel up her legs to equally well defined thighs. Her skirt was about halfway up her thigh a nice brown skirt that hugged her figure. I let my eyes roam over her gentle curves she had a bit of meat on her but that let me know this is a real woman. Not so much she was fat but just thick like an Lane Bryant model. My Fav. going higher I could see the skirt was actually a dress that was hugging her C cups very snuggly. The book she was holding was about Rodin (a classic sculptor for those who don't know) The book was now blocking my view of her cleavage but I could make out a very well manicured hand. The sleeves on the dress hugged her forearms and that just intrigued me more as much as the fact that her 3/4 length black leather car coat was now...facing me!!! It was like oh shit, I've been lost in admiring her and now from her body position I knew she was now looking at me. So since I wasn't done looking I slowly tilted my head to finally look into her eyes...that were covered with dark sunglasses. This woman was not from around here.
You do know the books are on the shelf
She said with a Eastern European accent. Her voice had a hint of condescending tone to it. Kinda like how dare you stare at me. Despite her 5'2" frame I could see her expression was very self assured.
I would apologize but this is the first time I've seen art admire itself.
My reply was not what she expected. She tilted her head forward and peered over her shades. I bet many a man lost it when he was staring into those liquid blue eyes.
You shouldn’t stare at people. It isn’t polite.
I wasn’t staring at you.
Her expression changed I could see a little confussion about what I said.
I was admiring a very beautiful work of art.
She turned her back to me and put the book back on the shelf and walked away. Then she stopped.
Some people don’t want to be admired.
I caught up to her and leaned in next to her ear and whispered...
True, some people don’t. You are not one of those people.
For some reason I was feeling more cool and manly around her even though I thought in any other case she was out of my league. This time I pressed on. I offered her my arm and she walked away. That was her mistake because those legs were saying to mecome on follow usSo follow her I did. I followed her into a very crowded shoe store. She was wearing a kind of black slingback closed toe 3in heel. I waited till she spoke with a salesman and he went to try and make his way to the back of the store. When he emerged I told him I would take the shoes to my girlfriend but sent him to get one that I picked out in her size. I took the shoes to her and kneeled in front of her. She now had the shades off. Her foot was extended (I guess for the salesman to put her shoe on) I took her very small and very well manicured foot and slipped off the shoe to put on the ones she picked out. She never looked down until I said
These aren’t you
Her head looked down at me with a annoyed amusement. The auburn hair framing her face let me really see how attractive this woman was.
Are you some kind of stalker? she asked.
No but I have something that you’ll like a bit better.
As if on cue the salesman returned with the shoes I selected. He looked at me like what are you doing. I asked him,
What was your name again sir?
He stated,”Alex”
Well thank you Alex, that will be all. You can assist someone else.
and off he went. I reached out to touch mystery woman’s foot and paused to speak to her.
You know it is all their fault.
I motioned at her legs,
They compelled me to follow you, may I?
She looked at me questioningly. I placed the brown suede 3in heels on her feet then holding her foot I placed her heel on my shoulder and slid my hands up her ankles and felt her calves. She was now breathing heavily and her skin was hot to the touch. I lowered her foot to the floor and repeated with the other leg. Running my hands up her leg this time to her thigh. Taking her shades I placed them on her face then carressed her cheek. “You’ll love the way you look.” She rose and went to admire herself in the mirror. I went back to Alex the Salesman and purchased the shoes but told him she’ll be wearing them out. I left a note telling her “True art should always be admired.” Then dissappeared into the mall thinking I might as well head for home. I was making my way back to my truck and had just hit the unlock on my key chain. When I could hear that familar click clack of heels on pavement. I opened the door and waited till the heels stopped behind me.
GET IN.
She climbed in and was scooting over when I grabbed her left leg and swung her around so that her feet were facing me and she was leaning against the passenger door. Her dress had ridden up her thighs and the sheer panties she had on came into view. I grabbed the panties with one hand and half ripped them off. Then pulling her forward I began to eat her pussy like we had been together before. I spread her labia and put my tongue inside to find that she was already wet with excitement. I knew in daylight in the mall parking lot there wasn’t much time so I focused on her exposed clit and sucked lightly on it while circling my tongue around it. I put my index and middle finger inside of her and gently rubbed her g-spot. I could feel her growing tighter as I fingered and licked her. It felt as if she was squeezing me out. Then I felt her spasms but she never once moaned. I was determined to have her at least moan once. I needed to hear that from her for some reason. I know that it was feeling good for her cause my hand and the seat were wet with her juices. Now I was upset that she was denying me the pleasure of hearing her pleasure so I made my tongue into a crease and licked and sucked her clit into my mouth while my fingers made motions of “come here “ inside her. That did it. She said something very calmly in a language I don’t know then said softly, “beautiful” and her spasming seized my fingers as she shot her female cum in a straight sweet sticky stream into my mouth. Her legs trembled and except for her giving a soft cooing sound nothing else was said. I helped her from my truck. As she pulled her dress down I moved behind her to move her hair to the side and planted a hot kiss on the back of her neck. Then I whispered to her. “So that everytime you adjust your hair you’ll remember me.” She straightened up and walked that sexy walk back toward the mall. Her panty remnants were in my car as well as her bag containing the other shoes. I guess the salesman put them in the box. Out of nostalgia I pulled one out to look at it and a receipt fell out. It read:
Next weekend. Victoria’s Secret.
I hope to see you.
XxX
-Blue
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Helping to define passion with Chelsea.
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Posted:May 6, 2007 12:14 am
Last Updated:Oct 19, 2011 4:40 am
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I used to work the graveyard shift and typically I was the only one except for the night cleaner. Because the hotel where I worked had some security concerns we started pairing up for safety on the late shift. I ended up working with Chelsea the weekday late shift person. She isn't a model but a very nice looking woman. 5'8" 165lbs, shoulder length brown hair, glasses and a treasure chest always concealed by our drab dark suit type uniforms. Very subtly sexy. She had trained me so I knew a little about her. I had given her a birthday kiss once (on the cheek) in the year I'd been working with her.
Now that we worked together we got our work done twice as fast which left about 6 hours to kill on the shift. We talked about many things, but never sex. One day she was commenting on how thin Hollywood women are. I had said I don't like rail thin girls. She looked at me and said, "Right, I bet if Jennifer Aniston said she wanted sex with you you would go with her." I said, "That true but not because she's super hot but because I'm a guy who likes all women." She just gave me this weird look. We said nothing else of it till the next week. She asked me what did I mean all women. I told her it didn't matter their age, race, weight as long as they have passion. She laughed and asked,"What kind of passion do bring to the table?" I said,"I can show you, better than I can tell you." She gave me this smirk that was saying I don't think so. I said,"Really, it doesn't involve any sex or anything." She laughed and said "What the hell, enlighten me." She was sitting in a computer chair across from me. I sat behind her and ran my fingers through her hair. She had this really nice smelling, shiny brown hair. I kept running my hands through her hair occasionally carressing her face in hands. I whispered to her ear,"This is how passion starts." then moved closer to her neck sweeping her hair from the nape. I then moved my face as close as I could to her neck without touching her. I wanted her to feel my heat. My fingers dragged across her soft pink lips and she sucked one into her mouth. Then while pulling her hair to expose her neck more I lightly kissed and tongued her neck gradually building up till i was kissing my way around to face her. She had been sucking that one finger the whole time. When I turned her around to face me she grabbed my dick through my pants and started to rub. Then she went in for a kiss and I stopped her. "This is what I meant when I said a woman has to have passion." She released her hold and gave me a shit eating grin. We both went away that night with raging hormones but it was the first of many defining moments we shared.
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