deeper level

i'm taking you to a level so much deeper
i'm making love to your mind
i'm reaching the innermost spaces
that even for you are hard to find

the deepest depths of your cerebrum
where all your hidden thoughts are kept
i make you go there and retrieve them for me
because no one else can get you this wet

no one else has ever drained your passion
to the point that you've lost all control
no one else has ever had you so naked
i've gotten in your skin and i've exposed your soul

no one else has mastered your defenses
to the point where you just can't resist
i know just what to say and how to say it
i know just how to touch and where to kiss

no one else has been so consistent
on my body you can rely
don't need chemicals or drugs
i provide an orgasmic high

-- romey.in.va

kevin d.

dear ej,

Call me crazy, but I love my wife. So much that I'm willing to do what most men would deem unthinkable. I'm going to allow her to sleep with other men.

The thing is, I know that I'm a good husband. Better yet, I'm a great husband. I'm a wonderful father and a fine provider. The relationship I have with my wife is fantastic. Our bond is emotionally, mentally and spiritually sound. But there is one facet of that equation that is missing. The physical one.

I think that every man knows whether or not he has satified a woman. I think every man knows whether or not he's good in bed in general. Therefore, being totally honest, I know that I am not.

Angel and I are best friends who can talk about anything. So we were able to communicate about the fact that I was not getting the job done, so to speak. She tried to teach me how to please her. We tried sex toys. We tried romance videos. We tried porn. We tried an intimacy coach. We tried a sex camp/retreat we saw on real sex. We tried viagra. (That helped some.) But the biggest problems are that I just don't have the stroke and rhythm...or the size.

The thing that, sort of, works against me, is that Angel is quite experienced... sexually. And she has had some pretty good lovers in her past. She's had guys who were quite sizeable. A couple were even too big for her to handle. She's had guys who "banged her back out," as they say. She had one guy who would make her have so many orgasms that she would lose count. So as you can see I have numerous tough acts to follow. Acts that I have no shot in hell to even come close to.

I think the biggest reason why a guy might be afraid to do this, is the risk of losing his wife to some guy who "knows how to work it." But I don't think that would happen. You see, even though a lot of the guys she's been with have been great in bed, they turned out to be horrible in relationships. They treated her badly. They were terrible communicators. Most of them couldn't even hold a steady job. I, on the other hand, am everything angel wants in a man except great sex. The way I see it, if I can arrange the great sex for her, while providing all of her other needs, there will be nothing for me to worry about. It will simply be another way that I make sure my wife is taken care of.

Call me crazy, but I love her that much.

-- kevin d.

sometimes

sometimes you sound so damn cute
like the way you say my name
sometimes when you wear that gray sweatsuit
you set my loins aflame
sometimes you make me hard
just from the way you're laying
sometimes i wanna fukk you
just because of how your hips are swaying

sometimes just seeing you when i get home
makes my day ok
sometimes i'm so hot for you
i wanna get in it with no foreplay
sometimes you can make me horny
just by walking across the room
sometimes your sex is so damn good
it makes me cum too soon

sometimes i get erect at work
just from thinking of you
sometimes when you're on top you get in a zone
and i don't know what to do
sometimes i just have to thug you out
smacking your ass and pulling your hair
sometimes i sleep fine with no sex at all
just knowing that you are there


-- romey.in.va

body interview

when i get into you
it'll be in depth just like an interview
i'll ask your body questions
feel my way around to keep going in the right direction
to avoid any ho-hums and yawns
i pay close attention when your body rezponds
i'm anticipating your reaction
i'm keeping things moving, no lullz in the action
interesting and thought provoking
you've got your eyes closed but your mind is wide open
when we started you were in your clothes
then i got below the surface and your soul was exposed
your innermost desires were revealed
now inquiring minds want to know, love, how does it feel?
your body answers with a shiver to my touch
a twitch when i kiss, and many shakes when i thrust
your body tells me how to make you cum
and i'll be sure to file this information when this interview's done
g-14 classified, padlock and key
i never reveal my sources this is privy only to me
i ask your body questions
never with words, but well-timed injected erections
girl, when i get into you
i go to great "length" to get in depth just like an interview

-- romey.in.va

stacy j.

dear ej,

I went over there because i had to know if I was over him. I had to know if I had him out of my system. Of course I had to make it look innocent, as if I had a legitimate agenda. So I told him about a new web-based business that I'm starting and that I wanted to present him an offer to invest. I knew he would try something. The question would be could I resist him when he did.

I was doing very well at first. I shrugged off his extremely long and deep opening hug. I ignored the very clever ways he found to touch me. First on my hand, then my wrist, then my shoulders; even around my waist. He was always slick as hell and he knew just how to push my buttons.

Then something happened. After I switched the subject back to my presentation for the tenth time, his cell phone rang. He excused himself over to the other side of the room so that I could only hear his conversation if I realy wanted to. Which I didn't, at first. Not until I noticed that he had lowered his voice into that trademark sexy baritone, and started showing his devlish grin. Admittedly, I started to get a little jealous, now that it seemed his seduction efforts were being applied to someone else.

I cleared my throat and waved his attention back over to me and he finally ended his phone call. when he came back over and sat on the sofa next to me, he was strangely on his best behavior. He left almost a full seat cushion between us. No more touching, no innuendo, no funny business. I was blown.

I could hardly consentrate from that point on. Curiosity got the best of me. Who the hell was that on the phone? Was she so hot that a call from her could take his mind off of me and I'm right here in his face? My mission went from playin hard to get, to seek and destroy. We had history. He knew what spots to hit when it came to me, but I knew how to turn him on just as well.

I started slowly at first, sliding over closer to him as I spoke, holding documents over to him so that I could bring my face over to his as we read. You could feel the heat rise between us. But he was still holding out. Then I would turn my back to him and bend over to get papers out of my briefcase. He was a sucker for my juicy ass. Then I pulled out the final carrot. I bent over toward him so that he could see straight down into the cleavage of my low-cut blouse as I read some points of my business plan. He is a breast man most of all, and my 'd' cups were the first thing he noticed on me when we met.

Next thing I know I felt his wet tounge slowly trace my ear. It sent a shockwave down my spine and I froze. He did it again and I lost control. Everything after that is a blur.

I remember just bits and pieces. I remember jamming my tounge down his throat, then jamming his dick down mine. I remember my skirt falling off somehow and me climbin up onto the sofa and sitting my crotch onto his face. I remember cumming after a few minutes of the best "head" I've had in 6 months. I remember dropping it down and riding him like a fugitiv e cowgirl trying to escape from the sherriff. I remember cumming again. I remember him liftin g me up and reversing the cowgirl and me cumming again. I remember bending over holding onto the coffee table and him "styling" me from behind. I remember cumming... again. I remember wondering if his cum still tasted sweet. I remember confirming that it still does.

I went over there because I wanted to know if I had him out of my system. I left there glad that I don't.

-- stacy j.