Fingerprints

A kiss is one of a kind, no matter who you are kissing. It's unique as your lips are to your face. Very much like fingers no one has the same lips. Here's a new 300 from that wet series I've yet to rename that will be out next month.

When was your last first kiss? 

Enjoy!

Kisses, m.

Fingerprints 

Fingerprints.

The touch of his fingers on my lips leaves them behind only to be wiped away with his mouth kissing mine. The warm caress ofhis hand on the back of my neck sends shivers down my spine. The cool summer rain splashes all around us leaving our bodies wet and ripe with electricity. The water hangs on my mouth between the touch of his fingers and his kisses. 

Curiously I let my fingers trace patterns up his torso and across his water soaked chest. The trail of hair on his body welcomes my hands and imprints of love. With each kiss there’s a swallow of water between us. The taste of our love lingers for only a moment with each passionate release. Eagerly as he pulls me closer, he gently moves his hands around my body, leaving his fingerprints of love along my frame. 

The splashing rain all around us reminds me of the shower as it bombards our intertwined bodies. The wet sand cools our skin that is very much alive with heat. As he moves his kisses are more tenderly placed; moving down my neck and breasts before returning to my mouth. I can taste his desire as much as I can feel it in his kiss. Moving my hands up his chest, I hold his face to pull him back. Letting the water spill over his face I touch his mouth. My fingerprints linger before I kiss them away. His hands continue tracing the skin around my back as I move my hands back along his chest. The rain slows as do our kisses until they cease. Looking into my eyes, he lets go slowly letting his hands make their way along my torso tracing my breasts before caressing my lips and leaving his fingerprints.

Week

 

The week comes and goes but strength is found within us everyday. There's nothing like enjoying the week with new experiences while appreciating things you have in your life. Here's an old one... 

Do you jump into new things or dwell on the past? 

Enjoy!

Kisses, m.

Test the Water

(5-6-2010)

Honey. Go on now. It’s your turn. Well, what are you going to do? You can’t stand on the edge of the pool all day. There you go… a little closer. Test the water. A toe? Come on. The whole foot. Silly Girl. Of course it’s cold. You will adjust to the water once you’re swimming. Yes. I do know what I’m talking about. Stop shaking your head. It’s ok to be afraid. Just don’t let it stop you. When I was a little girl I didn’t know how to swim either. Your grandpa had to show me out at the McGovern’s lake. And we certainly didn’t have these little floaters you have. Keep going. The sooner you get in, it will feel better. That’s a girl! Like that. Both feet in. So brave. I was actually a bit older than you when I started to swim. Much more afraid than you too. Grandpa had to drag me out to the water and drop me in. It was far worse than being dragged to the bath tub. What a commotion it caused. Goodness gracious! I thought I was drowning in shallow water. A-a-ah. Leave those feet in there. Or I’ll put them back for you. See, there I was, putting up a fight. Just like you right now. Of course, nothing like your pouty little lip trying to be angry with me. Soon enough, I found out my kicking and screaming was about nothing. Took to it like a fish in water. Almost so much that I wouldn’t get out. Not even for dusk. Nearly took your two uncles and grandpa to wrestle me out of the lake that evening. I spent most of that summer swimming in the lake. Go on now, get it over with. Just dive in.

Steamy

 

Hot outside? How about hot inside your AC temperature controlled hideouts? There's nothing wrong with romance or how it finds its way into your life. Not all people are meant to find it the same way. While it's steamy outside there's nothing wrong with it being steamy inside. Love yourselves Dolls and Ken's. 

And make no mistake, my favorite Dolls and Kens still know better than to mistake what I write here about them. Sorry to disappoint you gossiping ladies. 

Here's an old one...

Do you let others tell you how to live and love? This doll definitely doesn't recommend it. 

 

Skin

(4-9-2011)

The darkness of night comes and wakes my body to find me still around him inside wanting more. In the cool chill air of the dark room lives the creature of silence that waits for our sounds. In this moment we’re still continuing in, there’s the absence of depth and boundaries to the world.

The folds of the blankets can not separate our interlocking forms. Both of his arms are wrapped securely around my reclining waist as he lifts my left leg back to meet him for another dance. Buried deep between our legs a slow fire rises from the ash once again. We are the very pieces of a human puzzle connecting in a perfect moving union. There’s no end or beginning with our gradual movements that escalate from slumber to full awakening.

