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Posted:Apr 19, 2018 6:26 am
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She had agreed to allow him to restrain her as part of their foreplay…it wasn’t the first time that they’d tried some ‘vanilla’ bondage but tonight she knew that it wasn’t going to be quite so ‘vanilla’. He’d been hinting all week that he was going to make her beg…and he fully intended to make this a night that she’d never forget. She was a stirring sight, tied with her hands overhead and crossed, her tits pulled up tightly by her body’s position. Her breasts were full, beautiful and perfectly shaped with her nipples defiantly high in their attitude. Her legs were placed wide apart. The puffy junction of her sex was readily visible for inspection. Her mound was a beautiful work of art in its haughty chiselled perfection. Everything about her body was alluring. A beautiful face and perfect smile with auburn hair that shimmered with her movements, shapely kissable lips, and an ass any man would give his hand to touch. He had been working on her for nearly twenty minutes running his hands over everything secret and treasured, plundering her most exquisite delicacies without regard for her own concerns or feelings. He moved directly in front of her and crouched. Her vulva was dewy and the lips of her vagina fully pouting, betraying the desperate need for the warm gentle human touch. He could smell the heat in her, and the spicy sharp scent told him her orgasm would be earth shattering. He dipped the tip of his hot tongue slowly into the crevice of her valley, searching for her sensitive clit. She gasped when he found it, and rolled her lower body up against his face unintentionally. She shivered as his tongue probed her most sensitive areas, and moaned sweetly into the air. She wondered if he knew how his tongue made her emotions surge within her or how the intensity of the sensations set her mind reeling. He began to lash at her clit using his tongue like a whip, each delicate stroke leaving behind it a cloak of warm tingling wetness. His fingers began to softly tease her tight anal opening, producing an array of wild spasmodic lurches in her body as he lightly probed and teased her. What he was doing to her body was wonderful; she loved the sensation of his hands on her. She was hot now, needing him to fuck her to orgasm. She was a stubborn wench, and she would have to beg for it before being allowed to cum, he thought. He lightly bit the ridges of her vulva as he made his way back to her cunt opening, his lips suckling one, and then the other, teasing them with his teeth and searching her vaginal cavern with his fingers as he went. There were muted cooing sounds emanating from her mouth now as her body consolidated its control over her mood. She moaned as his mouth over her clit, lashing at it as if he were beating a prisoner with a whip, albeit a satin whip. She moaned again, a deep intense resonating sound. For an instant she forgot the struggle and was joyful at the sensations his hands and tongue produced in her. “Do you approve, my lovely?” he asked. “I won‘t beg you,” she replied. That’s what her mouth said, but her heated sex was telling him something all together different. “You’ll beg, you’ll plead, and you’ll cry out for it before I’m finished,” he told her. He stood then, freeing his cock and placing its head against the moist crevice of her swollen cunt, moving it slowly up and down the entire length of her hot sex as his mouth sought her own. Her kiss was soft and sweet, contrasting the harsh desire her body showed in its steaming need for sexual release. She shivered when his cock slithered over her clit, returning his kiss passionately, moaning into his mouth as she did so. His hand moved to her breast, massaging its firmness, playing at the hard nipple. His motions elicited a sharp gasp as he tweaked the budding nub. Then he covered it with his mouth, gently raking his teeth over its length, lightly biting it as he went. “Oh God,” she whimpered. She wasn’t sure how much longer she could take his teasing. Her lust was brazen, making her see sinfully wicked things in her mind's eye. She couldn’t believe the wickedness of her own mind. He was making her so crazy; his constant suggestions in her ear, his beautiful tongue bathing her body with its warmth and wetness, those hands roaming everywhere touching everything, driving her mind into a heated frenzy. He placed the head of his cock against the lips of her sopping cunt, easing an inch and a half into her body and resting there. He continued to kiss her, and then withdrew his hot attentive member just to torment her. Her lower body was thrusting outward as she kissed him, desperately searching for his sleek hardness. “Put it inside me,” she begged. His teasing of her body was making her mad with wicked lust. Her body ached and burned from the intense need raging inside her, it flowed through her like a molten stream of hot lava. “Only you can end the frustration and agony,” he told her. “No, I won’t beg!” she screamed. But even as she spoke, she knew she would. She knew she would do anything he asked, just to feel him move inside her and end her body’s longing. The sensation of his hands and mouth on her body raised an energy field that swirled around her, touching her, caressing her, and warming her with a tingle all over. She both hated and loved him at this instant, he was so brutal and arrogant with his abilities, and always so sweetly correct in his assumptions. He moved his face to her ear and whispered, “I feel your passion like a summer storm raging through your body, feel its lust surge within you like a tidal wave. You want it; don’t deny it, dear. Your gaping sex weeps like a broken hearted lover, and you tremble so at