PROVOCATIVE THOUGHTS

inspired writings by the DBCM founder

it is my intent to share my personal writings that have virtually poured from deep within my being...i do not TRY to write...i HAVE to write...this page will continually evolve...as i continually evolve...so says the founder

PURE DESIRE

i woke to the rythmic motion of my body furiously humping...sweat accumulating on my forehead, the cleft between my breasts, the small of my back. through the sultry haze of arousal from sleep, i reach to caress your breast, your ass, your face...only to obtain a handful of blanket and pillow. as i focused on the clock, i calculated less than an hour had passed since my last passionate stirring from sleep.

now morning, my first breath captures the scent of your fragrant pussy. i recall the time of my awakening only to realize a total of six separate incidents. i don't recall ever coming, but the sensations that woke me repeatedly lead me to believe i was very close.

as i reach down between my legs, i feel the familiar swelling that accompanies the orgasms that i would have had if i had not been merely dreaming...or was i? i have to question for in probing my sex deeper, i find myself extremely wet...i leave it to you to decide...

~~on july 30, 1996, i woke up and needed to write. i still cannot be sure if i was dreaming or not.~~

CONNECTED

as i gaze upon the clear night sky, i wonder if you, too, are impressed with its vast nature. do we simultaneously fix our glance towards that brightest star? will that be our ingrained connecting bond? how will i know who you are? it's my instinctive nature to question, yet this one time, it's okay to not know the answer.

Judy Hill Nelson, in her biography "Choices", refers to "being still" as a comforting moment. because i am curently in a still state, not knowing who you are is okay. because i am still, i now believe that when it is time, we will recognize each other, and i'll share myself as never before.

~~on august 10, 1996, i wrote this to noone in particular, my someday soulmate...please e-mail me if you see your self here~~

SEDUCED BY A HAIRCUT

ahhh, yes..the girl with the great cut. it's perfectly balanced, crisp and defined to match the crisp and defined curves you choose to exhibit. i guess i noticed the hair first. soft and delicate curls, close cropped and faded on the sides and back ever so subtly. as i follow down the fade i meet your eyes...intense and hard...it occurs to me that you most likely aren't interested in me, yet still, my attention has been captured and i spend most of the evening returning my gaze to you. i'm sure you caught me several times. or, perhaps you were looking at me? nah, too much to hope for.

leaving your eyes, your lips have a soft pout about them. you lick them, a moistness i now desire...a simple white tank undershirt, and yes, a bra...concealed, yet visible. my inexperienced eye guesses a C cup...so round...i can feel their weight in my hand if i close my eyes and try real hard...flesh gently yielding to my touch. as my hand ventures down further, i encounter the soft curve of your stomach. you choose to display that too. oh yes, it's covered, but the snug tank does little to conceal the streamlined package within. i can see the perfect circle of your navel. my tongue would fit so nicely inside. it's making you crazy...it's makin me crazy...the mere thought if it forever a fantasy.

those damn jeans, big enough for two of you, securely cinched at your hips with your belt, as if you want to hide the shapely legs and ass that must lie underneath. surely, you desire to leave something to my imagination. so sexy when you move, for i can see the top of your hips as they propell you to the dance floor.

if only i was aware of proper ettiquette. yes, it is my very first night 'out'. i think i might have safely inquired, but to do so and strike out would have been too much for my first time at "the web". better to never know for sure, than to be rejected. i watch you still, at home. it's 6:30 am, and the alarm has gone off. oh my...i have to go to work...as is routine, i slam the snooze with hopes that it will awaken me more fully 9 minutes later.

back in the early morning haze of my slumber,i relive the entire evening in those brief nine minutes, and now the fantasy has truly begun, for as the alarm chimes confirmation that i must get myself out of bed, your thighs surround my face as you tenderly lower your lips to mine...

~~written after my first trip to "charlotte's web" in norfolk, va. an actual account wth fantasy elements added. now to secure her identity and availability...heh-heh~~

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