Titles...

Francis Picabia (1879-1953)

I want you, and then I don't, and then I miss you and some days I am just tired of you... You know all this but still you always come around for more... and I like it that way...

But darling, that's because you know you're the one in my head when I take those long train rides to work... You're the one in my head when the jacket covers my lap and my hand slides under it, unzipps my jeans and sneaks in, to feel your territory warmed by memories and desires... And when I trap my hot heavy breathing inside, when my legs stretch under the seat in front of me, out of my control, and my wet hand is squeezed between them, it's your strong hug I miss...

And this is why you keep coming back...

'You are the girl!...' you said...

'A beautiful monster...' I reply...

Let's just play some old song...

by Amalkovich

Sometimes things lose colour and you just need to be left alone...

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'Le Clic' by Manara

‘I want to fuck you and I want it now’

...BeepBeep…

‘Put those fingers inside your wet pussy… now… Saturday evening I’ll get them out, babe…’

Contrasts

'La brune et la blonde' by Picabia

We have all been friends for long. Me and them, I mean. Not you. You're the fresh one, replacing someone who was only feeding scars. Now there is you, and scars are healing, and I am happy with that.

It was after Christmas and we went for a drink. Me and her. Nice pub downtown, classy and posh enough, and the first bottle of red wine. She's nice. She looks good. She smells good. She's a good friend and I like her. Sip after sip both wine and talk got warmer, and before I knew we talk about you, her, her lover, her breasts, my hair, and everyone's fantasies… Oh, lover, what a revelation… she comes closer, conversation goes on, and a few times I had no idea what I was saying… between she crossing her legs, sipping the wine, throwing her hair back, looking at my curves and caressing my hair, I was lost…

I call you…

'Babe… I think I drank too much… I think I'll kiss M tonight…'

'What?? Really?... Oh my…Tell me!...'

'Well…'

And I went on on details, whispering, teasing, and your voice failing and you telling me 'Go, baby, go, and tell me all about it…'

Back to the table her lover shows up, so sober and innocent…

'Get a whisky, K!'

'Why, what's up?'

'You're up, babe!...' – I say, and we laugh…

He comes back to the table and I can't wait…

'K… can I kiss your girlfriend?...'

His face was worth paying to see, and all pale and shaking he said…

'Yeah, I guess so…'

The bar was full, the music was loud, the second bottle of red was empty, and so was my head and judgement and her kisses tasted so good!...

'I want you to kiss him…' – she said…

'Are you sure?...'

'Yes, kiss him!'

I kissed her boyfriend, he kissed me, and I didn't know who had the hands up my wide trousers anymore…

I called you on the phone and she wanted to talk to you… only one thing she told me…

'He says I should take you home and make all your dreams come true…'

We left the bar, headed to their place, and the night was long and wet, in dark and blonde, and he sat and watched… I was imagining you there…

Lover, you are all I could have wished for… the best Christmas present…

Anxious

You're coming... again... and again I go in tones of red, antecipating your arrival...

TIRED

Too many words, too many…

Hearts and heads and all out lives spinning around them,
Drinking from them,
Searching new meanings,
Different interpretations,
Reasons and reactions,
A blink,
An altered breathing,
And we all feed on them.
What they mean,
And how,
And the tone,
And the way you were looking,
And the difference between what you say and what you really meant,
And the reason why there is no truth,
And what if there is?,
And what if it's just another one?,
And what if we just didn’t hear it right?...

'Could you repeat please?'

But now tell me why,
And when,
And who was there and heard it the same,
Or not,
Or what they thought about it and why.
What about my letters?
Did you read 'love' in between the lines'?
It was there.
It was everywhere,
Why didn’t you see it?
What?
WHAT??
No, I meant…
I never said that!
Well…
I just meant something else.
Don’t you hear what I say?
You should know me better.
Why do you think so?
Please, tell me how you feel…
Are you my whore, just mine?
Why are you sad?
Should I leave now?
Can I kiss you?
Shut up!
I really like you…
So do I…
…

Can we talk?