Waking fingers begin their tingling dance across our bareness. The weight of his fingers lessens as they dance on the bare flesh of my left hip bone. Beneath their touch my skin responds with tiny shocks of electrical current shooting to the tips of both of my feet.

The gooseflesh climbs from the top of my arms down to the base of my calves when he gently exhales a breath of air against the back of my neck. The warmth of my open palm caresses the small of his back and the base of spine shocks with reaction to my touch. My warm lips find a home upon his wandering lips that seek solace in their momentary embrace.

With every kiss we’re climbing toward the release of our flesh. Touches send shockwaves of electrical currents within our union, until the moment arrives and subsides to leave us locked into placed once more in the darkness of night masked in the fur blankets surrounded by the sounds of silence.

Fur

 

When youre completely vulnerable and authentic things can be very warm with others... sometimes it's so cold you need a fur coat. Here's an old one from Smoke about the pleasurable perfection of being completely open and honest with your intentions.

Do you stay open or need to close yourself off?  Why? 

Enjoy! 

Kisses, m.

Perfection

(9-9-2014)

Perfection.

A single cigarette.

Waiting. 

Wondering.

Watching.

It's my idea of perfect. 

Waiting to give him pleasure.

After a long day he's wasted more time.

Time & minutes I can count as the cigarette ashes fall to the ground.

Silently I listen to the sound of smoke.

Filling the air.

Touching my bare skin.

Goose flesh.

Hard nipples. 

Nothing like being bare waiting for his touch.

Fur coat.

No need.

I'm taking it off. 

Taking it all off for his pleasure. 

The cool air dances across my skin.

I watch the infrared glow of the lights in the darkroom.

I've left the door ajar.

Carried away thinking of him.

Film can wait for developing.

The flavor in my mouth can't wait.

Tasting him with his favorite smoke in my mouth.

Thinking of his hands running across my ass makes me wonder how long I've been waiting.

When I think I've been waiting far too long. 

I know it's not long enough. 

The clock is still ticking up to six.

Tick. Tock.

Hips rock.

Legs shake.

Can't wait.

So I sit.

The seat of his chair is cool.

Soft to the touch of my legs.

Anticipation.

Take a drag.

And rest.

Just my smoke.

Circling.

Leaning back I think of his smile.

That dirty grin that lets me know he's in.

He's in. 

Deep in my mind.

Just watching for me to react.

I can't help but react.

Wanting the one thing that makes my heart jump. 

Him.

His fingers touching my bare skin. 

Sliding them gently up my legs until they reach my ass and spine. 

Once he circles my breasts I remind him with my mouth that the pleasure is all mine. 

All mine to please him. 

Pleasing him with my hands across his waist. 

My lips trailing across his neckline. 

Removing his clothes to nurture his tired body

Letting my hands wander downward along his chest until they find home.

My free hand is already occupied thinking and wanting his body.

Outside movements stir and shake my mind back to now.

My body knows. 

The sound of the key in the door

Sends shivers up my spine.

A quiver in my lip.

I hold back from running over to greet him.

Wait for that grin.

The sheer pleasure of watching him walk into the room and look at me with his hair slightly covering his face...

Perfection.

Photo Credit: Ben Hassett

Flip

 

Waiting is an interesting thing. To most people we expect things on command because automation has limited our patience. Sometimes waiting is quite difficult but pleasurable because knowing the gratifying outcome is delayed and completely out of our control. Patience is a virtue, dolls and kens. Here's a new older 300 from Hair.

Do you enjoy making people wait? Or do you enjoy waiting? 

Enjoy! 

Kisses, m.

Flip

 

“Flip your hair back,” he says with a smirk and a few winks of his right eye, “it’ll be our little secret.”

 

“Will it now?” I give him the slightest hint of resistance before tilting my head forward and flipping back my long dark brown locks. There’s nothing quite as pleasurable as seeing the look of satisfaction on his face when he takes command of things. 

 

“Now what?” I press for further instructions. 

