The Westbury ~ Room 1974

       I'm going out of my mind, thinking about you.  I'm seeing you, standing before me, from various angles.   

Secreted away in Our Westbury Room~

Sunlight on your skin, in various states of undress.   

And every way, your eyes turned to me ~

Turned only to me.

~ : ~

Waves of want travel from my mouth to my throat to my stomach and up again, undulating now and rolling fast to flush my neck and mouth again. 

Swelling all my soft blossoms to bursting ~ 

Thinking about your want, your strange desires for me ~ that's what fuels these waves.   

I keenly sense the wilfulness of your dirty thoughts.   I feel a momentary fleeting fear.  

Unsure about what you might do to me.   Akin to the sensations a rabbit must feel seconds before the wolf clamps down it's jaws to seal it's fate. 

~ And then comes a wave more fierce than the rest, that flares my innermost thighs and fans sharp lecherous flames where my heart and cunt hide.    

I see your face, swathed in aberrant desire as it traces my own in likeness.  

Like finds like, 

and that's not a little bit terrifying.

 But, my need is full exigency ~ 

... it just grows insane with urgency, 

inside your closed fist, anyway ...

        ... curled up within your balls and I'll sleep there till you release me.   Till you take me the way I'm going to swallow you.  

    Whole.  

           Tail and all ~

LYLTAFAT ~

Xxx

This ...

... is erotic.   So erotic.   Yes.  

But it reminds me of other elements you make me feel ...

     Loved & protected ~ 

Which in my books is a kind of eroticism that is both rare and beautiful.   

  Thank you for this ~

I just want your arms around me like this, and your hands possessively, hungrily gripping me firmly, like this.  

Star Date ~ January 2014 ~

In the shadow of Schiehallion's peak, lips they press and knees go weak.

Huddled under Caledonian Skies, they forge their future and bond their ties.

Missimos et Nicimos bundled up on a country lane, a La Belle Ecosse (making out at lay-by #1009)   

     They marked their territory everywhere along the way ~  GOL!

Stars Collide:  January 2014 ~

Hands ~

We walked back to iDEATH, holding hands. Hands are very nice things, especially after they have travelled back from making love.

        ~ Richard Brautigan

Coney Island - A Sunday Song for my Beau

I am captured by many types of music. But then sometimes a piece comes along which talks directly to your soul. A piece so seemingly effortless in its construction; a piece which talks about a small moment in a car where you catch a glimpse of your beau in the Autumn sunshine.

You are this person my darling. This is a Sunday Song. As the wind howls around me today and the rain spatters the windows, I find myself looking westward. This song is so filled with you; it epitomizes where I see the simple things with you. Sunday papers, mussels and good craic. In a car, talking as we do at a hundred to the dozen. The feel of fresh air on our faces, then the warmth of a car as it is buffeted by the Atlantic elements. A real fire with my Love.

Thank you Van Morrison for the Ulster brogue and the music. Thank you missimos for the pictures.  

Coney Island

Coming down from Downpatrick

Stopping off at St. John's Point

Out all day birdwatching

And the craic was good

Stopped off at Strangford Lough

Early in the morning

Drove through Shrigley taking pictures

And on to Killyleagh

Stopped off for Sunday papers at the Lecale District,

Just before Coney Island.

On and on, over the hill to Ardglass

In the jam jar, autumn sunshine, magnificent

And all shining through.

Stop off at Ardglass for a couple of jars of

Mussels and some potted herrings in case

We get famished before dinner.

On and on, over the hill and the craic is good

Heading towards Coney Island.

I look at the side of your face as the sunlight comes

Streaming through the window in the autumn sunshine

And all the time going to Coney Island I'm thinking,

Wouldn't it be great if it was like this all the time.

"Coney Island" as written by Van Morrison

Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

Moon Arch & Bloom

It's strange, Nicimos, but even after you left last night, it felt as though you were here with me.   All night...

Is that because you never left my thoughts?   My reveries were of how you looked and felt in those hours we'd just spent together ~ ~ ~

     The way you feel smell taste hear think shimmer is matchless.  It's intriguing.  Like the movement of moon upon the lake in January.  Rising and falling of air so crisp and tidal you can see it and diffuse it against your burning skin.  The slower I can watch you, the more pleasurable it is to feel you.  I love your sounds and moans.  

Senses, feasts that inhabit our eyes, and make our innermost quick relax and flow upon streams.   I do it with you.  

