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Brilliance: Between Two Lovers
Posted:Oct 8, 2018 8:02 pm
Last Updated:Mar 29, 2024 8:49 am
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I caught your eye - I caught your imagination
and stole your heart. - I have given you that part

Are you ready for this? - Do I even have a choice?
A love to start? - We cannot be apart?

Your eyes have a sparkle. - Your smile is intoxicating
They seem to twinkle. - I am enjoying the view

Do you have a magic potion? - If I did would you drink it?
Some dust do you sprinkle. - I will all over you

You've lost your mind. - I found your soul
Or maybe, by chance - Nothings by chance

It’s only a feeling - much more than that
that starts in your pants. - This is our romance

That can not be - O' yes that is me
For heart starts to flutter - while our minds entwines

Your hands start to shake. - away you may run
Are you made of butter? can't you see all the signs?

I know this for sure: - O' share that with me
That your heart I must have - you already do

I want it all - All you shall have
I can’t settle for half. - it's always with you

Does your body crave mine? From you head to your toes
Does your soul search for me? I know where you are

I’ll find out for real. - you already know
With me bent over your knee. - my lips kiss your back, my hands hold your hair
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Brilliance
Posted:Oct 8, 2018 7:55 pm
Last Updated:Mar 29, 2024 8:49 am
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Brilliance:

I caught your eye

and stole your heart.

Are you ready for this?

A love to start?

Your eyes have a sparkle.

They seem to twinkle.

Do you have a magic potion?

Some dust do you sprinkle.

You've lost your mind.

Or maybe, by chance

It’s only a feeling

that starts in your pants.

That can not be

For heart starts to flutter

Your hands start to shake.

Are you made of butter?

I know this for sure:

That your heart I must have

I want it all

I can’t settle for half.

Does your body crave mine?

Does your soul search for me?

I’ll find out for real.

With me bent over your knee.
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Autumn Breezes
Posted:Oct 8, 2018 7:32 pm
Last Updated:Mar 29, 2024 8:49 am
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Chapter 1. The Bar

Once upon a time I met a girl, actually woman in the Star Bar at the Ritz on CPS. I used to leave work early and go there Fridays. I used to sit next a very fashionable "Blue" haired widow who would regal me with stories of her conquests during the Eisenhower Administration (which is when she gave her first of many blow jobs). We had a ritual I would sit across the bar from from her and send over an Old School Gin Martini and as soon as it arrived in from of her it would be in her and we would raise our glasses in unison, nod and she twist her head and wink me over.

Well one brisk October day with the trees in Autumns most brilliant and beautiful death spiral I arrived early as usual she had been engaged in conversation with a woman. She was the most beautiful woman I had seen in quite some time. Buxom. A full figure like the Pin-Ups of the past. She reminded me of Joan Holloway except she had the most golden blonde hair with bright blue eyes. Bobby Darren's heartfelt Once Upon a Time was playing very low off in a corner.

I sent over 2 Martinis and I didn't wait for the nod or the wink. I walked over and slid in between the 2 of them. My old friend wore Chanel No 5, classic, fitting for a Grand Dame and my new friend wore Cashmere Mist sophisticated but very sexy.

We exchanged pleasantries and my new friend informed there are no strangers only friends we have not met. I was captivated with my new friend. With each drink I could feel the courage building up inside. The courage where you respectfully but strategically start to invade someones space.

As I moved closer and closer

2. The Bathroom
3. The Coffee Shop
4. Penn Station
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Chasing Roses
Posted:Oct 5, 2018 8:15 pm
Last Updated:Mar 29, 2024 8:49 am
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Chapter 1
I am not sure what I was thinking. One moment she was in NJ speaking to me from her cell phone and the next second she was on a plane to Tel Aviv. I was shocked. I felt like I would never see her again. So I decided instead of going to California for a conference I would run away to Tel Aviv to see if I could find her. While on the plane I could see from her Facebook she was posting a picture from a place called Netanya. Without thinking, I ended up on a bus with no clue where I was going, only some cash and bag of Tangerines. The bus arrived and I had no clue where she could be so I just used my instinct. A beach. I hitched a ride to Beit Yannai. It was the most heavenly beach in all of Israel. The place had a primal feel to it. I imagined the garden of Eden, the sweet smell of salt and flowers permeated the air. The sky and sea were so blue almost perfect.

I walked the beach all day until it was dark. I felt like a fool running to find someone with no directions or clues. It suddenly got so cool as the was setting. I was cold and I was a bit panicked but still I kept looking. I walked by a cafe and I am not sure what lead me there but I could see her on her phone with her back to me. Thankfully she was alone as if she was not I would have turned around and gone back to NY.

