Seemail See Male

"Seemail” definition: to chat by web cam.  

Like an email, but where one can see the other.

From: Mr. Nicimos
To: @nicimos_
Sent: Thursday, March 28, 2013 7:29:57 PM
Subject: 'Pro' seemail

Had to endure a seemail today where no one got their cocks out, or came. No one jizzed up their arm. No one had an orgasm that transgressed time, space or physics. No one had the fun we have when we seemail.
Couldn't resist this sneaky pic, the screens here are as big as wardrobes. Went into a reverie just imagining us appearing at this size!
The man in the left screen is a photographer called ____  - he was in New York, his time about 8am. You can see me in the screen too! This meeting lasted four, yes count em four hours. My guh it was dull. Later I drank beer with nice people so it was all okay, I hope you are good - mwah xxx

I thought about you muchly today. Am missing your smile; your laugh; your hand up to your mouth; your gaze at me. I want you.

Please come and visit me here xxx     Nicimos 

----- Forwarded Message -----
From: @nicimos_
To: Mr. Nicimos 
Sent: Friday, March 29, 2013 12:43:08 AM
Subject: Re: 'Pro' seemail to see male

That picture is hilarious!   The dude with his hand on his chin looks so bored he's thinking of killing someone to liven things up.   Ha ha!   How awful!!   But I am glad you had beer.   Tee hee.  Yes - I am imagining the heart attack I'd get to see your beautiful post cum face so very very large.  I want you too.   Am up late faffing around cleaning up my computer etc.  I can't help but think of you as when I'm downloading pics I keep seeing this gorgeous pic of your cock in my files.   It is so fricken pretty.  It does not look British White - no Sir - it's rosy and I can smell it from here.

I can feel the softness of your skin and the warmth of this beautiful cock I so love.   When I see it now - it's like an old friend.   But an old friend whose pants I can’t wait to get off.

Was missing you today too.   I expect you'll be off soon to _____.   Maybe some pics will liven up the time??  

                    My weekend plans are very loose.  On purpose.   I had so many pics to sift through on my computer as well as on my phone.   Holy heck.   Hoping to do some ______ blogging this weekend.   Golly!  Suddenly have all these crazy creative drives.  No shortage of ideas - just the time and energy to complete them all!

I really do ascribe all the recent photo eroticism to you.    You are such a sensual spirit you know?   Thursday getting off the train I saw in the sunlight a most beautiful girl.   Long red wavy hair with a fringe, burgundy boots, stockings and short skirt - red coat.   It happened so fast and I was in a dense moving crowd but I wanted to take her picture for you.   She was heart-stoppingly beautiful.  I just know you'd have appreciated her and your little heart would have done a number just looking at her too.  

Funny - I see beauty and I think of you.   I've always had a sense of appreciation for natural beauty (well any and all really) - but it's like I know that you can appreciate a woman like that on many levels.   From lust to 'I can't breathe, what a vision' kind of thing.     You are NOT just a highly sexual man.   Trust me - I've met many very sexual men in my time - some even more sexual than you (but in their case they'd lost all control - hiring women in multiples so often one forgot he'd already seen me at least 3 times before - holy addiction batman!) ..... however, you Darling Nicimos are a sexually charged man, but oh there’s so much more with it.    

The details that you appreciate in a woman show just how sensual a man you are.   I can't tell you just how exciting this is to me.   But you love and lust with your eyes and with your sense of touch, and smell and colour.   Your 5 senses are alive, burning, on fire.  

                  I see that - I hear it, I feel it of You.  

In comparison, other men are just ho hum black and white.    You are a range of colour that only dogs can hear!    You know what I mean!    It doesn't take much by way of word or image from you and I am with you - in every part of my body and too my spirit.    Riding waves with you - not in spite of you (as I often do with other men) but with you.  

You are a delight.    How many times have I said this??    I am CA-RAZY about you - in the very best of ways.    No bunny boiling Sir!   Just sweet admiration and lust for your charms.   Your many charms.

It takes a special woman to appreciate your full charms.   I'm getting there - but I know that no one could keep up with you.   Your imagination is roving and wild.   Just like your eye.   But you're no pervert - this is just the way you are wired.   Open and sensitive to beauty.  Open and sensitive to the undercurrents of sex in others and at the same time - yourself.



Do you realise this in itself is a form of intuitive sensing?     I know what you're like - because in some ways I am like you.    In public places wherever people gather - I sense the unspoken sex even when all concerned believe they are not sending out signals.   Signals can be turned off and they can be turned on.    Literally.   Like I was talking about in our last seemail.     You choose to walk into a room and be noted by all - regardless of the silent footsteps you make.   Or you choose to walk into a place and blend or become one with the all - unnoticed if you so choose.   It is a conscious choice.  

