Perfection

Perfection. Beauty is indeed in the eye of the beholder... If something is perfect then you should never change a thing about it. You shouldn't have to alter anything for its true beauty to show through... Love yourself! Here's another blur from SMOKE!

Enjoy! 

Kisses, m.

Perfection

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.

Bad wig.

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.

Recline

Smoke... A little about it? The series is written from multi-characters and it has a different structure than my previous work. And yes, this time I did not immerse myself in the process of creating characters. Typically developing characters beyond who I am... well I become them. So I didn't. The pieces are written in micro style and poetry. I'm not sure how it will be received except so far the reception has been positive. Only I do have to say to my favorite smokers... It is not a dark book or personal at all. There are lighter pieces instead of only dark. Yet I've mostly only given you the darkness. Here is another light one that is a 400 written from a male perspective. My apologies! Love & light! Be well! 

Enjoy!

Kisses, m.

Recline

She's open.

Wide open. 

Legs. 

Arms. 

Mouth. 

Eyes.

I'm closed.

Closed off. 

Hands tight. 

Neck tight. 

Chest tight.

Head pounding.

Mind closed.

Slammed shut. 

This time when I get home she wants it.

A piece of me. 

I can't even think straight when I see her.

Her lips spread part with a sigh of anticipation.

Quivering she lifts her lips out of a pout.

Long slender fingers wrapped around an old cigarette of mine. 

She doesn't smoke but it reminds her of how I taste.
Lips remain slightly parted as she slinks up out of the chair and over without her robe. 

Stupid man that I am, I've wasted the day actually thinking about work. 

All day she's been thinking about me. 

A slight shift in her hip against mine tells me I need to kiss her.
Tells me I need to kiss that sweet mouth back 

Movements remind me to slide my hands across her ass. 

I want to do more than kiss and touch her but my mind wants to spin. 

It's ahead of me. 

I'm already reclining in the chair with her hands on my belt. 

Smoking on my cheap cigarettes while she works on my waistline. 

Thinking of work. 

Quickly she pulls on my belt bringing me back to the present. 

Naked and blowing smoke in my face

She decides she can't wait any longer. 

Hot kiss quenches my parched mouth. 

Instinctively I grab her legs and pull her up closer.

Hot and smooth I can feel her skin vibrate beneath my touch.

Releasing my kiss she takes command. 

Dropping the smokes and putting them out with a shift of her heel she proceeds to

Take me by the hands.

She leads and pulls. 

No words are exchanged as she does what she wants with me.

I’m enjoying letting go.

Opening up to her.

I let her take over removing my shirt and pants gently. 

Rubbing my neck and back she massages away the pain. 

She desires my pleasure in this moment.

Precious creature isn't worried about getting anything in return.
Her mouth slinks downward and against my neckline. 

Her fingers reach up as she kisses my face.

Her breathing sounds are stimulating.

She continues to heal my wounded body with her movements.

Their gentleness guides me toward the chair.

Without saying a word she presses me downward into my favorite position and says... 

Recline. 

Dream Roomspiration: Nudity & The Human Form

Some Dolls & Kens love going ala natural and there's nothing wrong with that... Why not decorate with your favorite state of being!

Dream Roomspiration: Nudity & The Human Form

Would you decorate with the human nude?

Barbie thinks you would do it!

Enjoy!

Kisses, m.