It was very late, I watched her for an hour and decided she must be alone. So I crept up and stood over her for a minute then placed my hand on her shoulder and said "hello Rita" . She snapped her head back disoriented from seeing somewhere I am not supposed to be. She said I am crazy and stupid. Asked where I was staying?? I said I dont know and she said I will sleep on her couch. We did not speak much I was very tired from traveling and Rita was very tired from the beach.

She led me to her couch in her room in a nice, but very quiet hotel. I slept like a rock. Somehow I ended up in her bed. Under the covers it was warm and we laid on our sides with her back to me. My arms were around her. In bed as she stirred from the very early morning sun squeezing through the window, no words are spoken, I feel her heart and mine both beating hard and .......

Chapter 2
My hands start to touch her warm bare skin caressing Rita up and down reacquainting myself with her curves. I start to kiss her neck and shoulders and eventually find her sweet perfect lips. The most perfect lips in the world. Kissing them I was reminded how long it has been since they last touched and how much I missed them. My fingers rubbed and touched until she become wet. My fingers gently slipping inside her until almost a climax.... I stop and start kissing her breasts, nipples down her stomach until I nestle myself between her soft smooth legs slowly ......kissing ankles and up her legs softly as I slide them down, sliding my hands down back up her entire body, I find the shoulders and kiss them, I pull Rita into me close and she feels a bit awkward, she is hungry as I kiss her, hungry to be devoured by my kisses and sensing her own nervousness but still excited I start again and slide up her body to kiss her neck and slowly, her nipples get hard, I slide back down kissing her thighs slowly spreading her legs to the side as my tongue enters, she places her hands on my head as I kiss her labia and penetrate the warm wet pussy with my tongue, she starts to notice my strong hands holding your ass and feel pressure from my finger into inside her ass……… I plead with Rita to cum into my mouth...

she becomes suddenly quiet and still enjoys being licked and grasped tightly by me

her body trembles - my hands to hold to keep her steady and like waves crashing ashore her body crashes side to side as she starts to cum and release into my mouth she collapses and fall limps and out of breath on the bed

my hard cock is in her face, she takes it into her my mouth wanting to speak but wanting me inside her mouth even more
feeling my hard shaft looking into my eyes I start to slide my hands over her breasts and I rub her shoulders while sshe takes me in her mouth…………
and then suddenly lays on her back, and pulls me into her all the way inside, deep

I thrust hard and deep and even deeper inside her, I feel the tremble her pussy its making her hold me tighter and
she feels the swelling seas and then the waves come crashing as we cum into each other,
She pulls me in tighter and in that moment after climax I stay inside and we hold onto each other feeling our breath and hearts
I would want to taste her again and Rita wants to taste me I am hard and inside her pussy again

I am standing up very hard and she pulls me closer sucking my cock while I touched her with my hands and fingers
feeling me grow and throb inside her mouth becoming excited as our eyes met
feeling the waves rush up and my fingers gently and forcefully enter inside her playing in her wetness
I explode with an orgasm and cum in her mouth and on her face and neck she feels its heat and hotness as it spills into her mouth and on her body and then we fall onto the bed I enter her pussy again and kiss her face neck mouth breasts and keep kissing and tasting our cum and your mouth and we just lay there holding each other while I am inside her deep

I like the feel of skin and the feel of touch and sharing the transference of body heat

I feel her body writhing in climax and I immediately pull my cock out and drop to my knees burying my face and tongue deep inside her pussy withher face buried deep into the bed and ass high in the air. my head tilts to the side eagerly taking every drop of your cum inside of you. Her hand reaches around and slips two fingers into her ass still cumming.
Her body feels like a body of water with waves crashing on shore she has lost control. My cock is throbbing and bright red and engorged. I pull back and as she collapses onto the bed rolling onto your back. As she slides up onto the bed noticing that I am standing over her on the bed. It feels as if I am 7 feet tall. my cock is huge and hard. Its so red. I am stroking in it in a rhythmic cadence. I start to stroke faster I cant control it. Our eyes are wide open and no words are spoken. She opens her mouth and I sense a longing so I release cumming all over her body and face.

