After a long hiatus...

It's dreadful of me to have an EIGHT MONTH break between posts, isn't it? My sincerest apologies, and thank you to all of you who have sent me an email to make sure I haven't fallen off of the face of the earth. Life has just been very, very full recently....I haven't even been taking any new pictures, as some of you may recognize the above photo as being previously posted on craigslist. But I have a brand new camera, and I'm just looking for an opportunity to play with it....

I've been told that I should try my hand at erotic writing, so here's an attempt. I'd love feedback about whether you like it or not.

We were back at your hotel after a lovely sushi dinner. You had arrived earlier in the day, and we had spent the first two hours together in your hotel bed, fucking in every position, as we usually do. You and I see each other so infrequently that we can't keep our hands off of each other when we're together again. Later, we'll talk. Later, we'll have a meal. But first, right away, I have to touch you and taste you and feel you inside of me.

But the immediate need had been satisfied - I had orgasmed at least twice, probably three times, and you came deep inside me - so we could be civilized and go out to dinner. We shared an enormous plate of sushi and a little red wine, and we stopped to buy a pint of ice cream on the way back to the hotel. I followed you into the kitchen of your hotel suite to keep you company while you prepared our dessert.

Even now, I'm not sure how we both got so hot so quickly. That flame that exists between us needs only a small spark to ignite - you were cutting a melon, and you leaned over to kiss me. Your tongue against mine kindled the need in me, and I wrapped myself around you. You pressed me against the wall, building the need higher - you know how much I love it when you kiss me and fuck me against the wall. I love to feel possessed by you. There's something so intensely erotic about feeling you pressing against me, with the unyielding wall behind me. It only took a moment, and then you were rock hard, and you were fucking me, standing right there in the kitchen. I had one leg propped on the countertop so that I could feel you deep inside me, moving within me.

But that wasn't enough - I needed to taste you. You moved away from me, and sat on the kitchen countertop so that I could stand between your legs. Normally, I'll take my time, teasing you, licking up and down your shaft before I finally take all of you into my mouth. But I had no patience for that tonight - I took you completely into my mouth, savoring the hardness and the salty taste of your skin. I love to pleasure you like this - I love the sound of your moans and the feel of your hands in my hair, pulling me against you.

Did you cum then? Did we move to the bed? It's all a haze now, months later. We've been together so many times, and we've both cum in so many ways, that the occasions blur together. But this one evening, and the heat generated in that hotel kitchen, is still crystal clear in my mind. And I can't eat a melon without thinking of that night and feeling the tug of desire for you.