Top Ten List

Every year my friends and I would make a list of ten things that we wanted to complete. Then we would make sure that everything on the list was done before years end. We kept each other on track!! These weren't your run of the mill lists either. Everything from skydiving to a girl on girl action and so much more! Over the years I have continued to make the list every year but life sometimes gets in the way of checking things off the list. I talked to an old friend that still does his lists too, he has the same issue. So the lists pile up...we just keep adding to it and now my list has a little over a hundred things on it. We decided we would start narrowing it down, the agreement was we can keep no more than 25 but I will share my "Top Ten" favorite have to do this year items from my list.

1. Dance naked in the rain
2. Learn to belly dance
3. Get a Tattoo in the bikini area
4. Have sex in a public place
5. Dance on the bar 'til closing time
6. Write 3 poems that are sexually explicit
7. Play Strip and Oral Poker with friends
8. Have sex in the rain
9. Go to the strip club and get a lap dance
10. Have another nude portrait taken

Okay, well I have done hmmmmm, 8 of those things before but I figured if it has been more than five years it's time to do it again. So what would you put on your list?!?!

RAIN

I'm setting here on a rainy afternoon and my mind wanders back to one of the most amazing summers of my life. We worked very long days growing up on a farm and it was hot in the fields. Was when it was too dark to work in the fields and our chores were done we were too tired to move. Our only reprieve was when it rained. We would all finish our chores and take off. There were a couple of different places we would all meet but we just had to get away, take a break and just go wild.

We were good kids but liked to have a little freedom and a lot of fun. It rained a lot that summer but not enough for us. We would race out to the ridge line or down to the lake or just hang in someones field....It didn't really matter. I was falling for a guy from a neighboring farm. We were all falling for someone in our group, the breaks of living in a small town.

I loved to set on the docks and let the rain fall on me. I swear I could feel every drop hit my skin. I could close my eyes and just feel every drop hit my shoulders, slowly roll down over my cleavage and slide down my belly; it would combine with other drops and trails down over my pussy and runs off onto the dock. I could feel the dock start to rock as people walked toward me and I opened my eyes. Everyone just passed me and jumped into the lake except him; he stoped to kiss me then pulled me into the lake with him. I could still feel the rain on my head and he was a little shocked when I wrap myself around him instead of pushing away immediately. He took advantage of the opportunity, pulled me in close and kissed me again. I could feel him get instantly hard against my bikini area.

Our friends were just a few feet away but we were both so turned on. I think we may have set a precedence that day and changed the dynamic of the group completely. We were all a little flirty before that day but never just made out like that before. They taunted and splashed us; of course we went back to group activities but all the while thinking about being back in each others arms.

The sun was going down and we all needed to get home to do our evening chores. Everyone had gone except me, I packed up the truck and decided to stay to enjoy the rain a little longer. I could hear another truck coming back down the road. As it got closer a smile came over my face but when he got out of the truck I was sure to keep a strait face.

"So what are you doing back here, Cowboy?" I asked, with a serious look on my face but with great anticipation.

"I just wanted to make sure this old heap didn't leave you stranded." He replied with a grin, tapping my old Ford.

"She is not a heap and will never let me down!" I said, with fury in my voice. "So why did you really come back?" I asked.

He said "To do this."

Then he backed me up to the truck, put one hand on my neck, one hand on my hip and kissed me. The summer rain was falling on us, every drop rolling down our bodies with such sweet splendor. The sound of the rain hitting the leaves, the lake and the truck. I was so amazingly turned on. He pulled the strings on my swim bottoms and ran his hand between my legs. He guided one foot up to the bumper of the truck and ran his hand the length of my leg and slid a finger into me. I untied my top and slid it off. He bit my nipples a little and moved down to lick me. I was so wet and the rain was picking up. As he made his way back up I removed his swim trunks. He kissed me, pulled me close to him and entered me without missing a beat. I could feel every movement of his body, every movement of our bodies together. We could make as much noise as we wanted because there was nobody for miles.

When we were finished he kissed me again and said. "Let's go for a swim."

We rinsed off in the lake and headed for home but over the course of that summer we spent a lot of rainy nights together. When it rains, I still think about that summer and all that I learned and how much we grew over that summer. I could really tell some stories.