Its thick streams almost ribbons of hot and warm cream covering herr face, into her mouth and up and down her body. I wobble and almost collapse except I fall to my knees. She has taken my cock into your mouth. I am still hard. I drop further down and lick my cum off her thighs and I start to lick her pussy when I suddenly lay on top of her with her legs spread wide. I enter her pussy and start fucking you hard and kiss your neck and our mouths meet. We are covered in salty sweat and sweet cum. Kissing and fucking and ...

next to the bed is the bag of tangerines and she grabs one and squeezes it so hard that the juice cools our bodies and we taste the sweetness together -
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What do I want to do?
Posted:Oct 5, 2018 8:08 pm
Last Updated:Mar 29, 2024 8:49 am
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What do I want to do with you? tear you apart with my kisses. Kiss your lips, neck, shoulders and breasts. I want to unbutton your shirt, feel your skin. I want to slide your bra up exposing your breasts and nipples and kiss them. I want to keep kissing. I want to hike your skirt up and push your panties to the side and make you wet, I want to play with your pussy, I want to touch it gently and tease it. I want to make it wet, I want to kiss your mouth over and over, squeeze your nipples firmly with one hand while the other plays with your pussy as it gets wetter. I want to kiss you and have you sit on one hand that plays with your ass while the other rubs your clit and then slide 2 of my fingers inside you. I want you to kiss me so hard and I want you to cum onto and into me.
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Tan lines 1972
Posted:Oct 5, 2018 7:55 pm
Last Updated:Mar 29, 2024 8:49 am
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Funny what we remember.

Sitting in Central Park on a bench near Columbus Circle today as I drew in a deep breath of the cool almost Autumn air, I was looking up at the blue sky the sun washed my face forcing me to close my eyes. While my eyes were closed so tight to block out the sun, I suddenly became flushed as my mind drifted off recalling one of my neighbors.

Where I grew up in Fairfield there were lots of nice homes, with lots of nice families. The houses were brimming with and bedrooms were shared. There were no such things as play dates. We would go out of the house at 7am and not return to 5 or 6 depending on when the sun set and our dinner time.

When I was in 6th grade for a spell I used to go to my friends house when I knew my friends (the ) were away. Those friends were the Giordano's They lived in the largest house I ever saw at the time, they had it built and it was a real mansion. Giovanna or Double Gia as we called her (behind her back) was a former NYC Playboy Bunny. According to my friends Pete's mom and she even "turned trix" which I thought to mean she was a magician.

She was bleached blonde with a deep dark tan. I can remember stopping cold in my tracks once when I saw her tan lines. The first time I ever saw them on a woman other than Solarcaine ads. The lines were milky white surrounded by the most robust tan yu could imagine. The smell of the coconut oil she rubbed on her body permiated the air from 50 feet away. She was an angel.

They were the first family I ever knew that had an in ground pool. The were great we all played together, fought with and against each other but we had fun. I got so bored playing over there. There were far more important things to focus on.

Gia used to sun bath in the back of their house by the polo with her bikini top straps off. I though she was so sexy. So after staring at her for an hour or so I would usually walk over and talk to her (keep in mind I was pretty shy) I would ask if I could pull weeds, a sixth grader asking to pull weeds! (If I knew how back then I would have pulled something else) I used to sit in the shade and watch my mom push the lawnmower to keep our little acre tidy.

It was a really hot August day. I remember, I sweated so much that my tee shirt clung to me like a second skin. I could a radio and WNBC and music Cowboys to Girls was playing. I knew where the music was coming from. I walked through the woods a bit and watched her from under a tree. After about 30 minutes I decided I would stop by to "see" Gia. I walked over (I never thought it odd that she would chat with me) we had chatted a bit when suddenly she asked if I would let her put some lotion on me! well I pulled my second skin off exposing my pale pudgy chest and frame. I remember her coming close when she came so close in front of me, I peeked into her drooping bikini top --- and SAW the most beautiful sight I ever could see or imagine to see her, her exposed perky very hard like a number 2 eraser NIPPLE/S... I will never forget that white bikini, her perfect sexy sexy tan lines and her nipple. I was destroyed I restrained myself but thought about her breast/s for decades.

She knew a good friend of my families and she said to that friend "Freddie was always my favorite"
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Perfection vs Right
Posted:Oct 4, 2018 8:22 pm
Last Updated:Mar 29, 2024 8:49 am
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I used to always think about perfection. The perfect everything. The perfect woman. The perfect man. What is perfect? is it something that resides at the surface? or do you find deep within something.

I feel like perfection is a myth, like Hero's. In trying to find someone I had a rigid definition of perfection I am embarrassed to admit.

The perfection that I aspired to was always defined by someone other than me.

As I grew older I became more attracted to "right" the right choice and the right person. I think finding the right person is harder when your younger because its so easy to figure out what is perfect just pick up a magazine or watch TV.