I only wish there was more time to lay you so far back you can no longer see.  Your eyes open, lungs expand and arms arch backward.  So far your belly gives bloom and your cock makes your hands tingle.  You can't see, but you can paint shapes, any sultry shape the illusory colours of that moon. 

You can, as Yusef Islam would say, "move mountains in the dark." 

Stay ~

        Heard a familiar song today.  It reminded me so  much of you, Mr X.  Mr. Nicimos ~

It couldn't but prod me into review of  just how far I've come since we met just shy of four years ago.  

Life was so very different then.  We were slowly becoming friends.  We'd met on Twitter of all places.   

But those years ago I was just beginning to feel the earthquakes that would rend my domestic life apart.   

You never knew it at that time but the abusive relationship I'd been in for the prior 15 years was about to come crumbling down ~ on top of me.  

Actually, the Years and all those Hard Men who'd confined me and had stood firm on my fire were to come hurtling down on me.   With such a weight it nearly cost me everything.   

At the time, You never knew that.  Still, you chatted most amiably with me whenever the abrupt long silences between us might end, as if we'd never dropped our fun and often meaningful conversations.   Bless you for that.  

For accepting my will 'o the wisp ways then.  

After a bit of an avalanche and after a deep ice age set in I came to roused by the cold one feels to wake up outside with nothing on but the clothes on one's back.  (Just that in fact, other than some paperwork was all I did take in my flight from Egypt).  

But you know, I don't regret any of it ~ every man brought something to me that only they could have,

as every one of them took away something from me that was never theirs to take.    

I never regret experience as long as sooner or later it bears fruit in my spirit and in my life.  

That's what we're here for anyway - experience.   

It just happens that I was meant to have a Circus of Life that spelled out various levels of hell in large glowing letters!

It's STILL valuable LIFE!

It just means that I know what heaven is, more than some perhaps - because it sure ain't hell!  

Anyway, 

how you and I got from a slow-burning, growing friendship into the WE that exists now

 is a book filled with the many volumes we know by heart, and so many that some we've even forgotten!

They are not the point right now ~ You are the point right now.   You and all the tenderness that you've brought to me recently.  Yes I cried the last time we spoke.  They were tears that no one has ever seen before.   But you let me cry them.  

I cried because I was scared.  I cried because I didn't want to hide it anymore.  

I cried because loving you has brought me to a place I must dig in deep with all I have, or continue to walk the halls of the familiar hells I know.

Wouldn't that seem like an easy choice to most?   But it's true - sometimes the devil you know is better than the one you don't!    You're the most trustworthy person, but as I'd said to you recently, it'd matter not one whit if you were the male version of Mother Theresa - the fact is that I have no empirical reason to assume that you could be truly 'different' than the earliest men or the latest men in my life ~ Scientifically speaking, my experiences make me lean towards utter disbelief of even the most astounding supernatural things that have passed between us.

How ungracious is that?  Considering the ways our knowing have smashed all anyone knows of physics, time and space!

Well - you wanted tears of joy from me, but they could not come until the sorrows had passed.   Getting so deeply into a person takes time and delicacy.   All of which you have liberally given to me.   You've shown this skittish Horse nothing but scented apples and soft grasses.   A dry place to lay my head.

Right now ....

Of all the things in the world I could think of wanting at this stage in my life, right now, it's that you STAY, to carry on what you've begun.   

Please ~

STAY, and the Night would give me up.

STAY, and the Day would keep its trust.

STAY, and the Night would be enough.  

      If I know the dark of hurts, I now begin to really know the light of day.  

Now here, the song  ~ I cannot hear it and not find You all over it:

Green light, 7-Eleven

You stop in for a pack of cigarettes

You don't smoke, don't even want to

Hey now, check your change

Dressed up like a car crash

Your wheels are turning but you're upside down

You say when he hits you, you don't mind

Because when he hurts you, you feel alive

Oh no, is that what it is?

