Do We Click?  

rm_Balou8900 56M
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6/4/2006 6:36 pm

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6/5/2006 7:25 pm

Do We Click?

Sitting pondering how to liven a slow night after a very full day...I drew deeply from the lit cigarette...wondering, watching, waiting. All it would take is a click. A click that opens a door inside. Should I keep it shut it and remain guarded or liberate myself and set free the pent up frustration and emotions inside.


The door opened...the universe staring back at me just outside, yet no one in view. Minutes passed. I nervously looked at my own reflection on the screen. I pondered whether I had too few clothes for the ocassion, yet nobody seemed to enter this new universe I opened with a click and the thought quickly passed.

More minutes passed. I continued to click...looking into others open doors. Doors where many of us stopped to witness the passion and ecstacy they were experiencing. Liberated by their own click to open that door and show their deepest intimate moments with the world.

Then...lost in the moment while staring inside another's open door. I noticed that there was a click...another...and another, and another. There in my doorway peering in were screen names of temptation. All looking in my doorway. Some holding up scorecards, others just silently watching as if I would entertain them from the other side of the planet.

Some stepped closer to tell me their desire to cum more deeply and intimately know me. Stoking the fires of my desire more and more...inviting me to open their doorway and cum inside. Joining them as if we were truly in the same place and time. We shared precious short moments...building one another's passion to full fury. The moans in ecstasy not hidden through the tiny speakers at either side of my doorway. The moment passed...and again my doorway was empty.

I paused as I had before the click...tugged deep hot air from my lit cigarette, uncertain what to feel. But reflected on the wild range of emotions...the feel of a red light district prostitute in Europe who stands in the window as strangers pass by taking in every contour of her body, and still wanting more. Not certain whether to feel it by others...or by my own desires which led to the click.

Another deep pull on my cigarette...a smile creasing the now liberated corners of my lips...a revelation. The excitement in me soared as I basked in the thoughts of what I'd just witnessed...participated in...enjoyed so very thoroughly. Then remembered, that unlike the red light women women stepping to their window on display, mine was not so much for necessity as it was for pleasure. And in reality, I could step into that doorway anytime I choose, or step away from it. There I could meet and enjoy the passions of life with new exciting people with the same wants and desires...and stare back at the others silently staring at me. Smiling...

All it takes is a click. A click which I control for myself...and at brief moments even for others. Just a click.

I set down the smoldering end of my cigarette...still smiling to myself...and click.

The camera image fades to black...and, as if magically, the world before me is again the one I had remembered. Only brighter...with more shine and rough edges. Full of opportunity yet spiced with the thrill of chance...

TheCliticals 36F/F

6/4/2006 8:13 pm

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LadyFancyButt 47F
2793 posts
6/4/2006 9:50 pm

in a silence all our own
where touch has no meaning
and motion more than touch.
And now / then
this silence..... a mercy,
a calm,
a comfort,
alone subtle in solitude
held captive here,
in this undecipherable cryptogram
of lust

"At the touch of love everyone becomes a poet"

LadyFancyButt 47F
2793 posts
6/5/2006 6:49 pm

I hover
Inside your body
As if it were my very own palace
To enter mysteriously without warning
intensely driven

"At the touch of love everyone becomes a poet"

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