Remember When

I'm often surprised at how easily I'm amused. I laugh at pretty much anything, maybe just because life is too short to not be happy but today I was watching an old movie and could not stop laughing. It wasn't even what I was watching that was so funny...Have you ever watched a movie, listened to a song or even just saw someone that brought back the past?? That is what happened to me today and I tell you what, there for a while it was like I couldn't even control myself!!

I couldn't even tell you what the movie was I just caught the last twenty minutes of it (good thing too). I had a nice little flash back to high school, all of us setting in my parents house watching movies and just hanging out. I guess this story should be embarrassing but no it's still funny.....the guys liked trying to shoot anything down our shirts (for points of course)!! The bigger the chest the more points, should be the other way around (harder target and all....lol), they got the most points for anything down my shirt!

That night we were all a little loud and hyper; I think I had more popcorn down my shirt than anyone had in their mouths. I told them if they kept making a mess I was going to make them clean it up. The guys all looked at each other with devilish grins and we knew we were in trouble. They chased us down, for those of us that could get away....the others were pinned down and the popcorn was cleaned up!!!

I hadn't thought about that in years and all because of a stupid clip of a movie today it came flooding back and gave me a good laugh...........when I pulled myself together I had to make a call and do the "remember when".....lol.

*Desires

Despite an overwhelming desire to step outside of my comfort zone and make a move on the most sensational man to ever walk into my life, week after week I just made polite conversation, kept the flirting to a minimum and went about my life. What I was thinking was taboo for so many reasons...after years of friendly conversation and banter it was almost too much to bare. My heart would race when he was near, nobody has ever had that effect on me, Nobody!

One April day, after our normal back and forth, we were saying good bye and with a few simple words from him, he grabbed me firmly in his strong arms, his kiss was firm and commanding. My heart was beating so loud I'm sure he could hear it. His hands were so strong and sure as the moved along my body. I kissed him back and completely lost myself in his embrace. I felt cold chills as his hand moved over my back. We were breathing in sink with one another. I kissed his neck and I could feel his hot breath on my skin. I was so worked up.

He had me pulled in so tight that I could feel my breasts pressed against his amazing chest as our hands wandered over one an others bodies. His hand found its way to my breast, I kissed him with more intensity as I let myself become completely uninhibited. I slid my hand down between us, I could feel his ample pulsating cock, just ready to break out of hi pants. I released his belt, he opened his pants and I took a hold of him firmly, letting him know that it was my turn to be in control and he responded in kind. The anticipation had been building for way too long and we we just had to have each other, right then and there. We moved down the hallway, touching, kissing, removing cloths; we couldn't get to the right room fast enough.

I sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled him close to me. I took his manhood into my mouth all the way then slightly pulled back, I sucked him in and out massaging the head with my tongue then I took it out and ran my tongue firmly around just the head a few times before going all the way back down his shaft. I could hear him moan a little, I love it when a man makes noise. As I stood up, he kissed me, slid my bra strap down and took my nipple in his mouth, I was instantly wet. I could feel the intensity in the room.

We all but glided onto the bed in one fluid motion completely unencumbered. His touch was immediate and intense. He had just the right touch. Every thrust and touch and kiss was strategical placed. Our connection was vast. Every movement sent waves of ecstasy through my body.

The Ridgeline

The ridgeline could not be more beautiful in the heat of the summer evenings. The sun just starting to kiss the earth, fire dancing across the sky splashing an amazing sky blue-pink onto the horizon. The evening breeze blowing the crops back and forth like it was choreographed just for me. The rhythm is calling me, I have to join the symphony of sights and sounds...

Slowly, I step to the edge of the ridge, the tall grass all around me, the sweet smell of wild flowers on the air. One swift turn and I crack my whip into the wind, lettng it whistle through the air and snap like a firecracker. I move to the sounds around me, my whip following after me or some times leading my movements but always creating intriguing sounds to enhance the dance. The leather wraps ever so snugly around my body with a nice little sting from the tip. In a whisper it will untangle from my skin and whistle through the air again. Every movement strategic, like a dance. Every snap and crack lyrical set to the graceful music of the nature around me. I can close my eyes and flow through the movements, as naturally as taking a breath.