…


S . I . L . E . N . C . E


… c a n

w e

p l e a s e

h a v e

s o m e

s i l e n c e

s o m e t i m e s ? ...

Thank you so much …

Desires...

'Legambiente' by Manara [1997]

I dream of the summer, and I dream of the ocean, and I dream of your body, so wet and salty and warm, under the sun, glued to mine… I want to take you to my private paradise and make it ours… At least for a while…

Flowergraphic...

Poppy Opening

... or maybe it's just my head ...

Private?

'A Deux' by Rodin

We had a wonderful time… Two days in a magic country, in a magic small town, a magical huge bed with a view to the castle, to the river, to all our dreams and fantasies…

Time to go back home, time to take the bus and face the three hours ride…

Nearly empty bus and we head for the backseats… Isn't that all lovers' favourite spot? Oh yeah babe… On the seats in front of us, two students heading back to the big city with their laptops and papers and notes and an interminable blablabla over some boring subject I couldn’t really understand… Advantages of a foreign language in a foreign country…

As we seat behind them, I find that the cleverest place, as they surely wouldn’t turn back unless we were too explicit… which could happen… but in any case, being a foreigner – and a stranger – gives you that sense of 'who cares!?' that I love, so… who would care?!...

You sat by the window and I sat next to you. We were so close, kissing so nice and warm, I could feel your chest altering the breathing and turning so much warmer… my hand under your t-shirt feeling the soft skin contrasting to the suddenly turned hard nipples, as I grab the hair on the back of your neck to better fill your mouth with my tongue… A deeper breath releases a discreet moan off your lungs, and how I love it!... Your hands are sweaty now, and they search for my braless breasts to find them hot, hard and shaking under your touch and over the old road bumps. The long jacket which covered us on the train travel to that wonderful city, is now covering me on the way back, so your hand can dwell between my legs, unbuttoning my jeans, feeling my wet underwear, diving under it and touching me in such a crazy way… oh, your fingers are soft but steady, strong but so sensible, you know so well where to go, and when, and how… you drive me crazy!...

As I am being so well spoiled by you and your hot attention, the bus stops… Ohhh… so many people coming in… There is this guy sitting on the other end of the backseat! What the hell is that?? Respect, young boy, R-E-S-P-E-C-T! You DO NOT seat in that place when there is a couple, completely tangled and flushed and covered in clothes, on the other end! It's wrong!... Hmm… Unless… Unless you want to share some fun… Hmm… Could be that… Is that what you want young boy?... So let him have cake!...

I was happy with the fun I had had and what I really wanted was to give you pleasure… it makes me so hot to see your eyes, gazing, as if everything I do would be the last expected move, like a miracle, a mind read, a very expensive present you unwrap with a child's excitement!... Oh, lover, it melts me!...

I ask you to move on my seat so I can take yours, and you don’t seem to understand but, as usual, you obey… In a second I am sitting by the window, sideways, facing the back of the bus, my legs on the seat, and my upper body is covering yours. I rest my body on my right hand, cover us both with the magic jacket, and my left hand is all yours!... I go in your jeans to feel you so hard with anticipation!... I grab you as I bite your lips, telling you with my eyes… 'I'm gonna have you now…' and you let yourself go under my desire… Touching you is wonderful and we both always want more!... As your breathing accelerates you keep checking over my shoulder if anyone is watching, if someone could dream of what is going on there, and I whisper… 'Ok baby… Here… Feel it… See how hard and sweet you are… Come for me… I'll keep you safe…'

