You Want Some More?
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Posted:Nov 20, 2006 10:39 pm
Last Updated:Dec 8, 2006 4:02 pm
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The sound of leaves rushing past the window as a strong wind blows is barely audible as I part my lips and allow my tongue to slither out and run along the crease in your neck.
Gliding the blade of it across your collar bone and kissing your shoulder.
I can't believe how fair your skin is. Truly it only enhances the satin sheets under our bodies.
Our lips meet again but this time we kiss deep enough that I can taste the wine we shared during our dinner.
I feel your fingers raking down my back, and the heat building between our bodies is burning like a furnace.
Each breath seem to echo and become amplified as you bury your face into my chest.
I rise up slightly to start to remove my shirt. And you pull me back into you.
Our clothes are hanging haphazardly and would be better off on the floor at this time.
We waste little time realizing this.
Your perfectly manicured fingers softly but with a great command pull at my shirt, and in an instant it is untucked, you begin to work at the buttons as I slide yours down your right arm, across your back, and then down the left.
The sight of your breast heaving as you struggle with the last button on my shirt is like finding a city of gold in a dark night.
Transfixed on your bust as they rise and fall with every breath of yours, I decide it's tame to unleash them from the cruel cage that traps and holds them.
I have your bra off so fast I am not even sure how I did it, but am thinking maybe you helped me along the way while I was blinded by your girls' in the jiggly way they were saying "hello.".
On our knees now, and face to face on the bed, I run my hand across your forehead and wipe the hair out of your face.
I then allow it to fall down to the top of your breast and feel the heart behind them beating slightly more rapidly.
Ahhhhh... who does that to your heart?
Every thought of what I'd like to do floods my mind, but I still take my time.
running my hand over your breast, and giving your nipple a gentle squeeze, I then let my fingers cover the top of each one, and curl them in a slow cautious movement, and slid them farther down to your ribs.
I feel you shudder, and stop.
"Are you okay?" I ask with a coy voice.
"unhuh.", you reply.
"Are you?" you ask in a whisper that barely grazes my ears.
(Hell no I'm not.) "Yes." I say as I place my hands back on your breast and rub them together in and out of large circular motions.
I hear the sound of my buckle being undone. and my waist suddenly has a lot more freedom of movement.
The sound of my zipper coming down suddenly puts me in a state of shy, but excited frenzy.
I try to delay you by wrapping both my arms around your back and pulling you in tighter then a boa constrictor.
But one of my hands goes on auto pilot and finds it's way down to your ass.
The other follows and soon I am kneading both cheeks. Slipping my hands in and under whats left of the clothes still left on your body.
I feel one of your nipples hard and puckered scrape past one of my own.
Our excitement builds, and the heat is becoming more intense even though we are becoming more naked.
The window is now fogged and does not reflect anything, but the candle light shows our shadows on the wall holding each other. Our bodies elongated by stout walls.
As you bring your hands to my waist I move mine up your back and massage your shoulder blades with my old calloused hands trying to be as gentle as they will allow.
another session of kissing ensues, as I balance precariously on one leg allowing my pants to slid off and down.
Your breath is hot, and comforting. I begin to kiss your eye lids forcing you to close them lightly and loose your own balance, but I have you now so it's okay.
I maneuver your legs to your side and place my hand behind your head leaning gently in with my weight to take you backwards on to your back.
when you open your eyes, you see the top of my head and once again feel the blade of my tongue walking down your neck, on to your clavicle, and then beginning to circle your breast. Starting at the top and working in a spiral inward slowly out to the side and then underneath.
My nose brushes your nipple, then you feel the warmth of breath before it is sucked up into my mouth.
By now I have worked your pants down to your silky thighs.
I try with all my might not to bite you, but to no avail as the animal in me takes over.
You feel my teeth clenching and releasing ever bit of skin that my face has contact with.
Pants at your ankles you decide to help me along and kick them off.
Now my tongue is back at work, gliding down the center of your chest and to your belly. I feel your abdominal muscles tighten as I go over each one.
I slide my tongue between your underwear and skin and flick it in a snake like manner hoping to get your attention.