It's like having a dance partner that knows your every step even when it's a new dance. She wraps around me with the delicate lust of a teenager and no sooner than she falls into my skin she pulls away, leaving a sting. I can change directions and my whip is always in the right place. I can command her to be gentle or rough and she will always obey. There is a distinct clapping sound as a whip lays down against my skin, even a slight zip when it unwraps. These sounds, blended together with the almost enchanting smoky sky and the increasing wind, heighten the senses.

Darkness starts to creep in, the sky is speckled with millions of dancing stars as the moon illuminates the ridge. The air begins to cool though the dance is just starting to heat up. The wind is blowing an intense rhythm and my whip is cracking with the fury of the night. She clings a little longer as my skin is moist. She whistles through the air and wraps tightly around one leg, she comes off with a zip and leaves a nice sting behind. A few whistles through the air to dry her off then back to the dance she goes with such intensity. She takes a turn through the air, whispers softly around my belly and slightly snaps a breast. You can hear my excitement echo in the wind. Every turn I make is set to music, every snap is scintillating, I can't stop moving the sounds entice me and the zip caries me to places you could never imagine. She wraps gently around my hips with a slight snap and pulls away with a whispering zip as she whistles around and wraps again with more vigor.

I can feel the pounding rhythm of the land keeping tune with the throbbing beat of my heart. Every movement pulsates through me. Each slap and crack of my whip makes my pulse rise higher and higher. The breeze cooling my skin as the whip slaps down. Every time she wraps around me and pulls off, I feel a little closer to the rhythm. The excitement consumes me, I can no longer hear the music, I can only feel it surrounding me.

Kujaku Poetry: End Poverty and CEO greed

Kujaku Poetry: End Poverty and CEO greed

NO PLACE LIKE HOME

Okay boys and girls... They say "There's no place like home!" So here's the question of the day... If you had to pick just one room in your house, which one would it be and why???

I have a special memory for every room in my house but I have to say for all intensive purposes that the sun room is my favorite room in the house!!! In the evenings I can open up all the windows and feel the summer breeze blowing through the room. No one should be able to see in if the lights are off. I am be free to be as unencumbered as I want and not worry about being seen or heard. I can stand in the doorway and let my robe blow in the wind. The breeze blowing through my hair and across my body. The cool sin-sation allows me to feel free. My warm hands on my cool skin send chills down my spine. I quiver from head to toe. My mind is racing and I can't help myself. There is a freedom in that room that I don't find in an other room in my house. I don't know for sure if I can be seen but I have a desire, a need to touch myself. I can feel the world stand still around me nothing touching me but the wind. The moans grow louder and louder until there are screams in the night. I lay back across the table my body glistening in the moonlight and let the breeze cool my body.

Kiss of a Lifetime

How often do we get that once in a life time chance to kiss the girl of our dreams!!!! Well it's called a once in a life time chance for a reason, right!?!? Well as I've always said boys and girls when life gives you a chance and you don't take it you end up kicking yourself forever! I do not live my life with regret so I took the chance. Here's what happened...

It was after a basketball game one evening my senior year, everyone had pretty much cleared out of the building and I was on my way out as well. The gym was all but locked up but I had to run back in for something in my gym locker. The shower was still running when I walked in. One of my closest friends was still in there. She had lost track of time and didn't notice she was about to be locked in for the night. She was shocked to see me standing there watching her. At first she blushed and words wouldn't come to either of us. For the first time ever we both saw each other as more than friends and more than sisters. I forgot that I even had clothing on when I walked into that shower. I wasn't thinking I just went for it, I could see in her eyes she wanted it too. I don't think it was the hot water that was steaming up that locker room that night.

I got more then a kiss from my dream girl that night. Time stood still as we explored a new aspect of our friendship. My wet cloths were all over the floor of the shower, we were in the heat of the moment, the water pouring over our bodies, her breast in my mouth, our hands....and then we hear voices!!!! Yes reality set in quick! And we could not get to get under cover quick enough! There they were... Two guys, standing there eyes popping out of their heads...tongues hanging out of their mouths. (When I didn't come back out of the building, coach sent the guys to find me!!) One of the guys was a friend, we were hoping to keep thing to ourselves but you know how teenage boys are. We had to do the walk of shame!!! Me in wet cloths even!!!

All in all one of the best nights of my life.........And that was not the end of the night!!!!