 

“Don’t speak unless I tell you to or I’ll make sure you can’t.” he waves the silk scarf to remind me what happens when I misbehave. Without a further word he sits there and thinks. Looking me up and down he pauses then motions me to flip my hair again. Complying with his wishes I flip my hair and follow up with a twirl of my head. It’s enough to get him to respond. “Don’t improvise or you’ll be punished.”

 

Before I can say a thing he quickly races to my side and clamps a hand across my mouth forcing my syllables to sound like a moan. “hmmmphmmm.”

 

“Shhh. That smart mouth will get you a longer wait. Honestly, love do you want to wait any longer?” his question is hurtful because he knows I hate waiting but I will. 

 

Shaking my head to indicate a “no” within the firm grip of his hands, I submit. His hands loosen their hold on my mouth and run across my jaw to lift my mouth to his for a kiss. Tasting his kiss, I kiss him back instinctively. He stops and pulls back to look me in the eyes. The scolding is silent but speaks volumes as he leans in kissing me more forcefully and smearing my lipstick before stopping. Walking away and turning, he commands…

 

“Flip your hair!”

 

Photo Credit: Richard Avedon

Film

 

Film is fun to photograph on and fun to watch movies on. Immortalizing moments can happen any way you want. There's is no right way to live. Some people never get around to having a drop of alcohol in their life and they don't feel like it's a loss. So... If you never try something maybe you aren't missing out? Don't let someone make you feel like you are missing out in life. Here's a 300 from Aigua.

Do you love film? 

Enjoy

Kisses, m.

Film

 

“James Dean,” he says as I pull my headphones out of my ears.

 

“What?” 

“Rebel without a Cause. Playing later. Wanna go?

“Huh?” I shrug and take a sip of chilled water that’s been perspiring in the glass on the formica table.

Showing me a photo in a magazine, he laughs and says, “You know, it’s a film with James Dean.”

Smiling I think about the last time we talked about films. I asked him to join me on a rainy afternoon and he said he had something else to do but that was only an excuse because he simply didn’t want to go with me. Laughing to myself I recalled how he took Janice Ottomeyer the next day and casually slipped it into conversation a few days later to see if I’d care. I could’ve cared less who he’d taken if it wasn’t me. 

“What are you laughing at?” he rubs my shoulder. 

“Nothing.” I smile and try to avoid his gaze by picking up the magazine to lock eyes with the iconic screen god. 

“You’re not looking at me, it must be something.” He whispers into my ear before poking his head around my shoulder and trying to feign jealously over James Dean. “What’s James telling you about me? Telling you the truth, that I’m making excuses about his lousy film to get you alone?” 

Giggling, I put down the magazine and push his hands away, “Don’t be silly… It’s hardly a lousy film.”

“Well then what is it? Why don’t you tell me then?”

“It’s nothing.” I repeat myself and knock the glass of water that spills across the screen legends perfectly chiseled silhouetted face. 

“Well, if you don’t want to go see the film with me… I could always take Janice again.”

“Alright, let’s go.”

 

Polaroid

 

Sometimes we share moments because we want to tell our story. Sometimes people want validation. Not everyone is the same. Here's a 300.

Do you share your moments? Why?

Polaroid

 

A kiss.

 

A moment to stop time.

 

Looking back at the past I pull the Polaroid from the box that has rested up in the closet longer than it should’ve. I can recall the memory like it was yesterday. The way the wind danced through his hair as he looked into my eyes on the early Summer afternoon. Colors of sunset started to creep into late afternoon; he couldn’t stop touching my face or hair. Wordless we cooed like a pair of doves on the porch of the small cottage we’d been sharing that weekend.  

 

Teasing me he would lean in too close and lean back just when his lips were about to meet mine. Watching his mouth I couldn’t help but anticipate the moment we’d and licked my lips. The cool breeze was whipping my hair in and out of our small union. Whenever he’d caress my cheek with a finger his lips would dance along the same path he traced. Every touch of his hand sent a rush of butterflies through my system. 

 

Leaning forward I decided to give him a taste of his own medicine. As I slid my hand along his leg, until I reachedhis waist then pausing before pulling his body closer to mine. After I stopped he reached his hands around me to pull me the rest of the way. The wind whipped my hair into his face and against his skin as he reached back to set the timer on the camera. Laughing at his lack of subtlety, we tried to regain our composure knowing what’s to come. With a lift of his hand he pushed my hair aside as the shutter sounded. Hardly distracted by the sound of the click he looked into my eyes and gently smiled before kissing me.

