Am I your Belly Dancer?
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Posted:Oct 5, 2009 3:24 am
Last Updated:Oct 8, 2010 2:01 am
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You know I love the poems of Diane Wakoski? (The Hitchhikers: "they burn you, like the berries of monutain ash...........and dream each night of a hell where you're a hitchhiker, and no one will ever stop to pick you up..." is my favourite and for some reason I am often reminded of that poem when I come on line to look at the blogs. )
Anyway, I was looking at some of her other poems, because I relaized I don't know many of them, and I found this, and it made me wonder if there is a parallel here, for some, on this site. There have been some in the past who read and posted here on my blog. Not so much any more maybe, but.....Was I their belly dancer?
Belly Dancer Diane Wakoski
Can these movements which move themselves be the substance of my attraction? Where does this thin green silk come from that covers my body? Surely any woman wearing such fabrics would move her body just to feel them touching every part of her.
Yet most of the women frown, or look away, or laugh stiffly. They are afraid of these materials and these movements in some way. The psychologists would say they are afraid of themselves, somehow. Perhaps awakening too much desire– that their men could never satisfy?
So they keep themselves laced and buttoned and made up in hopes that the framework will keep them stiff enough not to feel the whole register. In hopes that they will not have to experience that unquenchable desire for rhythm and contact.
If a snake glided across this floor most of them would faint or shrink away. Yet that movement could be their own. That smooth movement frightens them– awakening ancestors and relatives to the tips of the arms and toes.
So my bare feet and my thin green silks my bells and finger cymbals offend them–frighten their old-young bodies. While the men simper and leer– glad for the vicarious experience and exercise. They do not realize how I scorn them: or how I dance for their frightened, unawakened, sweet women.
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Another One of those Half Dreams
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Posted:Oct 2, 2009 4:54 am
Last Updated:Feb 11, 2011 3:50 am
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Sometimes when I use the word "you," you might wonder if I actually mean you. Often I mean a lot of different "yous." Sometimes there might be a special "you" who I have been thinking about, but usually if that is You, you would know for sure. Mostly though I don't want to say out loud who "you" are, because it isn't always any specific "you," more an amalgamation of various "yous" which gets into my head and gives me sexy dreams. If you are enjoying reading what follows, there is a pretty fair chance that I want you to take "you" to mean yes you. (Sad not to have to add "not YOU Willhe" here. )
I had obviously been dreaming. It was still early, but there was a faint light coming through the curtains. I was surprised, but I realized you had been there in my dream. I hadn't dreamt of you in a while, even though I had been thinking of you a lot. I lay still for a moment, drifting on the edge of sleep. If I got it right I could be in that half-sleeping, half-awake state when the best dreams come.........
You were hot next to me in my bed. It must have been a chemical, pheromone thing because your skin, your whole body, seemed to be silently asking me for sex. Maybe you had been dreaming too and you needed me. I let my hand wander over your breast and felt the nipple harden under the palm of my hand. You were moving your leg too, slipping it between my knees and gently pushing it up between my thighs until my cock was pressing into your hip. There was an even greater heat between us there.
Your lips were on my neck. I could feel your tongue flickering over the sensitive part just below my jaw bone. Then you worked your way round until your lips were on mine and I felt your soft tongue slip into my mouth. You lifted yourself a little and your breast fell against my chest. Your skin was so silky smooth that all I could feel was the gentle friction and the heat as you moved over me. I could feel a wetness on my stomach, but I couldn't work out whether it was from you or from my pre-cum, but the thought only lasted a second before I felt you pushing me inside you.
Oh what a wonderful heat and enclosure surrounded me - your body above me like a warm blanket, your inner walls sheathing me with a firm softness that seemed to have been made to fit so perfectly. There was no part of us which wasn't touching. Then you flicked your hair back and smiled, kissing me again before I saw your mind go into itself. Into that place where wild thoughts give birth to orgasms. You leaned back a little and rode me as if I was the only man who could give you that release. You were in a world of your own, and yet I was there with you in that enclosed space where every thought was focused on the feeling of our bodies fucking. Occasional gasps and meaningless words told me you were coming and when you came you held yourself down on me and breathed in my ear and kissed my neck again. And when you came I came too, pumping myself into you so that a part of me would always be in you.
Sometimes I think that maybe that is how it would be....if you were here....if it didn't only happen while I was dreaming.
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Changes
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Posted:Oct 1, 2009 2:14 pm
Last Updated:Dec 23, 2009 2:19 am
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Oh my goodness - my first denied post! I was going to write a post yesterday, but somehow the words wouldn't come out, and in the end I just put a full-stop so that the text would register, and then left it. After all, in the past some of the most fun posts I have done have been the meaningless ones like when I just posted the alphabet.
