Sanpixee The Alien: Oooo Jai Act IV
Read Act I here:
http://sanpixee.wordpress.com/2009/02/25/sanpixee-the-alien-oooo-jai-act-1/
Read Act II here:
http://sanpixee.wordpress.com/2009/02/27/sanpixee-the-alien-oooo-jai-pt-ii
Read Act III here:
http://sanpixee.wordpress.com/2009/04/26/sanpixee-the-alien-oooo-jai-act-iii/
ACT IV
He was ready and after the immense, patient and meticulously orchestrated pleasure he had given me I was ready to give him whatever was required of me. I knew better not to tease him. My man had done a good job, deserved a gold star and so it took me only a moment to figure out how to build towards driving him into an ecstasy coma.
I started with the obvious. I fixed my posture so that my two eyes were directly facing his third eye. His third appeared to be looking at me lazily balanced at the summit of its long hard shaft which lay on a delicate, secure foundation of twin testicles. I blinked my eyes at his third eye wondering how to make love to it on the sly. I heard my baby moan and what started out as a short moan ended in sputtering gasps. The third eye was dancing back and forth between my tonsils now as I took it all – third eye, shaft and testicular base into my mouth.
I deep throated him just like how I saw Gina Dean do it on her videos. I relaxed my throat, opened my jaw and guided the third eye down the pink vascular tunnel, keeping all – the eye, shaft and testicular base clear of my teeth.
It was in this way my mouth, tongue, tonsils and oesophagus welcomed my Jai, smoothly and serenely, calmly massaging his appendages utilizing circular motions, back and forth, alternatiing pleasure with more pleasure. I loved it and he loved it.
His hands slowly reached up from caressing my shoulders and I started a bit when I felt his grip tighten at the back of my head.
Click here for Act V : )
Sanpixee the Alien: Oooo Jai Act. III
Read Act I here:
http://sanpixee.wordpress.com/2009/02/25/sanpixee-the-alien-oooo-jai-act-1/
Read Act II here:
http://sanpixee.wordpress.com/2009/02/27/sanpixee-the-alien-oooo-jai-pt-ii
ACT III
My juices mingled with his to create for me an epicenter of pleasure, which was not my pleasure to enjoy alone. I mouth was now open now still in the same posiition and shape I had used to mutter my last word “…these”. With each stroke of his tongue millions of tiny fingers were born, each radiating from the tip of his tongue to massage every cell of my body into total submission until each of them reached my brain and my mind gradually erasing each and every thought, goal, ambition, drive, every to-do list, eveything with an agenda. I was now mush, useless mush – a writhing, wide-mouth opening ball of mush.
I managed to get one eye open and saw him smiling as we worked dutifully between my legs. “You okay baby?” he cooed softly as he introduced his index finger to my ooooooooohhhhhhh… this man was clearly going to kill me. Each time we enjoyed each other like this it was so basic, so instinctual, so primal that I feared in our beastlike state that one of us would lose control altogether in this pleasure-pain torment to annihilate the other’s existence.
I looked down at my man and his work, watching the sun’s rays highlighting his disappearing and reappearing finger – which now became plural. While doing this he made his other hand, so warm and gorgeous, still with his watch around his wrist, his hand travelled up my belly, making pit stops along the way to play with my hip bone and navel. I felt the alernating warmth of his skin and the coolness of the metal of his watch. Without looking up his watch hand found my breasts and cupped them, massaging them vigorously and playing with the nipples. I knew he was having way too much fun to untie me anytime soon.
He never made me cum, just took me there, right to the tip, the cusp, the rim the summit, then stopped. This was his cycle and his style. This exquisite torture was his way of expressing his love for me. And when he straightened up and bent down to kiss my nose, that his his way of saying he was hard and throbbing now and that playtime was over.
Click here for Act IV : )
http://sanpixee.wordpress.com/2009/04/26/sanpixee-the-alien-oooo-jai-act-iv/
Space
I need my space
I need my love
I need and constructive way to express and accept love at the same time I express my need my space
Space, Space like the distance between Hi, I’m home and Dinner is Ready
Space between waking up and going down into the subway
Space between boarding a plane and carrying on a conversation
Space between work and friends
Space is love to me, to give me my space is to love me
To come into my space is to punish me
To question my space is to upset me.
I like my space but I love you
My space is my biggest compromise.
Time in my space is my love to you.
My Space and My Love are intertwined
Truths: Attempt #3
I am afraid of being questioned. I feel threatened and defensive because I do not mind people not explaining themselves to me and I leave them alone so I like to be left alone but not in the cranky hermit way but more in the understanding, you need your space kind of way.
Truths: Attempt #2
What am I afraid of?
I am afraid of sharing my life – of having someone experience the cranky morning person the person who likes to sleep in on Saturday mornings, the reality show loving, eat late at night loving, internet blogging person who may not have matching underwear and who tends to curse when pissed and likes to be held sometimes with minimum talking and likes to be talked to sometimes with minimum hugging who likes to be watched but not peeped at who does not mind being looked at but hates being stared at and whose body is sometimes work hard from disciplined gym workouts and whose body can sometimes be soft and meaty from slacking off sometimes I look really hot and put together and like a knockout and sometimes i go out like out at night with jeans and flats and my glasses on and i am one of those women who has still not really found out what really attracts guys when she is wearing what but i know what makes me look cute and i am afraid of those who would not get along with my friends and will say something bad about my friends and those that my family may not like or who may say something bad about my family then i will have to defend my family from the loose disrespectful tongue of this person i may really really be nervous about having my beliefs questioned of having a human who i have not grown up with challenge all that i have worked so long and hard to figure out what i believe.
Truths
I am scared, afraid, panic attack prone
anxiety prone, wound up, awake
I am so awake I barely blink, so awake I feel everything and nothing
Feel sad, bitter, nervous, happy, passionate, anxious
And I am am wound
I am wound so tight I feel every nerve vibrating, each neuron firing
not at the same time, but consecutively, one by one by one by one by one
Each one passing a message to the other
In a strange inner being message of chinese telephone,
Each communicating to the other on an individual level, with its own tone and vernacular
Some whispering some shouting, all distorting the message in their own way
Clouded by emotion
My message gets lost and misunderstood
The last neuron shouts out a declarative sentence
Nonsensical and irrelevant
My message is lost
And my anxiety begins once more
This is how I feel every day on the hour – trying to get out a message to have it distorted and convoluted, but powerless to translate it, too late is catching the confusion to stem the tide of miscommunication.