Bubbles

 

Sometimes it's doing & enjoying the fun little things in life that makes it worth living... here's another one from that acqua series. 

Enjoy!

Kisses, m.

Bubbles

The bubbles fill the air and cover nothing and everything of my skin as he steps in the tub. I let my hands show him my intention as I push the bubbles aside to reveal more of my body. This brings a smile to his eyes and a flick of his tongue as he stands over me.

Pulling at his hand I beg for him to sit but he teases me by caressing my hair and leaning to kiss my head. Pouting I lean back to reveal myself more until he gives in  to my demand.

Slowly he sits down across from me and watches me and imitates my pout. Once again I'm pulling his hands to join me but he says & does nothing. Completely smitten with his game, I let go of his hands and lean back before touching his face with my foot. Instantly he presses it away and blows a mouth full of bubbles in my direction.

Matching his playfulness I splash him and watch him trying not to giggle at my silliness. Quickly I drop myself into the water. Carefully I scoot towards him letting my hands find their way up his body before letting my lips kiss his chest, neck and finally his face. Turning his head coyly he invites me the try harder. Biting his ear after I whisper, "Kiss me" sends him in a rush of pleasure. 

Taking over control he spins my body and kisses my neck, my chin and chest. Letting me know he's in charge he's stops for a moment to look in my eyes. Again I beg him, "kiss me" and he smiles. Without further hesitation he wraps his arms around me and kisses me deeply amid the bubbles.

Cabana

 

A little rain never hurts anyone but disrespect does. A woman should always be respected with or without her clothing on. Especially when other women ought to know better and of course it sets the tone to men. You know... There's everything right about a man that celebrates a woman's right to be an intelligent sexual being & also an unstoppable force filled with inner and outer beauty. Here's a new one from that Aquatic series of mine.

Do you celebrate & respect women?

Enjoy 

Kisses, m.  

Cabana 

 

An early summer rain gently caresses my clothes until the thin shirt and shorts I’m wearing are sheer and hugging my skin like a glove. The waves along the coast rise and fall much quicker as the clouds grow heavy with intention. Making my way back to our small cabana on the beach, I can see him riding the waves and loving every minute of the spontaneous downpour. 

 

Upon entering the hut I’m stripping off my clothing and letting the warm air dry my skin. Taking a closer look I can make out his muscular body and surfboard catching a wave and falling. As he begins swimming back out toward the next set of waves my curiosity gets the better of my mind and I imagine the look on his face when I greet him wearing absolutely nothing on but a smile. Pleased with the thought I watch him from the window letting the bamboo shade mask my presence. 

 

The breeze soothes my skin as the thin light of day mixed with rain drops kisses my skin. My heart is racing with anticipation as he easily glides through the surf. His command of the board and the water whipping through his hair sends shivers up my spine. Staying my ground, I watch him making his way toward the shore. The empty coastline welcomes him home as he stows his board.Stripping bare his suit down to the flesh, he lets the rain wash the saltwater from his skin. Pushing his head up to the heavens he takes a drink of the warm rain and lowers his eyes to match mine. With a flick of my wrist I pull the front shades and give him a tease. With a smirk and a wink, he makes his way up to the Cabana. 

 

 

The 13th

 

There's something incredibly arousing about someone you like or love watching you. Maybe just their stare as you cross a room or watching each other can be so innocent yet intimate. There's nothing wrong about love or sex. And no need to judge others. How you love and live may be different from another and there's nothing wrong with it.  Here's a 300 from Agua for those who like to watch. 

Do you like to watch or be watched? Have you watched someone or had someone watch you? 

Enjoy!

Kisses, m. 

The 13th

 

Anticipation sends goose bumps up and down my skin. I know what day it is and he knows what day it is yet I’m always nervous he won’t show. He’s never missed a date in over four years although there have been reschedules and repeat shows on both our parts. Slowly I sit down on the edge of the tub and wait for the clock to change hands. At the stroke 1 pm, I start the water in the tub. 