Red lights, gray morning

You stumble out of a hole in the ground

A vampire or a victim

It depends on who's around

You used to stay in to watch the adverts

You could lip sync to the talk shows

And if you look, you look through me

And when you talk, you talk at me

And when I touch you, you don't feel a thing

If I could stay then the night would give you up

Stay, and the day would keep its trust

Stay, and the night would be enough

Faraway, so close

Up with the static and the radio

With satellite television

You can go anywhere

Miami, New Orleans, London, Belfast, and Berlin

And if you listen I can't call

And if you jump, you just might fall

And if you shout I'll only hear you

If I could stay then the night would give you up

Stay, then the day would keep its trust

Stay, with the demons you drowned

Stay, with the spirit I found

Stay, and the night would be enough

Three o'clock in the morning

It's quiet and there's no one around

Just the bang and the clatter

As an angel runs to ground

Just the bang and the clatter

As an angel hits the ground

Stay (far Away, So Close!) ~ U2

William Carlos Williams ~

We sit and talk quietly,

with long lapses of silence,

and I am aware of the stream that has no language,

coursing beneath the quiet heaven of your eyes, which has no speech.

          ~ William Carlos Williams

   For X and his Silent Speaking ~

Admiring The Admiral ~

Oh and I DO admire my Admiral ~ he's SUCH a commanding fellow!  ; )

Hoping you liked The Admiral's Log.   It's what everyone else will see on insta.   But you'll see this and so much more as you're the fellow who took the original snap ~

Hold it the right way and you'll see a man in full uniform ~ all brocade and shiny buttons.  Long white Inspection gloves and he's jotting something important in his ship's log.   

I do think it's brilliant and it marks the first time YOU appear on our insta.   But I won't let on it's you as long as you haven't already!

~ much love and admiration

    Your Missimos xxx

Now - time for other delighting takes on your subject ~

Turning on The Fahrenheit Switch ~

The Venusian Troposphere ~

The Vertigo ~

 

The Heinlein ~

The Swiss Alps ~

See how you stir my imagination, Sir??

Xxx

Every Hue & Cry

Sent from my iPhone

Begin forwarded message:

From: Missimos
Date: September 30, 2013 at 2:27:38 PM MDT
To: Nicimos
Subject: Re : Every Hue & Cry & Play

Yes!  How could I forget your double explosion?    You're absolutely beatific when you're writhing : )

I want more of that.   Why do I know I'm going to so deeply enjoy being able to witness your sexual ecstasies in our private moments together, to come?   I there anything more radiant than you when you fly?   

Doubtful.    

It is with great privilege I look forward to all your golden moments of skin and sea-blue motions of you undulating just for me ~ revelling too in the waves your body will make even when I just clandestine-observe your pleasures private beneath your own hands ~

Yes Nicimos, I count it a privilege of great standing just to be near your fast-beating heart melding with your swelling skin.   

I can't wait!

You grow more entrancing and lovely to me every day ~ whether hard and bright in effusion, or soft and red in slow breath.   I love the diversity of your expression.   

I can think of nothing better than to play with you, in the coffee shop, in the theatre, by the river or in a bundle at the bottom of your darkened cloak closet.  

For you see, this is something I have always had missing from my world too ~ one who loves to play.  I've lacked a friend with stirring imagination and a taste for the forbidden.    

I have found that friend in you ~

I'm ready to play the games that come to mind for you, ready to share the deft laughter behind our smutty hands.   

I'm ready to pull out the Hare's ears and my highwayman's guns to point in play as your britches are wrested to your ankles behind the carriage.  

Yeah.  I think we were made to be playmates this time round ~ I'll look to see the twinkle in your eyes signalling time to play.   And believe me, you'll know it when a staid Monday morning takes a sudden turn into a May Day romp ~

Where the hell have you been all my life?

Nevermind ~ you're here now and I'm going to take up the rest of your life to play with you, the games we want and wanted to play ~

Xx

Sent from my iPhone

Begin forwarded message:

From: Nicimos
Date: September 30, 2013 at 1:43:37 AM MDT
To: Missimos
Subject: Re: Every Hue & Cry

Yes my sweet. Saturday night is still with me. Fuck yes, you did have me writhing, that was exactly it. Even now on a Monday morning I am still beaming at you and all you do. I think I said to you what happened when I came? I came twice within one cum. Doesn't always happen but it's like a double flow. There's just something in me that when I know we're touching ourselves together and you're watching me intently, the orgasm is so intense!

It really did feel new with you. Yes. There's an absolute beating of my heart in my throat when I know I'm gonna pull out my warbler for you and reveal its rosy bell top. To feel your hot mouth close in on me. 

Yes I will be the one that will meet you behind the heavy drapes of the dressing up booth. I'll be the one rummaging around and pulling out a hare's ears. Masked fucking? Oh take me there my darling. 