But for people like you and me - the sex thing is a whole other story!    Personally - I can't stop from sensing the sexual in the atmosphere.   In myself or in others.   And even when nothing is going on at all under or over -  well - then I find myself thinking and imagining this other or others in sexual terms.   My sexual curiosity seems to never have a limit.  

Never.  

Ever.      

It never goes away.    I can't help it.

Sometimes I  think on these things actively - other times I just day dream and realise what I'm dreaming about.   It's perhaps peculiar but I really do 'size up' everyone this way.    Even senior citizens aren't safe from my sensual mind.    Was out at the book store tonight.   Doing it again!   There was a bald overweight dude with cool specs, and you'd think I was 14 still ... looking at him and imagining having sex with him.     And trust me - he was no traditional looker.     It's not exactly about looks with me.     I'm just sensually curious.     Just like you are.    

                  You my darling are a DELIGHT to me in your similar sensuality.    I could imagine trying so many things with you - because its possible with you.    I'd like to have even the boring stuff with you.   I want the the ho hum god aren't we knackered but still horny so let’s have a quickie then fall dead asleep sex.    I do wonder if anyone knows what a treasure you are my love.    I am glad I can't have you every day.   I don't have enough days in my life to get to be bored of you!  

And you take two people with such vivid sexually sensual imaginations and it's like touching a different person every time.    

                  Darling how could I tire of you?      

And I don't have sexual expectations of you... meaning you're not a circus monkey expected to do the high wire act etc - and pull off some sexual stunt every time.  

                  I think your own good quiet imagination is more than sufficient.   Artifice is a turn off - and there's nothing more artificial than one trying to do or be what they think anyone else expects of them.      You're too free-flowing for that.    Which I absolutely adore.

Just like your seemails.     Getting tingly now just thinking of them.    Missing that sweet anticipation of knowing that at some point in a seemail I'm gonna see male.  

 You're such a fucking treasure!!

Love that moment when you start unbuckling your trousers.   

I confess I suddenly get dizzy from lack of breath.   Immediately.   And I love it when you tease me.   Or when you won’t and you just pull it out or touch yourself as we are talking.    

 I love being subjected to your cock.    

And I can't wait until the next time my love.

Thinking of you, tonight.   I am up late and you are getting up in a few hours - but I will still join you wherever you are.   You know I can find you.  

oxoxox

 ~ @nicimos_

The Hand That Sews Time

9 Hours Ago:

                  Love seems to be in the air today here.  Or lust.  Northbound Bakerloo line, just now; really hot looking couple just standing really close.  She had a full length herringbone coat on and her arms around his shoulders.  From where his hands were, which were concealed by her coat.  He had his hand between her legs.  I could see the merest movement in his arm.

She had her eyes closed the whole time and their faces were inches apart.  Neither said a word to each other but the way she kept putting her head back with her eyes still closed was unmistakable.  

She pressed her lips against his as she came and held her mouth there in an attempt to not make a sound.  He didn't flinch.

                Erotic.  As.  All.  Fuck.  

Everyone lost in the drudgery of newspaper reading.  Not me.  It's why we were given eyes.  

They 'got off' at baker st whole thing lasted maybe 5 minutes.  Maybe she's blowing him off on the Jubilee line as I speak.  Hope so!

        C'mere baby.  I wanna hold your, uh .... hand! ; ) Can u believe the vocal backing is Bowie? 

David Bowie Love Song A&R Demo 1968

Wow @nicimos_ there I am telling the world about a little erotica and there you are! That's my girl : ) Amazing that its Bowie?   Did you catch that little exchange baby? Amazing when you were just talking about doing the same to me in GWB.

       
                That's beautiful synchronicity Nicimos.  Loved how you described their brief interfrude.  
                
                The kind of sensuality I feel when I think of you.

                I am so jealous. I want to be Her. And him you. That's exactly what I want. 

                Spring is in the air ; ) xxx


Oh it was just a little arousing @nicimos_ couldn't help but look!  They were so in lust with each other.  Quite beautiful really .  

I imagined it was me and you for a moment.  Especially as we'd only just recently talked about it.  

I imagined riding the tube with you.  Anonymously.  Me in a long overcoat, you tucked inside.  No one could touch us.

I'd wear a stoopid hat that'd make you laugh.  I'd say 'pick a station' and we'll get off and go inside the first place we see.  That's a good game.  There's always something interesting to see.  There's always something new.   The world would be our oyster (card) haha.  

I'd say pick a hotel. We'll be mr and mrs nicimos.  What an odd pair we'd make in the foyer.  Hot bath, clean sheets, &cold bubbles in a glass.