I tried. I swear I tried to keep an eye on those other 50 people in that bus, the guy in the other end of our seat, the students and their laptops and the driver with the mirrors… But I couldn’t!... All I could look at was you, touching yourself, so close to me I could feel your hand coming and going, so wild, and your breath condensating all the air between us, inside that jacket, on the windows, the whole bus, infected by sex, desire, lust and fantasies, our fantasies, mirrored in those 50 pairs of eyes who had no idea how privileged they were by sharing that moment!... Oh, my lover, only the way your body shivered on that seat could have given our little secret away, so I hold you tight, I hug you, your shaking hands, your sweaty hair between my fingers, until you breathe again, look at me, smile, and say… 'You're my dream, babe… You really are…' … and your kiss still tastes like adrenaline…

We had a wonderful time… Two days in a magic country, in a magic small town, a magical huge bed with a view to the castle, to the river, to all our dreams and fantasies…

Time to go back home, time to take the bus and face the three hours ride…

Nearly empty bus and we head for the backseats… Isn't that all lovers' favourite spot? Oh yeah babe… On the seats in front of us, two students heading back to the big city with their laptops and papers and notes and an interminable blablabla over some boring subject I couldn’t really understand… Advantages of a foreign language in a foreign country…

As we seat behind them, I find that the cleverest place, as they surely wouldn’t turn back unless we were too explicit… which could happen… but in any case, being a foreigner – and a stranger – gives you that sense of 'who cares!?' that I love, so… who would care?!...

You sat by the window and I sat next to you. We were so close, kissing so nice and warm, I could feel your chest altering the breathing and turning so much warmer… my hand under your t-shirt feeling the soft skin contrasting to the suddenly turned hard nipples, as I grab the hair on the back of your neck to better fill your mouth with my tongue… A deeper breath releases a discreet moan off your lungs, and how I love it!... Your hands are sweaty now, and they search for my braless breasts to find them hot, hard and shaking under your touch and over the old road bumps. The long jacket which covered us on the train travel to that wonderful city, is now covering me on the way back, so your hand can dwell between my legs, unbuttoning my jeans, feeling my wet underwear, diving under it and touching me in such a crazy way… oh, your fingers are soft but steady, strong but so sensible, you know so well where to go, and when, and how… you drive me crazy!...

As I am being so well spoiled by you and your hot attention, the bus stops… Ohhh… so many people coming in… There is this guy sitting on the other end of the backseat! What the hell is that?? Respect, young boy, R-E-S-P-E-C-T! You DO NOT seat in that place when there is a couple, completely tangled and flushed and covered in clothes, on the other end! It's wrong!... Hmm… Unless… Unless you want to share some fun… Hmm… Could be that… Is that what you want young boy?... So let him have cake!...

I was happy with the fun I had had and what I really wanted was to give you pleasure… it makes me so hot to see your eyes, gazing, as if everything I do would be the last expected move, like a miracle, a mind read, a very expensive present you unwrap with a child's excitement!... Oh, lover, it melts me!...

I ask you to move on my seat so I can take yours, and you don’t seem to understand but, as usual, you obey… In a second I am sitting by the window, sideways, facing the back of the bus, my legs on the seat, and my upper body is covering yours. I rest my body on my right hand, cover us both with the magic jacket, and my left hand is all yours!... I go in your jeans to feel you so hard with anticipation!... I grab you as I bite your lips, telling you with my eyes… 'I'm gonna have you now…' and you let yourself go under my desire… Touching you is wonderful and we both always want more!... As your breathing accelerates you keep checking over my shoulder if anyone is watching, if someone could dream of what is going on there, and I whisper… 'Ok baby… Here… Feel it… See how hard and sweet you are… Come for me… I'll keep you safe…'

I tried. I swear I tried to keep an eye on those other 50 people in that bus, the guy in the other end of our seat, the students and their laptops and the driver with the mirrors… But I couldn’t!... All I could look at was you, touching yourself, so close to me I could feel your hand coming and going, so wild, and your breath condensating all the air between us, inside that jacket, on the windows, the whole bus, infected by sex, desire, lust and fantasies, our fantasies, mirrored in those 50 pairs of eyes who had no idea how privileged they were by sharing that moment!... Oh, my lover, only the way your body shivered on that seat could have given our little secret away, so I hold you tight, I hug you, your shaking hands, your sweaty hair between my fingers, until you breathe again, look at me, smile, and say… 'You're my dream, babe… You really are…' … and your kiss still tastes like adrenaline…