Its so hard to want to find the rights but when you surrender to the notion of right over perfection its suddenly easier as you realize in striving for perfection your actually settling and in finding "right" well that's sublime.
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An empty bar stool
Posted:Oct 4, 2018 7:30 am
Last Updated:Mar 29, 2024 8:49 am
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I was sitting at the usual bar, had the usual drink, a Negroni...the one I had when coming here with her. She knew me and I knew her, words brought us together and words made this special. She was good with words. Se was good with her senses. It must have been her childhood and youth that made her more conscious, more aware and have more presence than most. She was handsome, its an odd thing to say about a woman, and very beautiful, very natural yet elegant at the same time, but her mind attracted me most. It was deep and rich, open and adventurous - at the same time shy or maybe guarded and easily distracted. She knew we had a connection and she enjoyed it. She loved reading my words and I loved feeling her physical reaction to m those words - starting in her head and then going down. We built a romantic movie in our heads at little taverns in Greece or in the open at the beach, at times clear PG needed. Making love was always slow, deep and immensely intense. We both knew this was only the beginning but more felt dangerous and raw. It was special for the time being but our minds were already ahead. I was deep in my thoughts, thinking of her words when the bar man asked: "Do you want another one?" I didn't fully listen and replied: "No, only the same." For a moment he looked at me a bit puzzled, then making me one of the same. "Where is your friend?" he asked. "She thinks I'm a self-absorbed romantic who has never questioned everything and everyone I desire." The answer left him puzzled and me thinking. "I liked her," he said.
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My Dear
Posted:Oct 3, 2018 5:36 am
Last Updated:Mar 29, 2024 8:49 am
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I was long overdue
You called me over
You slapped me awake

I fell forward
You stepped back

you
left

a shadow for me

let me crawl in through those years
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Meditation of a Spoon
Posted:Oct 3, 2018 4:47 am
Last Updated:Mar 29, 2024 8:49 am
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Its dark, I lay crowded in the tray.

She awakens
The birds sing
The sun shines

I lay crowded in the tray, Its dark

She walks downstairs
Puts the kettle on her stove
She ignites the burner

In the tray, its dark, I lay crowded

The whistle is loud
she grabs a towel, she grabs the handle
She pours the steaming hot water
She grabs the tarneshed spoons
She holds it close to eye
Upon inspection, she grabs a cloth

I am bright, she holds me tight, sipping her tea
from me
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String Theory
Posted:Oct 3, 2018 4:46 am
Last Updated:Mar 29, 2024 8:49 am
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Not for scientists, you see
Its role is key
For you and me
What are you made of

Noble string?
Why make us mortals
Dance and sing

How do I
keep you
Tied to me
Without you

Who should I be?

Where do I go
If you should snap?
If our love is over
No more map

Then I go looking
For your end
A hopeless journey
As a friend

And find not you
But other strings
Attached, detached
Of many things

I seize the moment
Without fear
Will I be a puppet
Or a puppeteer?

To find out
I must take risk
A lifetime journey
Or quite brisk

The weaver
Of my destined fate
Shall be no other being More great

My story spun
With strings I find
No one shall judgeBut
I'll be kind
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Fresh Taste
Posted:Oct 3, 2018 4:42 am
Last Updated:Mar 29, 2024 8:49 am
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Carnal taste not really previously known
I own up to that...

Floral ambiance connected to love.

Nearby,

Fresh...

( but maybe added on,
an option....)

Sit in a meeting place.

intellect....
Its' the Raw material of imagination

Imagination merely the part of the unconscious We can see.

And Erotic imagination....

It Soaks from eager brain through to toes.

Sea foam and driftwood,
Glass...
Ancient rumors of lust.

Dank, naturally disturbed surfaces
Are to be reveled in.

a taste is worth
a thousand pictures,

my dear.
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Yet, I Do Yearn More, Than Exist
Posted:Oct 3, 2018 4:15 am
Last Updated:Mar 29, 2024 8:49 am
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I woke up, got dressed and walked. I walked to the park to sit by the lake. I preferred to sit by the lake on days like today, not, when the sky was blue and bright butI love the hues of gray from above. The reflection is blank and undefined.

Sitting on the bench looking at the gray sky feeling the warm rain jumping off the clouds in a free fall towards earth and landing on my face.

Listening to drops bounce off of the lake.

The stillness.

Tethered.

I imagined a bird, wings spread in full flight
It flew so high right out of my sight

From far below I envied his glide
Sitting along the gray Sea Side
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