my touch.” “Yes, I want it. I want your hard cock inside my pussy fucking me!” He placed two fingers of one hand into her seeping cunt and wiggled them against the tender walls of her passage before he began to fuck them in and out of her. She used his fingers as if they were a cock not caring how she looked or sounded as she sought her blissful end. She was dripping hot, fiery fluid now and the sounds issuing from her mouth told him she was nearly delirious with wanting. He hand fucked her faster until she began to quiver, moaning continually now on the edge of her orgasm, then he stopped. She was consumed with lust, with a need for her orgasm. She hated what he was doing to her because she knew he would break her will, and use her however he wanted. He would make her beg and plead. “You love me and desperately want me to fill your body with my hard cock, isn’t that so?” he asked her. “Yes, yes,” she sobbed, her tears rolling freely down her cheeks. She loved him, and she wanted him. He had loved her from the first moment he laid eyes on her, and still did. She was the most beautiful, unassuming woman he had ever known. She was a sensitive and passionate lover. He began to antagonize her cunt again, and she moaned when his fingers began to gently lick at the walls of her vagina. He brought her to the point of her release one more time and halted. She tried to rip herself free of her restraints, bruising her wrists with the f***e of her movements. She hated the way he tormented her, his hands and tongue inciting lust all over her body, stirring deep, wicked, sinful passions in her like a raging flood, then stopping cold as she was about to explode. He kneeled in front of her now; making groups of quick rapid short licks at her clit strategically timed, so as to prevent her from going off inadvertently. Then came another brief pause, and then an even more strenuous application. After a rather long pause he began to exhale his hot breath slowly, directly on her swollen cunt. Oh God, he knew exactly how to use his tongue on a woman’s body. It was heavenly. She wanted to weep, scream, cum. He was such a b**st, such a strong beautiful b**st! She began thrusting so f***efully at his tongue she nearly knocked him off balance, then he stopped again. He stood in front of her and kissed her, and she was hungry for the touch of his tongue, sucking it into her mouth instantly. His hand went to her mound gently squeezing her soft sex then dropping to softly stroke her inner thighs. She was whimpering into his mouth as his hands roamed her body freely, devouring the soft satin skin at his fingertips. Heating her with the gentle trail of sensuous feelings on her baby smooth body. “Oh, God, yes, darling! I need it!” He began working his broad massive cock part way into her sopping wet cunt. She cried out as she felt it enter her. She placed her face against his neck and nuzzled him as she whimpered, and after only a few strokes he withdrew. “Ok," she sobbed. "You win.” “I love you,” he told her softly. “I’ll do anything for you, if you’ll fuck me right now… anything…please.” He unhooked the restraints, seated her on the edge of the bed, and knelt between her legs. She found his mouth and all but ****d it with her hot little tongue. “Please, make love to me,” she begged him. “You make me crazy with your tormenting but I love you,” she told him. He licked at her heated sex lightly at first but progressively became much more animated with his tongue, until she squeezed up into a tight ball around his neck and exploded against him in orgasm. Her voice filled his ears with joy as she finally attained the release she had so desperately needed. She erupted into the most sensational explosion of human sexuality he had ever witnessed. She became a wild untamed a****l on his face as she fucked his mouth. Her orgasm exploded in one large fireball bathing her in warmth. The sensation then began rushing madly to her nipples, where the heated flames of lust licked her flesh with a gorgeous tingling touch. Then slowly a wave of relief swept over her body, extinguishing the flames, cooling her passion, taming the raving b**st between her legs with its gentleness. “Oh, God, I love you,” she told him as she looked up into his face, her eyes peaceful at last. “I love you, too. Now I want you to fuck me.” He lay back on the bed as she slowly straddled his thighs. Bending down she barely touched her lips to his. Electricity coursed through their bodies. He could feel the hardness of her nipples as he ran his hands up her thighs. His cock was rock hard; pointing straight up, nuts full of cum, pre-lube at the tip, he was ready and wanting. But he wasn't about to take her. He wanted her to take him this time. She reached down and very lightly encircled his cock with her hand. He knew she could feel it pulsate in her hand. He reached down and slowly drew the fingers of his right hand between her legs and up over her swollen pussy lips. He knew as excited as they both were, lubrication was not going to be a problem. She positioned herself atop the head of his cock and ever so slowly slid down wards. As she settled down at the base of his shaft she sat there relishing in the moment. He reached up and began to fondle her breasts. She arched her back, driving him deeper inside. She squeezed his cock with her vaginal muscles and shuddered. He damn near exploded right then. It took everything he had not to cum but he had to make this last for her. This wasn't his fuck, but hers. Finally, after what seemed like forever she started a slow rhythmic movement. He could look down and see the swollen lips of her passion enveloping his cock. Her fluids seeped from around his shaft leaving the scent of heat and desire around them. With each downward thrust she'd cry out like she'd