And Nobody Knows...

by Manara

The things you do to me, no one else did before. So many bodies and faces, hands and lips, and love and sex, and still so much to discover, and now it all has your name on it… I have your name on me…

Last night I saw you. I saw your smile turning into desire, and that desire growing and looking for me, craving more… I saw you touching your skin, your hair, I saw your hand going down your belly…

'I'm sorry baby, it's such a big desire for you…' – you said…

And I lost my thoughts on the sight of your naked body, bursting, shivering, growing… and I asked you for more. I wanted to see it.

You touched yourself for me and it was beautiful.
Tonight is my turn.
Keep your webcam on.

Animal

by Sanders Steins

Tonight I don't care about anything else... Just come and abuse me...

Distance is Magic

'Seated Nude' by Walter Sickert

... and if you could have me everyday... would you get tired of me?...

Ohh...

'Ice Queen' by Amalkovich

So cold here, and all I want to warm me up is you...

Distance

I want you with me
I want to take you there
With my mouth...
I want to feel it inside me
Feel you inside me

I have my eyes closed and you are doing it...

Hold my hair
I start slowly
Just with my tongue
And my hand caressing you
I touch your legs
And go up...
I feel your belly
Your chest
I touch your neck
Your lips...
Lick my fingers
I'll touch your nipples
Soft
I feel them getting so hard

Oh... I like when you do that...

Your body shivers

Lick them as you do...

First I'll move my hand tighter around you
Still slow
But tight
And I feel you getting harder
And I kiss your nipples
I feel them with my tongue
And I bite them softly
And lick them
And now I squeeze them
And lick
And squeeze again
A bit more
And I start kissing down

Oh...it's so hard...

My tongue on your belly
I smell you
You make me so hot...
I go down on you, fast, hard, in my mouth
I stay there
Just feeling you
My hand holding you under
Touching your soft skin
My fingers searching you
I know how you like it...
And I move
Slowly
Back and forth
My lips tight around you
This is your moment...
You know I will sit on you after

Oh...

Even before you recover your breath

My...

I want you to lick all this wetness you provoke...
But now I go deeper
Faster
I feel you so hard
And I hear you breathing

It's so good...

It is babe... I can feel it
It's sliding, it's hard and wet... its heaven for me...
I want you to have all the pleasure in the world
So I will give you my lips to taste
While my fingers run on you
Gently
Feeling your shape
Feeling how hot it is
How strong and wet
And I kiss your ear
I lick your neck
And I put my hand around it
And I tighten it
And I release you slowly when you can't breathe anymore
Still touching you
I love it when you sweat
I feel your desire
Your madness
And I feel you closer and closer
My hand is moving faster
But softly
Barely touching you
Just enjoying your pleasure
Let yourself go...

Don't stop.....................

My hand is there and my lips are going down
I feel you between my breasts
I caress you with them
My nipples are hard around you
Touching you
Your belly, the inside of your legs
Hmm I love that
And then my lips reach you
And I feel you again
Oh baby, so wet
I need to touch you
Feel you inside me
In my mouth
I want it so much
I take you inside
Deep
Slow
As deep as I can
And I feel your hand on my hair
Pushing me down
And I love it
And I don't stop
Because you are so delicious
So strong
I want you
And this is how I want you
In my mouth
Until you come
Until your ecstasy takes over both of us
Until my tongue feels you harder
Stronger
Wet
So sweet
You are all inside my mouth
And I move
As I move my lips on you
Rhythm
And you grow
And I move faster
And you love it
And that excites me so much
Between my legs I'm on fire
And I go crazy
And I can feel you hotter and hotter
Breathing so fast
As I suck you deep
oh so deep
And I feel you loosing control
Breathing faster
I hear you getting there
Babe, you drive me crazy...
I want to be your whore
Go babe
Close your eyes
Come in me
I want you to come in my mouth
I want you to take it
All
You inside
I want to feel you beating
Dying for ecstasy
Using me, like you did before
Because I am eating you
I am devouring you
Deep and fast
I love it
Feeling you in my tongue
I can't breathe and I want more
I want it all
I want your sweat and your screams
I want that look on your face every time I go down
I want to feel you closer and closer to the orgasm
Your body shaking
Oh babe
On me
In me
All over
I hold you
Use my mouth
Use me
I'm your whore
I'm your slut
Your porn star
And I love fucking you