Night night my darling xxx sweet dreams when you Get there. I'm off to meet you now.

~ 2 Hours Ago ~

                Nicimos, let's have oysters on ice in our room.  You'll need the energy. Ahhh a hotel. You're right. Oh to have a room with a view of You!  There's just something so unique about you my Nicimos. Somethings - plural. How is it you talk here and I can hear your voice?  

The sound of your voice warms all the parts of me the daylight hours hide.  
It moves through me and touches every single little part.

And it's in an instant. Watched and listened to you on the London high roads today.  I saw all the others moving through their lives.

Oblivious except for thought of their Thursday destinations. Watched the London sun setting over the sound of your voice.  

Golden rays .... 

~ Screen Shot of vid you sent me today ~

And I heard every nuance as those rays warmed your face your skin as you walked.  Felt it on my face too.

~ Screen Shot of vid you sent me today ~

          Felt like I was wrapped within your travelling coat, walking with you. 
          Keeping up with your strides. 
          You're taller than me.

What it is to feel your voice wash over me is not unlike that warm bubbled bath. Not unlike the way my head feels with a glass of champagne.

I often feel more than a little heady when you're close in spirit in thought in word, here.  

But there is a sorcery to your voice as if in some other life I promised myself to never forget the way you sound inside of me.

                The longer I know you the deeper the knell.

As we speak, my body is softly humming.  I'd just watched again what you'd sent me in the last two days. You could see me now, in the dark.

I am covered over and through in your golden etheric liquor.  I am grown drowsy and desirous of You. A state now perpetually fed by You.

There are no parts in me hidden from this unusual touch of yours. The alchemy is ours and I grow addicted to this calling upon my flesh.

You take me in your mind, wearing that ridiculous hat, on a journey and I am in fact by your side.  There's no one else I can see.  

Even as you sign us into this hotel I won't take my eyes off of you.  I study you now, like I always do, every turn of your head, I know.

                I dreamt of this journey in my last night time.  

                I didn't understand why you were wearing a ridiculous hat in my dream.

                You did say to me "pick a station."   I picked one close to water.   ~ This ringing a bell for you?

I recall looking around at the horizon, this strange place you brought me to.  At first I thought you meant pick a pub. I was annoyed.  But then with a grand sweep of your arm you pointed out a hotel in our view. I smiled at you. We walked in arm in arm.  

                I wanted to hold your hand instead but I was so close to you I felt the heat from inside your travelling coat.  

                Does this coat exist?

               If it does not, it should do.  

               I love the way you wear your clothes.  I love you in your immaculate posture but easy manner.

I listened to you book our room at the desk.  Marvelling at your assured manner.    ~ The world is your oyster N.  

        I know this.  
        
                I was missing you so when I went to bed last night.  Willed myself to join you in dream. And I have, but the dream was something made by you.

How peculiar this is. It never was a sleeping dream for you. It was an imagining. But so strong I felt your arm.   Smelled your cologne.  

                But darling Nicimos, the hat confused me when I awoke this morning, so I passed it off as a silly dream.  I had decided not to tell you about it.

Holy fuck.  Next time I won't, no matter how odd anything seems. See what I mean? Between us, time is a fruitless gesture.
  
        I don't have to know the science of this.   I don't care. 

        All I know is, the more these 'dream share' things happen twixt us ….

                                ... the stronger the physical senses between us come to life.  

        I will, will that furrowing under your jacket.   ~ Under your arm and close in.

Even now the warmth and smell of you from last night's dream catches the insides of my nose, my lungs, my throat.


What is this strange world where we meet?  Where one if us can dream the waking thoughts of the other?  They are both REAL!


We've talked about the interconnectedness of all things.  We talk about time & space.  But I begin to understand all I've read about reality.  The occultists say that all is illusion.  That dream planes are just another layer of 'reality' - connected to all, not separate.  

Of course at the time I thought it was the work of Victorians smoking too much opium while reading ancient texts.  

                 At that same time I willed myself to KNOW and experience through disciplines & practice any 'other planes' that I might access.  Experience has taught me that these layers exist, but I didn't seek to share them with another. It was enough to 'go' on my own.

                The thing that brought us together was discussion of the connectedness of all things. And when I have you that 'reading' spontaneously. 

Standing alone at a bus stop over two years ago. 5:15 am on a dark snowy morning.  I'd implored to the universe, use me!  Use me... ... let these gifts I have be used to help others, not simply for my own benefit.  I was sick of not contributing to this world I live in.    Heart sick soul sick.  And I had been asking the divine for days to allow me to help. 'Let me be of service' my exact words. 

               Then that quiet morning I'd just asked again, and you came into my head. Well the tarot card that represents you popped into my head.