With my teeth I then grasp the band of your panties and start to drag them down, I balance myself on your legs with my hands and work your thighs with fingers as you feel yourself becoming exposed.
I sit up part way when I get them past your knees and then slowly guide them off while looking you in your expecting eyes.
Half your face is obscured by the dim light in the room.
Once off, I brush my head up against your right leg and then lean in towards your center. You feel head as my soft hair makes contact with your most private parts, and the warmth of my breath released on them. now my head turns and you see my eyes hungry, yearning for something that my discipline will not yet let me have.
I come back up face to face with you and your legs part to make room for mine.
You can feel my more then half erect member pressing up and into you through my underwear as I now wrap my arms around the back of your neck,
Tiny beads of sweat now appear on my forehead and chest. You hear me whispering unintelligibly into your ear as I accent my meaning less words with a bite.
You begin to rub through the thin cloth separating your bare skin from mine.
Oops... I think my Mommy is calling now, so I need to get of the computer.
I will get the third part out just as soon as I get the laundry done tomorrow.
Hehehehe.
Ken
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You Want Some Of This?
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Posted:Nov 19, 2006 10:17 pm
Last Updated:Nov 23, 2006 7:57 am
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I pull you into me.
Both my hands on your hips.
Your breast pressed up against mine.
The moment happend so fast I felt your breath expell involuntarily at the surpise of my movements.
There is no fear in your eyes, but I am sure mine are just as deciving on the matter.
To be holding a Goddess and have her sweet lips so close that I can feel the magnetiszm of her flesh.
My heart skips a beat when I hear my name whispered.
A candle flickers out on the dresser as a warm breaze blows.
Where the hell did that come from? It don't matter, this is no time for logic.
I feel the urge to lift you up just as your knees buckle in.
Now you are in the safest place in the world.
My arms.
You know I hate the cold, but in this moment of time it does not bother me in the least to see the frosted window refleting our image as I carry you to the bed and lay you down, as close to the center as I can get.
Your exposed shoulder with it's perfect curvature delights me and I'm unable to look away until you reach up and cup my jaw in your hands.
My lips now pressed firmly against yours.
Damnit woman! Let me breath!
I tilt my head up to catch a breath and feel your teeth sink into my lower lip.
Aaaah...Now you're talkin' a language I can understand.
"whats wrong with this jackass?" You think.
"Don't he want me?"
"Take your time." I tell myself. She is yours for the whole weekend.
I grab up your hair and pull it into a knotted position on the top of your head to expose your neck.
I manuver my head around to get right behind your ear with my lips and begin a series of gentle kisses back to your hungry lips.
The ions in the air urging me through their charge to zap you with the passion of 10 men.
Fighting nature I take my time, take my time.
Our breathing has become so heavy now.
Your eyes flash as a car passes outside.
I realease your hair and move towards your collar bone.
AND THATS ALL YOU GET TONIGHT FOLKS!
Ken
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Ippiki Okami
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Posted:Nov 18, 2006 8:50 am
Last Updated:Feb 28, 2007 6:22 pm
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Ippiki Okami litterally means a lone wolf.
I got a tee shirt from an ex-girl friend once that had this written in Japanese Kanji characters across it.
What the hell huh?
Ken
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Her Beauty Shone Through!
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Posted:Nov 16, 2006 8:32 pm
Last Updated:Feb 28, 2007 6:23 pm
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Today at work I saw a woman.
She was probably in her 50's.
She had a couple of grand in tow.
I have seen her before many many years ago.
She was the type who you would not forget.
She has some kind of disease that made her have a very prominent forehead, and very high cheek bones, or possibly tumors on her cheek bones making them appear to be high.
Sorry but I forgot what it's called.
I think it was the same thing that guy who stared in the move MASK with Cher had.
Anyways, I was coming up the stairs and passed her.
Looking her in the eyes I said "Hi." and went about my business. She told the to "move out of the doctor's way." and I turned and said "Oh, it's okay, I'm no doctor, they never would use the stairs here."
She chuckled, and went on her way.
At the top of the stairs I stopped and watched them very silently.
She knelt down, and snapped all the buttons on the 's coats, and put their hats on them.