But when I came back on to check it today, it said "post denied - BANNED SUBJECT"
LOl, I have never had that before. I obviously confused the system. Oh well, come back later, I will post something more interesting for you.
Naughty Dreamer!
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Ahhhhh! Satisfaction
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Posted:Sep 29, 2009 2:19 pm
Last Updated:Oct 2, 2009 3:23 am
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It was a day or two ago actually.
But worth the wait. As satisfying as sex without the involvement of another person can be anyway. Why is that? If only we could work out exactly what it is that makes the difference. It isn't just physical. On many occasions I had phone sex with "The Blogger Who Loved Me" and it really was almost as good as the real thing.
That's why the ideas which get into my head are so important. They don't have to be wildly exotic to be wildly erotic. But they do need to be about real people.
It was the girl in the print shop, where I went to pick up my holiday photos, that did it actually. She made eye contact like a porn star sucking a cock and it really stuck in my head, lol. That along with those sexy pictures, you know the ones I mean, and those sexy ideas and thoughts someone put in my head. (Not to be confused with the Thoughts. ) So thank you, and all is back to normal.
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On the Road Again
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Posted:Sep 23, 2009 8:05 am
Last Updated:Nov 6, 2014 4:28 am
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Okay here's a weird one for me.
I have occasionally blogged about music, and those of you who have been around a while may have picked up the fact that I don't really get country music. I do realize there is a lot of different stuff out there, and I don't have anything against it as such. It may even be that I just haven't come across the right kind of country. I mean, if you asked me why I don't like it I could say the chords are too predictable, but then I love blues so that can't be it.
It isn't that I don't like the rhythms. And the sentiments can range from love to politics to cars - no problems there. Piano, Guitars - good; Bass - check; strings, harmonica - fair enough. But in the past it has mostly left me unmoved.
But there is an advert on TV at the moment using Willie Nelson's "on the road again" as its backing track, and it is really starting to grow on me. I love the simple, but clever and slightly unexpected chord changes. I love the wistfulness and hope and companionship in the lyrics and the way the song is put together.
Oh my GOD Dreamer's going country! (It must be the pent up hormones! ) So I wondered..... I know some of you, especially my American friends, love country.......what have I missed? What are the top three songs in your opinion that I should educate myself by listening to? Bear in mind I need something a little inventive musically, and it needs to have some depth. (Actually maybe it doesn't - I think the last country music record that made me smile was Ray Stevens "The Streak" lol! )
Please post me your suggestions....... and I will listen to them.
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Impending Orgasm - Update
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Posted:Sep 23, 2009 7:22 am
Last Updated:Dec 23, 2009 2:20 am
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Still simmering.
Someone put sexy thoughts in my head, but I am quite enjoying letting them just grow there for a while. Just thought I would update you before I write another post which is unconnected with sex; didn't want any of you to think I had forgotten you.
Maybe I need something more, a thought I won't be able to resist maybe?
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Nearly There
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Posted:Sep 22, 2009 3:05 am
Last Updated:Sep 30, 2009 1:33 pm
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A strange night's sleep. Dreams of the girl in the photo shop.......but as Seinfeld would say I am still "master of my domain."
The tank is still full, but I think soon it's gonna blow. Mind that fly on the wall.
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I think I'm Going To Come
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Posted:Sep 21, 2009 4:06 am
Last Updated:Oct 8, 2009 7:01 am
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I am back from what was a really great holiday. Full of enthusiasm for work, new projects, renovations, everything.
But here's the thing. There was no sex on holiday of course. Not even any masturbation.......For two weeks!
So now I am in a hightened state of sexual awareness. I even got turned on looking at a picture of Fearne Cotton in the TV guide. But I don't want to waste it. I'm not talking about meeting anyone of course.....unless You really want to....lol, because as we all know that isn't why I joined the site. (Although I always enjoy it when you try to persuade me otherwise.)
So of course I could just whip out Mount Dreamer and quickly relieve the tension. But wouldn't that be a waste? With two weeks worth of desire to play with I figure I could let a really good fantasy build up about something or someone for a while and then round it off with a really slow easy build up followed by a massive orgasm. Any thoughts anyone?
I mean just imagine it. Imagine me, taught......hard....very very hard......incredibly sensitive, just soaking up any tiny sensations, responsive to any flashes of sexy thoughts......but resisting doing anything about it for a while. Resisting until I am as turned on as if you were there in front of me, naked, with your arms wrapped around me, twisting and grinding, trying to press my cock inside you.
Maybe you might like to get involved in this little mental project by suggesting some sexy ideas?
For now I will keep you updated, lol. Nothing is going to happen just yet.....I think.