…………………………………...

This was.... I'm out... can I fall asleep on your breasts? Feeling your heart... beating so nice...

Please...
I love you there...
Fall asleep now,
Because soon I'll go in my room
And then I will need my breasts
And my hands,
Which will now caress your hair until you fall asleep
And have he most beautiful dreams :)
Go baby
I will join you soon
Have a beautiful night

You're my desire...

Unmissable

'Lust: Caution' by Ang Lee

I've seen this sometime ago, but would see it a thousand times more, again and again...

Thank you my lover, for your hand on my leg...

Get Him Away!...

Jan Saudek, 'La Leçon de Mandoline' - 1993

All I want is you inside me. All I'm dreaming of is that…

What are you dreaming of my lover?

(… and so why is the bogeyman still in my head?...)

Genious, Genious...

The Magic Lamp

You said you'd find a way to make all my wishes come true…

Well…

I want you here

RIGHT

N-O-W!

Fast Track

It's The Ride, Not The Destination

I had a surprise for the next morning… We should wake up early and get on a train… Where to? I wasn't allowed to know, it was your present, your surprise.

We do wake up in time, but the first morning kiss turns our bodies inside out and all of a sudden we are late, we have to run, we almost miss the train, and… Ok, here we go…

We leave from a beautiful train station in a fairly modern train. A long carriage, windows on one side and on the other, the doors to the six passengers cabins… As we get in the only one where there was only one other person, the old man leaves, opening our smiles to each other… Hmmm… Now the space was all ours…

Ten o'clock in the morning, the riding train, the engine noise, the leather seats, and the excitement… The excitement of my unknown destination, the excitement of your carefully planned surprise… The excitement of that cabin, the fast passing view out the window, small towns and big trees and small houses and big green fields and our hands, our smiles, our freedom…

You sit in front of me and you look so deep in my eyes my heart starts beating faster, and I move on your lap… Seating there, facing you, so close, knees on your seat, I feel the intensity of your desire, the warmth of the back of your neck, the humidity of your lips on mine. I feel you between my legs, your hands inside my jeans, under my shirt, and something wild is growing between us. I don't want to miss this… I look out to the corridor… There is a lock to the door, but there are no curtains… I move and you hold me closer…

'Wait baby…'

I smile at you and you look intrigued…

'Are you cold?...'

'No, I just need to get this on…'

My long coat covers us, down my shoulders, around my legs, your legs, my jeans, your t-shirt…

'Curtains, darling…'

I unbutton your jeans and mine go down to my knees. Holding your neck, feet on the leather seat, I sit on you, and that close I feel our smell, I sense the steam of desire and I see that fire in your eyes…

Slow… so slow… come in me…

The train is moving fast against our slow motion dance, and the old tracks are on our side… I feel you hard, deep, your heart beating so fast I can hear it on your lips… Your arms around me holding me so strong against you cut my breath and I love it, I feel so powerful, and you love that too…

The moment had to be interrupted with our arrival to a station… Fortunately, nothing happening there could not be finished in the train toilet, against the sink, your eyes looking at mine through the mirror, your hands on my hips, and a now faster than any train track to ecstasy, and the certainty that all fantasies can be real with a lover like you…