An opening line, never used

I wrote this opening (now revised) for a short story that my friend wanted for her birthday. I never got around to finishing it, but I always thought it was a great opening.

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"Oh, this can't be good" was the one thing came to my mind as my pants hit the floor. In my hand was a Sony digital camera with a blank tape and a full battery.

Under the bed were two pair of women’s shoes and an empty bottle of wine.



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A poem for a friend

The market place, is
Site, sound laughter, fresh flowers
But just on Thursday


I love kettlecorn
My lover, a new vegan
Would rather not eat cows


We shop together
Pointing, choosing, shaping new
A life together


Back at the market
I seek out her final urn
Fresh Flowers, Sound, and Laughter

What would my fingers do....?

She asked me a simple question over the phone as we talked late into the night, miles and miles apart.

What would your fingers do?

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First they would...

Unzip,
Unbutton,
Unhook,
Roll down,
Pull off,
Put away,
Push back,
Lift up,
Spread,
Pin down,
Tie up........

and then......

A little pinching,
a lot of stroking,
some spreading,
some dipping,
a bit of rolling,
a touch of kneading,
a lot of rubbing,
a penetration or two,
and lots of slipping, in and out and in and out.

Then they would be in your mouth, sharing your taste, your sweetness as you suck them in deep, foreshadowing what you would do to the rest of me.

You try to take me in your hands, but you can't, 'cause they are tied wide to the bed-posts on your 4-poster, as are your feet. I stand over you and laugh as you struggle against the Velcro cuffs. The cords stretch just enough to let you move, but not enough for you to touch me unless I let you.

As you lay there, open and exposed, and dripping, I press your thighs open further with my kneading and put my fingers on your swollen pink lips. Pinned to the bed you start to whimper as my hands rotate your puffy lips, pulling and tugging in all directions you feel your skin move and slide on your wetness. Your inner lips start to open and close as I move your body more aggressively. My thumbs press into the muscles of your crotch and you feel them pull tighter and spread noisily open.

You are able to lift your ass of the bed by just and inch and I put my hands under your cheeks and pull them apart. You can feel the cool air on your most tender, hidden skin. My fingers start to creep towards your tight pucker and you start your feeble protest.

"Not there" you say, with absolutely no conviction in your voice, "Please"

But the 'please' sounds more like begging than protesting.

Closer and closer my fingertips creep across your skin. My hands curl under your body, spreading you wider, and you feel the tender skin stretch and the pucker start to loosen. As I move my hands under your body my mouth lowers to within a millimeter of your pulsing clit. You try and buck your hips into my mouth but I hold you down by gripping your cheeks even tighter.

With one more move you feel the tip of my index finger press gently on the tight hole. You can feel my hot breath on the wet lips of your body, and I ask you a simple question...

"Front? or back?"

“Front” you whisper, your voice dry and cracked.

As my finger presses deeper, pressing the folds of you body open, my mouth attaches itself to you open lips. My tongue explores, finding the savory taste I have long sought after. My nose is buried .