 

We started this ritual on the 13th of every month by accident. My lover walked in on my bathing ritual one lazy summer afternoon and stopped to watch instead of interrupting me. I’d been whistling in the tub when I heard his breathing and saw his eye in the keyhole. Out of fright I screamed and he bumped his head on the old metal knob. Before he could finish yelling out his “Sorry Babe” I was up and out of the tub ready to smack him again. After nursing his bruised ego, he confessed how much he enjoyed the show. So I welcomed him back for a repeat performance and we haven’t had a cancellation yet. 

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The ticking of the clock and the light in the window reminds me to move ahead slow. I look over my shoulder as I shift the towel down my back, as I turn to face the door, I’m certain he’s ready. The brilliant sunlight glints on the gold of the door and creates flecks of green in his eye that seems to smile as the towel falls past my waist. Slipping into the tub, I make sure to face him and match his gaze. I love watching him watch me. As I play with the bubbles I motion him to join me at last.

 

 

Realize

Do you realize that not everyone loves the hot weather? Some love the cold weather. Others want it somewhere in between. Imagine if everyone liked it one way or the other. It would get crowded. It's a good thing some people have a preference for one or the other. So what's it mean? Whatever you're going through at the moment it isn't permanent. Hot gets cold and cold gets hot. Sometimes you have to realize that everything changes including people. 

For right now... Ms. M is enjoying all the warm weather, minimal sun bathing and has been happily returning to herself. You see I took a break from a lot of things because sometimes life losses & love affairs drain our essence and we lose ourselves...  I stepped back from my buddhist steps because my heart & body had been hurt externally so badly that I closed off and it took a great deal of practice and meditation to open up and clear my energy again. But once I opened my heart & chakras to receive compassion my life was once again transformed. In the last few months I can not even begin to express the things the universe has revealed because I am open to receive them. As I have stressed I am not fully enlightened, and may never be, so I have moments of sitting with my feelings until they pass. However, I persevere because I find that I am full within more and more everyday. I find myself giving more selflessly without expectations knowing that I have plenty of love & compassion within myself and no longer seek it externally. I have enough love and do not make demands of others for it. My favorite part is that now I am able to give my compassion to all I choose to without hesitation again. For all of you, I wish for you happiness, peace of mind, the ability to see beauty in life, reach enlightenment... and most of all I hope you're ready for Summertime because this doll is! 

Here's one from the original 300 series, if you've never read it before... do enjoy! 

Do you like the heat? 

PS: There's nothing inappropriate about nudity or that makes a man or woman a tramp for being nude... it's the thoughts  & hangups you're bringing with you that make it dirty. 

Enjoy!

Kisses, m. 

HOT
(6-14-2010)

HOT. Whooo! The temperature is just boiling, isn’t it? The kind of sizzling that leaves your eyes dry, itching and watering until they’re blood shot red. Uh-hmm. Enough to make your skin crawl. How about you? No Air Conditioning. Me either. But you live upstairs don’t you? Oh you poor dear man. This heat is something fierce. Bet you can’t stand it up there. Even living on the ground is unbearable. Most of the time I want to simply strip down to my birthday suit and walk around the apartment sucking on a piece of ice. My goodness, all that sweat is covering your face and dripping down your neck.  Here, take my hanky to wipe off a little. OH! Don’t worry. You can’t help that it’s hotter than an oven out.  Wow. There goes the power. This happens whenever it gets too warm. Guess we ought to stay outdoors talk a little more. Seems very neighborly and it’s too hot to sleep.  Oh no, by all means go ahead and take off your jacket. Shedding layers of clothing never hurts. You don’t mind if I… Do ya? Ahh! That’s better. Can you believe it? The radio says it’s gonna last like this all weekend. Makes me want to head out for a midnight swim.  You know skinny dipping when the lights go out and no one is watching. A girl has to have fun and the water soothes away the heat.  Ever go for a swim? And let the cool water gently caress your warm bare skin beneath the moonlight. I do almost every time the thermostat jumps like this. You should try it sometime. OH! There you go… drenched again.  What we need is some iced tea. How about I get that and a wet towel for you?