never been fucked. He could feel the bulbous head of his cock bang against her cervix with each thrust. When at last her orgasm finally overcame her she shrieked and collapsed on his body. He rolled her over onto her side and allowed her to slowly withdraw. She looked at him knowing he hadn't cum yet and begged him to keep going. He rolled her to where her back was to him, pulled her buttocks to his groin, slid his hand down between her legs and could feel her pussy lips still trembling; Wet, swollen, and quivering. His cock was still hot and wet from her secretions. Adjusting for best penetration, he slowly slid back into her. From the moment the head of his cock returned into her pussy, she started convulsing in orgasm again. Reaching around her body, cupping her breasts, he felt the two pebble-like nipples between his fingers. Once in position, he began thrusting into her pussy. She must have had ten or more orgasms before he finally drove home the last stroke that signalled his first. Deep inside he could feel his seed erupting deep within her. His orgasm seemed to trigger even yet another for her, her strongest yet. Her pussy literally squeezed his cock from its confines. Remaining sperm dribbled along the lips of her pussy, over her clit, coming to rest on her inner thigh. They rested there for what seemed like forever but must have been maybe 10 minutes. They rose and went into the shower together, intending to clean up but that didn't happen. As they washed each other, and themselves, they became entwined again, this time within the confines of the shower. As she grasped onto the water nozzles, he slid into her from behind. He stroked into her so hard, his nuts would swing forward and slap her clit with each thrust. Their bodies were insatiable for each other, starved and unable to get enough. Even after they had each reached a huge climax in the shower it wasn't enough for as they were standing by the bed getting ready to dress, they ended up naked, back on the bed fucking like wild maddened dogs in heat and he could tell that they were both about to erupt once again. Her moans had become shouts and he was beginning to make loud grunting sounds every time he thrust deep inside her hot, wet pussy. She erupted first and he could feel her pussy tighten around his cock. He felt the warm sensation as her pussy juices began to flood over his shaft. He continued to pump and after just a few more strokes, he erupted like a cannon...firing shot after shot of his hot sticky cum into her equally wet pussy and they collapsed against each other finally temporarily satisfied.
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1st September 1939
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Posted:Jun 5, 2014 1:44 am
Last Updated:May 21, 2024 8:49 am
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Defenceless under the night
Defenceless under the night
Our world in stupor lies;
Yet, dotted everywhere,
Ironic points of light
Flash out wherever the Just
Exchange their messages:
May I, composed like them
Of Eros and of dust,
Beleaguered by the same
Negation and despair,
Show an affirming flame.
W H Auden
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In memoriam
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Posted:Jun 4, 2014 8:02 am
Last Updated:Nov 11, 2016 12:36 am
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The life that I have
Is all that I have
And the life that I have
Is yours.
The love that I have
Of the life that I have
Is yours and yours and yours.
A sleep I shall have
A rest I shall have
Yet death will be but a pause.
For the peace of my years
In the long green grass
Will be yours and yours and yours
Leo Marks December 1943
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Remembering Pete Seeger
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Posted:Jan 28, 2014 8:26 am
Last Updated:Jan 28, 2014 9:02 am
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Turn, turn, turn.
To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:
A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, a time to reap that which is planted;
A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up;
A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance;
A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;
A time to get, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away;
A time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;
A time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace.
Jarama
Early version
There’s a valley in Spain called Jarama,
That's a place that we all know so well,
for 'tis there that we wasted our manhood,
And most of our old age as well.
From this valley they tell us we're leaving
But don't hasten to bid us adieu
For e'en though we make our departure
We'll be back in an hour or two[5]
Oh, we're proud of our British Battalion,[6]
And the marathon record it's made,
Please do us this one little favour
And take this last word to Brigade:
"You will never be happy with strangers,
They would not understand you as we,
So remember the Jarama Valley
And the old men who wait patiently".
Reunion version
There’s a Valley in Spain called Jarama,
It’s a place that we all know so well,
It is there that we gave of our manhood,
And so many of our brave comrades fell.
We are proud of the British Battalion,[6]
And the stand for Madrid that they made,
For they fought like true sons of the soil.
As part of the Fifteenth Brigade.
With the rest of the international column,
In the stand for the freedom of Spain
We swore in the valley of Jarama
That fascism never will reign.
Now we’ve left that dark valley of sorrow
And its memories of regret,
So before we continue this reunion
Let us stand to our glorious dead.
El Ejército del Ebro
El Ejército del Ebro,
rumba la rumba la rumba la.
