Breathless...No Matter What Happens  

AtomicArtist0 46M
5236 posts
10/10/2005 11:13 pm

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3/24/2008 5:43 pm

Breathless...No Matter What Happens

"...and so a secret kiss brings madness with a bliss. and I will think of this when I'm dead in my grave. Set me adrift and I'm lost over there. And I must be insane to go skating on your name and by tracing it twice, I fell through the ice..." -Tom Waits

Our first dance.

If I can turn the hands back on the clock I think of the last time I was on top, thrusting in her. Her hands gently caressing my shoulders...at first, then my neck, her thumbs poised getly over my throat.

She applies pressure...a little at first, then more and still more. My mouth falls open, my tongue protrudes and I am losing my life's breath. I wonder if she will take me down into the murky blackness as I thrust faster and harder and lose oxygen to the brain the tighter and tighter she squeezes. Will she turn my lights out?

She loosens her grip a little. I can see again and gasp for air, but soon I lay my throat into her hands wanting more. She reads the hint and tightens her grip and takes me again to that beautiful place I never knew I wanted to be. Never before has anyone done this...never before did I realize I liked it and wanted it. Never before did I know I am such a sick fuck and want to be taken again to that murky, dark place. I thrust harder and harder as she squeezes and she comes loudly as my brain is shutting off.

As circumstances have it, we won't be fucking forever if not ever again. I was ready for that possibility as these things happen. The sky is the limit and anything is possible. That rich, Mercer Island princess could come calling, as she sometimes does, and I could always go back to a world where no one knows AdultFriendFinder exists. A world of slow, missionary sex once every three months...a world where everyone gardens, and belong to wine clubs...and no one owns a flogger.

Maybe I'll love someone, maybe I won't. Maybe I'll marry, maybe I won't. Maybe the next woman I meet will be another lovely, demented perv like me who will share in my sickest, darkest fantasies...maybe she won't.

No matter what happens, I will think fondly on that murky, dark, place I went to while thrusting hard and will always have those breathless memories of what I had at this corner of time in the world.


rm_1hotwahine 64F
21091 posts
10/15/2005 10:03 am

Man, you're strange. In a good way. Yet another blog for me to bookmark!

Yeah, I'm still [blog 1hotwahine]


AtomicArtist0 46M
6015 posts
10/15/2005 5:31 pm

Naughty Nic...I would marry you, but darn...you're all the way over in Japan!

Wahine, mahalo for bookmarking me. I don't write everyday, but when I do, I tend to make it a doozie, so I think you won't be disappointed. I do crass horoscopes on the first of each month, so they are definately ones to look for. They have surely been the most popular. Aloha


cuteNEway 42F

7/31/2006 2:58 pm

can I keep you??


AtomicArtist0 replies on 7/31/2006 7:38 pm:
yep. you sure can.

memeanne74 44F
5991 posts
10/17/2007 9:43 pm

"Maybe the next woman I meet will be another lovely, demented perv like me who will share in my sickest, darkest fantasies...maybe she won't."

YUM..

I love those demented kinky pervs ...

Baby we all have our fetishes...

Hell I have a lot ..and when I actually aired them ...after 500 posts mind you ..they should have gotten a glimpse...I mean I did write erotica..HELLO ..Read between the lines people.

The PERVS even were like WTF ?

And not only lost not only blog stalkers but got some pissy e-mail and im's on yahell..

SO Go figure ...

The Perverts , Freaks, and Stalkers ....have standards.

xoxo,
~*Lissa

" I think the quality of sexiness comes from within. It is something that is in you or it isn't and it really doesn't have much to do with breasts or thighs or the pout of your lips."


AtomicArtist0 replies on 10/17/2007 10:14 pm:
oh man, you had to dig alllll the way back to find this little gem. This was my first FWB on AdultFriendFinder. I guess there's been a few more since. Well...these things happen. I do write other erotica too...don't know if you found them yet. Although, I have to admit, I never really followed the rules of erotic storytelling. The protagonist (usually me) never really wins in the end. Hmmm...I'd be interested to see what post of yours got everybody in such a stir. One post of mine in particular spawned death threats and promises of lawsuits. He said that with the help of God, he would snuff my life with piano wire while I sleep. If only he read this post, maybe he would have chosen a different means. Either way. he's gone and I'm still here. Funny how that works out.

memeanne74 44F
5991 posts
10/17/2007 10:53 pm

Jesus...lovely..death threats..