As I was enjoying the moment I remembered the other time I saw her when she had brought her own into the ER for some stitches.
I talked to her then (I was a security officer at that time with a crew cut and uniform, on this day I was wearing scrubs, a mask and cap.)and found her to be very fun and light hearted despite her condition.
I saw this woman's beauty shinning through.
Her grace and elegance was astounding.
I thought to myself it must have taken a very special man to love her, and to produce with her so long ago, and now she is enjoying the fruits of her own fruit.
The left our facility but I was unable to go back to work just yet.
I went to the window and watched her load them into her car, put belts on them, and then get in and start up her car.
I got paged overhead but waited to see her drive out of our lot before going in.
I thought about her all day.
What life must be like for her, and the way's she is probably treated for looking abnormal.
My heart shook with sadness thinking that anyone could judge such a person because of a disfigurement.
She was more perfect then most people I know.
Ken
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So I went gold this time around.
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Posted:Nov 15, 2006 5:09 pm
Last Updated:Nov 17, 2006 5:15 pm
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I thought it was funny.
AdultFriendFinder ignores all my other emailed complaints about censoring me, (Sometimes in my own blogs.) slapping new restrictions on silvers, and giving golds stupid benefits.
So I decided to try gold membership out and see what it's all about.
I was amazed, because I no sooner upgraded when I got immediate help on some of my questions.
Originally I thought gold membership's only perks was having more storage space and access to more and larger photos.
I still think that this is the case.
A lot of people will probably think that I am a sell out because of trying this new membership, but the reality is I'm not, and it's my money so why should they care?
I make enough of it to support myself, spend on a 200 dollar a week cigar habit and still have some left over, so I wonder why people think that they need to worry about it.
Anyways, as I try this out, I will be taking notes to see if it really was better then my silver membership.
So far I know that the customer service is....but not so sure about the rest.
The week is now starting to slow a bit.
I hope all you readers are well, and doing at least one thing every day that scares you.
Ken
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Is The AL Getting Any Better?
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Posted:Nov 14, 2006 4:10 pm
Last Updated:Aug 31, 2007 9:28 pm
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Recently when I go to see the AL (Advice Line.) I am really bummed at all the stupid, and repeat questions.
Lately it looked like it was getting better but then took a turn for the stupid again.
I guess you can't help that on an open forum.
I Do have some questions that I could ask to help bring it back up to speed, but it seems most people don't like non-sexually related questions.
For example, I need advice on how to get my humidor to get back up to about 70. It constantly hovers around 55 even though my house temp is 20 degrees higher or more.
I could use some advice on car shopping, on buying some new clothes, finishing my degree, and a whole bunch of other topics.
Usually when I post in the AL it is out of a heart felt desire to try and help someone who has a serious question, but as many of you already know, I answer them as I read them.
Serious to serious, and stupid to stupid.
Sexually I am very experienced. I also have had many jobs where I had to deal with people when they were not exactly having the best moments in their lives, so I really love the questions about sex, and personal problems....but some of the stuff is just getting nuts.
Speaking of nuts, I need to go bust one now.
I just had a tough day at work, and the shower looks real inviting, so does the bottle of slip gel in there too.
Ken
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Special Friends
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Posted:Nov 12, 2006 1:15 am
Last Updated:Nov 17, 2006 5:20 pm
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We all have them, or at least I hope we do.
Special friends who we can just unload everything on to.
People who just listen and don't offer any words that we want to hear, just the words that let us know we are being heard.
I had a bad week.
Sometimes it does good to grab an old friend and just remember better times.
For me that was a little bit of a challenge since my bestest friend in the whole wide world lives across the Pacific.
Using IM is great but when I talk with him (we speak different languages.) it can get confusing because my PC does not allow me to type in Hiragana, and his English is, well, let's just say not practiced enough.
It's like a free international call over the internet.
So My buddy Mitsu is a Shinto Priest. (Yes, Satanist can have friends who are priest, it's allowed.) and I was letting him know how things have been going, and we were catching up.