And coffee shop strangers meeting play.... That is so erotic for me. When you said you just brushed my arm that time and asked for a section of my paper? That for me is the play that I've been missing. It's the play I want to see! It's such a big part of a relationship for me. Because it's all about FUN. Yes, fun with my bald beauty. 

This is beauty too: 

'Respectfully yours, erotically ours, we, the meat of all matter and as such, the substance of all matter unseen except by every hue'

You are just GAWJUS to me xxx

On Sunday, September 29, 2013, Missimos wrote:

Dear Nicimos ~
Thank you so much for the peculiar sex last night.  Rather like surf boarding upon your willy, all the way to shore.

Our assignation left me hungry, but with me that's not always such a bad thing.  Hunger makes the libido grow sharper.  Well.  It does me.   Makes me linger harder over every morsel of sex you gave me last night, and every one you didn't.

Watching you writhe under me was a thrill.  Not unlike riding a horse bareback I'd imagine!   Naked.  Obvs.

Said to you last night and with not a little wonder that you - don't - bore - me.    Yes.   Significant.    You are the first man that didn't bore me rigid.   On ALL LEVELS!

       It's why I adored fucking, with you.   I had no idea what to expect from you.

At some point I could only hear your breath.  You were at times talking to me but I was only really aware of stoking your engines hard.   Chasing you up a hill.  Breathing and leaning into your sex.  Stroking your energies.

Sometimes, I will only want that ~ to climb into your drivers seat and, um, 'take you to town' if you know what I mean!   I don't always want to cum right away.  Sometimes it is in fact a good thing to ride me hard, but me, not cum.    Just makes my edge for you that much sharper.

Do that with me a few times and all heck will break loose and l'll be forced to fix your wagon, but good!    And when I do finally culminate with you in your arms and beneath your hips, you'll benefit the ride of a hundred good horses.

You'll see.     And one must remember that when you came, I involuntarily came, sat straddled upon your pulsating member.  But it was your rush clipping through my cunt that burst like aftershock as sudden claps of cloudburst from within my pussy.     I just didn't have the sensation of being in Canada at that moment.   No.  I could feel your flesh between my thighs as you were catching your breath.   I could feel your body ride and fall between my legs when I stood.   Oh my god.  Fascinating.   Never experienced ANYTHING like that before.

I was shocked.

There's so much to see, really, for you and for me ~ because we are any combination of person we so choose when we pool our sexual expressions.   Let fly your imagination, and you have more heights and depths and distance to go within and without of you than any man has time to fuck.

Sounds rather grand to me ~ you shall ride with me in my carriage under cover of nights without end and mornings quiet with the sudden sparkle of few between my legs.

You are welcome to come play with me and my dress up trunk.  Don't fail to bring your own velvet cloaks and riding crops.  I want to play games of imagination with every You, that you will let me play with.     I most certainly intend to share the spur of these moments with you.

Last night felt new again with you.  But it often does.  It always does.   The only thing that tends to be familiar is the seance of you.   Calling forth new faces and mien of hard brittle lust ~ the kind that dissolves in the cheek.

Calming forth the slow steady rocking of your body between my thighs.    This is where I want you.

Between my legs and in between yourn.  Swimming and breathing and coming up for air with you, long enough for a picnic basket and your head beside mine, looking up at the clouds on our backs, talking about which archetypal fairy tale we'll devour and turn inside out with our longing in these deep forests and glades.

      I don't know why but although I sometimes see the teeth of the wolf about you, you still feel to be more companion for this Little Red Rider Hood, than do you glint of predator tooth.    You walk beside, not in front, not backwards in unholy fashion (unless I asked you to, I'll bet!)   : )

I want you.  Again.  And here I came and somehow ignited a body already engulfed in flame ~ your blue fuel making strange unidentified colours play up against the cave walls.   You are my furtive secret.   You will be the places I go where you go, wherever I go, wherever our feet find us.            I am beyond thrilled with the iceberg of your carnality.    Why do I know that I will climb your half eye open dragon even in your sleep.   I will ride you softly enough to take you without waking you.   But don't worry.  I won't put you away ridden and wet.    I shall warm you with warm, wet towels after my warm wet body has tasted yours from every angle that I want you ~

Today, understand, that I love you to that "breadth and depth and height" and beyond (I don't believe in limits of the body soul or mind ~ imagination, heart and a stiff little Prick will take you wherever we want to be).

Respectfully yours, erotically ours, we, the meat of all matter and as such, the substance of all matter unseen except by every hue

  ~ Missimos Xxx