Then in fast succession images of two others you were working with, and a unique situation between you.   

But back then I didn't even know what you looked like. You were just a twitter avi.  A funny guy with whom I sometimes traded amusing things.  But the cards told me what you looked like, the hair colour, personality of all three concerned. I knew it was you because it FELT of you...  

The way you felt any time we traded funnies. I liked the feel of you then. Wasn't at all sexually motivated. Thought you were a total doll.  

Then I 'hear' tell him!  You said you wanted to help, so tell him!!  But but I said, I've never talked with him about my intuitive side.

He'll think I'm nuts.  Unfollow!  Delete!  Block!

Just do it said the universe as it rolled its eyes at me. So I did.  I DM'd you the info.  

At first I didn't talk about seeing the one fellow in a barge on a canal. One thing at a time, right?   

                Fucking gob-smacked when it turned out to be real. You said he lived on it.

This is how intuition works in me. I see images and they look like dreams or memories.  I'm STILL amazed how this works!  
        
                Long story short my darling... look how far we've come since that day I DM'd you to say, so NOW do you think we're all connected?  ; )

                I have lost count of the times and ways we've loved so far across time and space.   

I don't understand it all.  

I just understand I love to be this kind of close to you, in you, with you.

                And I'm greedy, I will not stop until we shake off even more of this illusion of separation.

Last weekend was the best yet ~ climbing into a place together where the sex is supernal.  In person I've always been able to see & feel the sexual images in my lovers minds as I touch them. Feel it too...

                But to accomplish this at a distance???   Never ever imagined such a mind-blowing adventure.

                You are unique Mr. Nicimos. The darkest occultist I'd known could not do what you are doing.  Using simply desire to effect.  

How could I not be in love with you?  Running my tongue over your body & your mind & your heart. Feeling you do the same. 

                Erotic sorcery!

You have ruined me for any other lover.  What on earth have they to offer me after all the choicest pleasure you drown me in?  

                THIS is why I am 'ever his nicimos_'

I never know where I'll rut you next ~ I just know it’s getting ever better.

        xxx  

        Yours is the cloth, mine is the hand that sews time ...  

After the Loving This Heat Just Repeats

Baby, can you tell I'm thinking of you as this pic was taken?

A Life Drawing's Lesson in Life

You showed me a picture of someone with a huge scar and asked me if I felt any differently about you - knowing that you have such scars.

The short answer is of course, no.

Your question I think, elicited a more in depth response.

I recently wrote about my love of women to you. I love women of all shapes, sizes, colours and races. I love people. I’m as fascinated by them as you are.

And then I was reminded of my old art teacher at college. He was a huge influence on me. I used to socialize with him and he taught me an awful lot about the human race. He showed me symbolism in art and how it was a whole language that you had to learn. He loved people. He thought the human form was the most beautiful thing ever created. The female form in particular.

He used to take our life drawing classes. Once a week, we would all huddle into the room with the overhead heater in the middle. In would walk the model, often a different person every week. I distinctly remember him describing a particular girl who was coming in. “She has the most fantastic apple shaped arse…” he enthused, whilst excitedly chewing on gum. “Ah, she’s knockout.”

To many he would appear a bit of a dirty old man. But I genuinely knew that he had studied the human body all his life. He strove to be able to draw or paint it successfully. But he knew it was nigh impossible, because you were trying to replicate perfection.

He practiced and practiced and practiced draughtsmanship. And he was our teacher. In his opinion, very few ever mastered this art.

He was never happy with our results, or his. He would tear up paper in front of you and just say, “Start again”. And you did. And then he’d tear it up again. Gradually you improved, but you improved the hard way.

So there we all were, behind our easels waiting for the model with the ‘appley arse’ to enter and disrobe.

She took our breath away when she entered the room. She was a middle-aged woman with spina bifida.

In that moment, he proved that he was a great teacher. Not just of art, but of life. In not choosing a traditional ‘model of perfection’ he was telling us that it didn’t matter one bit that she was disabled, or disfigured. She was just as beautiful as the next person. We were all equal. It also taught us a valuable lesson about bravery. Her bravery, in doing the job she did – for probably not much money.

I will never forget the strength of that woman, or that moment. Our art teacher sat in the corner, quietly smiling at the silent, but clear reaction he had caused among the class.

He came up behind me and leaned in conspiratorially.

“Fantastic arse, mind.”

I turned and smiled at him.

“Start again, though lad. You’ve made a right fucking mess of it.”

I hope that this rather long-winded story gives you some idea of how I feel about you my darling.

Even though I have never seen your scars, they really don’t matter to me. I love you as you are.

To me you are perfection xxx