Switching back and forth between English and Japanese was kinda hard because I'm out of practice with that language and some words in Japanese have a more profound or emotionally stirring meaning to me then their so called English equivalent.
Mitsu understands that I am a man who should have been dead many times over by now, and always manage to survive anything thrown at me.
Because of this, I can tell him things that I can't talk to other people about.
Special friends tend to seem more like they are a part of you, then an outside source.
So when he talks to me, I feel that it's really me talking to myself.
There is nothing better the special friends who make you realize that you are significant, and have a place. If nowhere else, at least in their hearts and minds.
So I guess what I am trying to say (especially to all the kind words from people in my blog yesterday.) is that I consider many of you to be special friends to me as well.
Not as tight as Mitsu and I, just cuz we have not gone through the same trials together, but your kind words have helped me to see answers that were temporarily shrouded in the mist of uncertainty.
The picture I have chosen to include in this posting is of my room at Mitsu's house.
It is one of the most tranquil places I have ever been.
I long to go back. Not just to see him, but because peace like the type I felt in his presence is hard to find.
Especially when one is constantly doing battle inside his or her own heart.
Thank you to all my friends.
Ken
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A page from the diary of a mad man.
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Posted:Nov 10, 2006 6:18 pm
Last Updated:Nov 12, 2006 9:07 pm
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It feels like I have been stuck in Tuesday all this week.
I'm in one of those kinds of moods.
The kind where nothing matters, and all you wanna do is sleep so the next day can pass.
But what about the day after that?
A new beginning? Or another day of torment.
This must be hell.
I dare not reach out for my hand has been bitten before.
Overpowering urge to fly blindly off the handle is only kept in check by the thoughts of better days, days that only come when I want them.
But in a funk it's hard to know what one desires.
Days when the sun is just warm enough to feel like a hug, but not hot enough to burn you.
And the nights!
Oh, the nights are lonely.
Left in the dark with only me, myself, and I.
The mind begins to play tricks.
A shadow moves in the corner, yet I am sitting on the bed.
Who's there?
Is it only me?
I can't trust what I see.
A rage begins to boil up but I don't know why.
Mama said to never keep it bottled up.
But momma has not lived this life.
She deserves better then what she got.
These insane ramblings can only mean one thing.
I'm not getting out enough.
But then again, it's safer that way.
Ken
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Ken, we have a situation here.
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Posted:Nov 8, 2006 6:29 pm
Last Updated:Nov 12, 2006 10:31 am
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Tomorrow is going to be a hellish day.
The list for surgery is as long as my arm with my hand fully extended and holding my dick.
A lot of the cases are going to require the same instruments over and over again, so there will be little time for proper decontamination before sterilizing them and putting them back into use.
As if this were not enough, I got word from a nurse friend of mine that there is one particular case that will involve a who is in some form of a custody battle.
This particular nurse knows my back ground. The back ground I don't tell to a lot of the others working at my facility.
I'll fill you in really quick on it.
17-22 I was an MP (Military Police.)in the US Army. After that I was in the reserves as an MP and worked in these types of jobs. Security at a trauma center, security patrol, bouncer in a cowboy bar, security for a grocery store, guard at a warehouse, security director at a hospital, reserve officer, martial arts instructor. (Black belts in Tae Kwon Do, Bushidokan, and a brown belt in Judo.)and grief counselor.
The list is actually longer, but I'll spare you the details.
Anyways, currently, I am the director for the CS department in my facility, but upon hearing this news I went to offer my services up front tomorrow if needed and was told that should a confrontation between the two families erupt, that a post op nurse was the one delegated to go and handle it.
Now I am not the sharpest tool in the shed, but when I heard which nurse it was I had to scratch my head a bit and think. (She is very shy and un-confrontational.)
I let my CEO and head nurse know that they can call me if and when the situation gets out of control and they pretty much stated that they would like to keep me out of the situation.
Now is it just me, or did they perhaps not understand that a guy who used to pull drunk Green Beret's and Rangers out of bars has a better chance of dealing with this problem then someone who spends their time writing down medications in charts?
Anyways at the time of this post I decided that it's not my problem anyways so why worry about it?