Present

 

  

A friend gave me sad news last week and it made me cry for about four days in between living. Yes buddhists cry & get upset. When the moment and feelings arise... a person who is not fully enlightened will cry out of being present to their emotions but most likely recognize where they are suffering and try to release it. For myself, I'm not enlightened and I may never be but there's nothing like the present... Buddhism teaches me to focus on the present moment. As always I can share with you the answers but I can't say it's for everyone until they experience it themselves. That's the journey. Honestly it's not always easy staying in the moment. Sometimes I'm a bit neurotic; thinking of a bunch of things when I meditate. It's very human of me and I love it. 

My practice also teaches to give love & compassion to others. Even those who are not compassionate. You see love in Buddhism is nothing more than wishing for or willing the happiness of others...  and often I'll include people in my Metta to wish them well if I can not show them a kindness. 

Here's something simply short that's from Water. It really needs a new name... hmm?

Do you cry? What do you do to stay in the present? 

Enjoy!

Kisses, m.

4:01 p.m.

 

It’s 4:01 p.m.

 

The ticking of the clock is no match for the pounding sound of my heart as the cool air of the afternoon blows against my hot skin. Less than a minute has passed since the phone ringing pierced the silent house. Black mascara tears stream down my face as he speaks faster than my mind can keep up. I would stop him from telling me but I can not force words from my lips. You can live in the wreckage of the moment, but it’s no longer the dream house you remembered. All you can do is pull yourself out of the rubble and slowly rebuild yourself. The important thing when you get stuck in the collapse of moment is force yourself to move on. 

 

Moving is all I can do as I clutch the telephone tighter. Things can only wear you down and try to break your spirit if you let them. A sobbing breath escapes my lips and it’s all I need to do to make him stop talking. He pauses and calmly starts.

 

“Hey, are you ok? How are you?”

 

“I was going to call you sooner.” My voice shakes.

 

“But you didn’t and…”

 

And I didn’t. Simply hearing his voice say it breaks me into tears again. I can’t control my reaction to anything he’s said about his day, about his work and it doesn’t change that it has nothing to do with the way I’m feeling in this moment. 

 

“I’m sorry.”

 

“Meltdown?”

 

“Sort of.”

 

“Ok. Let’s do that thing? 5 things; GO!”

 

“Clock, phone, oven, skylight, applesauce.”

 

“You bought it!” 

 

“Applesauce! Yes and a handful of peaches for garnish!”

 

Without another word, my tears are dry and I can feel his smile on the other end of the line.

 

It’s 4:15 p.m.

6 x 6

 

Somtimes we are trapped in the little rooms of our minds. Even with the most disciplined spiritual practice of meditation it's easy to feel out of sorts. Some days my life feels like it's... feels like I'm hanging from my ceiling and the universe makes little sense. I could resist the feelings and let it leave me spinning but my Buddhist practice insists to simply go with it. It's ok to recognize the confusion of things but try not to let it keep you from enjoying life.

Here's a new 300 from Water which I'll be releasing soon. I'm considering changing the name. The series was written/inspired three years ago and I'm in a different place. C'est La Vie!

Do you get stuck in your head instead of focusing on the present? 

Enjoy!

Kisses, m.

6x6

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Six feet by six is the size of the room we selected, shared and decorated with our bodies. Afternoon light and sounds cascade across the wood floor as the warm summer air is interrupted by a cool breeze entering the window. Goosebumps run up and down his arms and legs. He’s been awake longer than asleep today so I let him rest. His chest raises and lowers quicker and a slight moan suggests his dream startles his psyche. I place my hand to his head and wipe away sweat before gently placing another pillow under his head. 

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The same memory has woken me a hundred times over. And I can’t fall back to sleep. So I watch him quietly during our midday slumber. Waking to a feeling that seems to never completely pass leaves you haunted. My sleeping hours are filled with thoughts of actions that can’t be taken back and musings questioning if they ever existed. You can’t know what someone’s thinking or feeling but there’s so many things you see when you look closer. 

 

Watching his chest expand and retract reminds me how precious life is. As the lazy sun climbs the walls and blankets the floor, I see his eyes open. Watching me back he smiles and says nothing. I feel out of my body as though I am looking down on it all and realize that I feel more present in this instant with him, someone I hardly know, than I’ve felt in a long time. Gently he places his hands on mine, lips on mine, circling me closer with his legs reminding me what it’s like to feel human again. For a moment I’m liberated from the room in my mind that’s much smaller than the one we share on this warm day in June.