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Holiday
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Posted:Sep 4, 2009 12:33 pm
Last Updated:Sep 23, 2009 7:23 am
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I am going on a little holiday and I won't be on line.
Blog you when I get back
Dreamer.
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Everything is Temporary Anyway
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Posted:Sep 3, 2009 3:03 am
Last Updated:Jun 24, 2010 4:44 pm
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Sorry guys but my mind or my battery or my whatever must be flat. I wanted to say hi, and give you all something to think about, but it's just not there at the moment. My mind's a blank.
Except maybe this....
I think I don't see enough people. I worry sometimes that I don't really like my friends. Maybe that's why I don't bother seeing that many people. Even lifelong friends. It seems to take more effort these days. I wouldn't mind that, but then we don't seem to be quite on the same wavelength like we used to be, and they don't always understand what I am thinking. That can be even more disappointing than time spent with some half aquaintance I don't expect anything from.
And then there have been people who really mattered. I have tried so hard. I've even tried not to try too hard, but it doesn't help.
I had a dream the other night in which I was living in a kind of "friends" fantasy world where my friends were around every day. We shared all our little hopes and fears and mundane experiences. Do real people live like that still? Like George, Jerry and Elaine in Seinfeld? I sort of used to. My best friend moved in two doors down the road with his wife. Before that, when I had only recently been a student and had just started work we all met up with friends every evening, sometimes for lunch too. We really shared our lives, and it felt good, though I didn't appreciate it for what it was at the time. But I don't seem to be able to do that any more, even if I had good enough friends to want to. Maybe if I saw people more regularly they would be better friends. Except I do see people all the time really, but I don't get close to them, and I don't want to. Am I making any sense?
Maybe that is one reason why I used to love the blogs and emails. It has mirrored life in a weird kind of way. First there was learning how it all worked. The excitement of making new friends. We got pretty close some of us didn't we? There were people who were always around, I knew what they were doing at any time and they knew me. There were blogs which seemed to be almost constantly active; visiting was like going to a party. The there was the sharing, helping each other through, forging real friendships. Okay there were disappointments too. But now, even though you guys are out there, and I think of you as real friends, none of us come around so much. We all have things to do. Just like real life; it takes effort. And I can't be bothered with going out looking for new people. When you do there is always something not to like. I don't look for it, but I can't help seeing it.
Sometimes I think Edie Brickell got it right:
Me, I'm a part of your circle of friends And we notice you don't come around Me, I think it all depends On you touching ground with us
I quit - I give up Nothing's good enough for anybody else, it seems. And being alone is the best way to be When I'm by myself it's the best way to be When I'm all alone it's the best way to be When I'm by myself nobody else can say....... Goodbye
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Neck
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Posted:Aug 25, 2009 3:42 am
Last Updated:Sep 24, 2009 1:54 am
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My neck's much better by the way, thank you for asking.
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Curious about Watchers
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Posted:Aug 25, 2009 3:41 am
Last Updated:Oct 25, 2011 11:09 am
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Is there any way to tell who all your watchers are? Not that I am so very vain about it, nor do I have that many. But I am interested to know who is keeping an eye on me. Not everyone shows up on the "recent visitors" list, because obviously when they do you can see the little eye alongside. And I just lost three watchers overnight for no apparent reason. (Maybe they got bored.)
But there are about ten or twelve people who regularly leave a comment now and again, and maybe a few who are still "watchers" but don't bother coming to read any more. So who are the others?
If you have me on your watched list and you are reading this, why not leave me a quick hello, just so I know you are there - I would love to find out there is someone I didn't know about lurking around out there.
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Neck Stabbing
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Posted:Aug 20, 2009 12:16 am
Last Updated:Aug 22, 2009 1:47 am
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Holy stabbing pain Batman!
I am suffering from a severely cricked neck. And before you start jumping to conclusions sadly no it has nothing to do with sex! I haven't spent all night hungrily sucking on some engorged clitoris or desperately craning my neck to push my tongue further in between velvet inner lips or anything.
Nor did I try to deep throat myself, lol.
I think I over did it playing sport at the weekend. But by wednesday I had stopped aching and everything had loosened up again. Then this morning someone sent me an email which made me smile. I was up early, after a good night's sleep in which the pain in my neck hadn't troubled me at all. In fact I had I forgotten it. With a big grin on my face I reached my arms up over my head and clasped my hands together for a big luxurious stretch. BLOODY HELL AND A HALF!!!!!!! I felt like I had been stabbed! Now I am nearly back to square one, with the rubbing and the ointment and everything. It even hurts to sit here and type, but I have work I must get finished.
Deep heat instead of deep throat. Oh well, you can't have everything you want I suppose!
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