I feel sorry for the going through this. It's bad enough that they have to have an operation, but to have two sets of retarded parents who are known trouble makers added on top of it really sucks.
I guess maybe I miss my old line of work.
Ken
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Fuck me!
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Posted:Nov 5, 2006 4:52 pm
Last Updated:May 15, 2007 9:10 pm
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Why is it that when I get a good idea if I don't write it down, I forget it.
I hate it when this happens.
Ken
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An attempt at poetry.
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Posted:Nov 3, 2006 5:56 pm
Last Updated:Nov 9, 2006 8:45 pm
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This is one I thought of while being inspired by the James Clavel novel SHOGUN.
It depicts Lord Buntaro with his wife Mariko.
She had fallen in love with a foreigner who she was to help as a teacher.
Buntaro knew about this affair and it drove him mad with rage.
However their lord Toranaga had ordered them to make peace so Buntaro set up a very simple tea ceremony in order to comply with the wishes of his master.
In the room where they meet there is a single flower laying on the floor near the tea cups"
The warrior picked the flower
and held it at her cheek
to catch the tear running down it,
falling from the peek.
His warm grasp would soon be cold and lifeless,
she too knew,
that soon he would be wifeless.
The thought of a mutual killing ending it all was sheer ecstasy and delight.
But she had orders to survive the night.
Unless you know about Asian, (Particularly Japanese culture.) customs this may seem morbid but in reality it is a very odd confrontation between love, duty to a master, and family honor.
I have read the book twice in my life and watched the movie countless times.
I recommend it to all.
Ken
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Conflict is stupid
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Posted:Nov 2, 2006 4:57 pm
Last Updated:May 15, 2007 9:11 pm
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A lot of people I know hide their heads in the sand when it comes to confrontation.
But I feel a little confrontation is healthy for people.
My most recent confrontation happened last night because a friend of mine decided to yell at a sound man in a bar we went to.
Some people in the mosh pit thought that he was saying the band sucked, but he was actually meaning that the sound person was fucking up.
He got a lot of dirty stares and I was ready to protect his flank from the crowd of quasi-goth, satanist wanna-bes.
The owner came up and talked to him and things were calmed down considerably.
(After all, I did not wanna get bounced out after paying a cover charge and buying drinks.)
We got some free drinks and my buddy was pacified for the time.
So it got me to thinking about what starts a confrontation.
I already know that it's basically anger, or disagreement about something, but why are some solved by talking and others with violence?
I guess it depends on the amount of passion between the contenders. Personal discipline also plays a huge factor.
I see people starting fights for the stupid reasons, for example when I used to be a bouncer at a cowboy bar in Williamsberg, KS. I broke up a fight and asked what it started over. One patron said that it's because He wanted to go home, and his buddy did too, but the problem is that his buddy would not admit to wanting to go home first.
Holy shit! A stupid confrontation by people just as stupid.
I am at a point in my life where I can avoid conflicts most of the time, but I sometimes decide to put myself in to one just so I don't get rusty.
Don't know why I do that though.
I guess in some ways, I still lack discipline.
Ken
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Too many thougts
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Posted:Oct 30, 2006 4:48 pm
Last Updated:Aug 26, 2007 11:24 pm
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Thoughts crash through my head tonight like waves on rocks.
I am not saying I'm depressed about anything, just thinking way too much.
I wonder how much I complicate my own life by being the way I am.
Not that I don't like complication either.
Just wondering why I do the things I do.
Wondering why I wonder like I do.
wondering why I am filled with wondering!
What if I have already done what my purpose was for?
Do I find new ones, or get guided to them?
What if my mission had failed. There are little second chances.
Did opportunity knock while I was busy dreaming and I did not bother to wake up?
Did someone suffer because I was not there for them?
Why does Superman and Batman wear their underwear on the outside of their outfits?
If I feel so dead why is there still a beating sound coming from my chest?
If I tell the truth, does the world care how I told it?
Does a lover care how I choose my words?
These are the thoughts of the last five minutes, but what do the next ten hold?
Why do I think so much about this crap. Isn't it bed time in some place yet?
Wish I was there.
PS. How do I get all this make up from last night off?
Ken
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