I love those perv's who have a conscious and morals..the bible belters of Porn perv world....

On another post I just did of yours

I sent one of them...a link anyway....to one of those they objected to.

Just one of many...

Yeah it is funny how karma is a royal bitch..

xoxo,
~*Lissa

" I think the quality of sexiness comes from within. It is something that is in you or it isn't and it really doesn't have much to do with breasts or thighs or the pout of your lips."


AtomicArtist0 replies on 10/17/2007 11:25 pm:
he was a real piece of work alright. a creep and a mysogenist who thought he could do anything because he was bi-polar. When I took him down he was the top male blogger in the world, though sadly it wasn't because he was a good writer or even good looking at all. Lots of self promotion got him there. Its funny that a major bible thumper shows up on a site like this. I'm sure there's a bible story he's quite fond of...I'm particularly fond of it now as it reminds me of the fued we had. Davey and Goliath. I still keep his threats lovingly on my desktop.

christylovesfun 45F  
16673 posts
3/22/2008 3:08 pm

"Who wouldn’t want a good girl,
a soft hand,
a gentle woman
for a gentle-man?

He said, "It’s been fine so far,
but after a while I want more than a soft style.
I want some slashes
to go with those long eyelashes."

And so the bedroom became the black room,
but a year later he wanted something more,
something I wasn’t quite prepared for.
He said, "Every woman has an itch,
and every nice girl secretly wants to switch."

I like how the skins look on your white hands.
I’d like you to deliver one of my demands."
He said, "Every woman has an itch,
and every nice girl wants to switch."

He led me in and lit the room with a hundred candles
and he said,

"God never gives you more than you can handle."

I sat astride his chest,
"It’s just a thrill," he said,
as he relaxed on the dark, dark bed,
"it’s just breath control."

He whispered "Hold me here"
and I did and his head fell back.
He whispered "Press harder" and I did,
and his eyes rolled back.

It’s just breath control.
Just breath control.

I saw him go pale.
I saw him seize up,
I felt something creep up
like a taste for this.
Like a reward.
A kind of love,
A kind of lustmord.

It was a minute
then three
then five then ten,
he wasn’t coming up again.
I held on for twelve.
I saw him seize
and thrash
and twist
and when he was still,
I lifted away my wrists
and looked at my hands
and tried to understand.

"It’s just a thrill" he said
as he relaxed on the dark, dark bed.
I sat aside his chest,
"It’s just a thrill," he said,
"just a thrill.
It’s just breath control.
Control, control,
it's just breath control, control, control.

When it was over,
I slipped off the skins
and drowned them in the river
where we used to swim
and a year later in a shop,
I was stopped by a man.

He said, "I know you’re looking for something
that’s hard to find
and I think I have what you have in mind."
And he led me to a glass case
and looked deep into my face...
"It’s just control." "

-- Breath Control Recoil, feat. Nicole Blackman

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Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale
Her infinite variety. Other women cloy
The appetites they feed, but she makes hungry
Where most she satisfies. For vilest things
Become themselves in her, that the holy priests
Bless her when she is riggish. ~~ from Antony & Cleopatra


AtomicArtist0 replies on 3/23/2008 9:11 pm:
well...um....damn! yeah...um...I'm just speechless...breathless. Daddy likes!

christylovesfun 45F  
16673 posts
3/24/2008 3:38 pm

lol. I had been partying all night long when I heard this song in my car on a college radio station while blinding sunlight streamed in at around 8 in the morning. It was pretty fucking surreal, lemme tell ya, and seemed all the darker because of the setting.

Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale
Her infinite variety. Other women cloy
The appetites they feed, but she makes hungry
Where most she satisfies. For vilest things
Become themselves in her, that the holy priests
Bless her when she is riggish. ~~ from Antony & Cleopatra


AtomicArtist0 replies on 3/24/2008 5:45 pm:
very nice. one of those moments you'll remember for awhile.

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