El Ejército del Ebro,
rumba la rumba la rumba la
una noche el río pasó,
¡Ay Carmela! ¡Ay Carmela!
una noche el río pasó,
¡Ay Carmela! ¡Ay Carmela!
Y a las tropas invasoras,
rumba la rumba la rumba la.
Y a las tropas invasoras,
rumba la rumba la rumba la
buena paliza les dio,
¡Ay Carmela! ¡Ay Carmela!
buena paliza les dio,
¡Ay Carmela! ¡Ay Carmela!
El furor de los traidores,
rumba la rumba la rumba la.
El furor de los traidores,
rumba la rumba la rumba la
lo descarga su aviación,
¡Ay Carmela! ¡Ay Carmela!
lo descarga su aviación,
¡Ay Carmela! ¡Ay Carmela!
Pero nada pueden bombas,
rumba la rumba la rumba la.
Pero nada pueden bombas,
rumba la rumba la rumba la
donde sobra corazón,
¡Ay Carmela! ¡Ay Carmela!
donde sobra corazón,
¡Ay Carmela! ¡Ay Carmela!
Contraataques muy rabiosos,
rumba la rumba la rumba la.
Contraataques muy rabiosos,
rumba la rumba la rumba la
deberemos resistir,
¡Ay Carmela! ¡Ay Carmela!
deberemos resistir,
¡Ay Carmela! ¡Ay Carmela!
Pero igual que combatimos,
rumba la rumba la rumba la.
Pero igual que combatimos,
rumba la rumba la rumba la
prometemos resistir,
¡Ay Carmela! ¡Ay Carmela!
prometemos resistir,
¡Ay Carmela! ¡Ay Carmela!
This Land
This land is your land, this land is my land
From California to the New York Island
From the Redwood Forest to the Gulf Stream waters
This land was made for you and me.
As I was walking that ribbon of highway
I saw above me that endless skyway
I saw below me that golden valley
This land was made for you and me.
I roamed and I rambled and I followed my footsteps
To the sparkling sands of her diamond deserts
While all around me a voice was sounding
This land was made for you and me.
When the sun came shining, and I was strolling
And the wheat fields waving and the dust clouds rolling
A voice was chanting, As the fog was lifting,
This land was made for you and me.
This land is your land, this land is my land
From California to the New York Island
From the Redwood Forest to the Gulf Stream waters
Guantanamera
Guantanamera, Guajira Guantanamera
Guantanamera, Guajira Guantanamera
Yo soy un hombre sincero
De donde crecen las palmas.
Yo soy un hombre sincero
De donde crecen las palmas.
Y antes de morir me quiero
Echar mis versos del alma.
Guantanamera, guajira guantanamera,
Guantanamera, guajira guantanamera.
Mi verso es de un verde claro
Y de un carmín encendido.
Mi verso es de un verde claro
Y de un carmín encendido.
Mi verso es un ciervo herido
Que busca en el monte amparo.
The words mean;
I am a truthful man from the land of the palm trees.
And before dying, I want to share these poems of my soul.
My poems are soft green. My poems are also flaming crimson.
My poems are like a wounded fawn seeking refuge in the forest.
The last verse says
Con los pobres de la tierra.
With the poor people of this earth I want to share my fate. The streams of the mountains please me more than the sea.
Por los pobres de la tierra
Quiero yo mi suerte echar
Por los pobres de la tierra
Quiero yo mi suerte echar
Y el arroyo de la sierra
Me complace más que el mar
Guantanamera, guajira guantanamera,
Guantanamera, guajira guantanamera.
If I had a hammer
If I had a hammer,
I'd hammer in the morning,
I'd hammer in the evening,
All over this land,
I'd hammer out danger,
I'd hammer out a warning,
I'd hammer out love between,
My brothers and my sisters,
All over this land.
If I had a bell,
I'd ring it in the morning,
I'd ring it in the evening,
All over this land,
I'd ring out danger,
I'd ring out a warning,
I'd ring out love between,
My brothers and my sisters,
All over this land.
If I had a song
I'd sing it in the morning
I'd sing it in the evening
all over this land
I'd sing out danger
I'd sing out warning
I'd sing out love between
my brothers and my sisters
all over this land
Well, I've got a hammer
and I've got a bell
and I've got a song to sing
all over this land
It's the hammer of justice
It's the bell of freedom
It's a song about love between my
brothers and my sisters
all over this land
It's the hammer of justice
It's the bell of freedom
It's a song about love between my brothers and my sisters
All over this la-a-and
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Random Thoughts
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Posted:Jul 2, 2013 9:20 pm
Last Updated:May 21, 2024 8:49 am
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Old and alone. Lots of time to think. Maybe now is the time to share.
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