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raininjuarez: A man who works with his hands is a laborer A man who works with his hands and his brain is a craftsman But a man who works with his hands and his brain and his heart is an artist.
raininjuarez: An hour ago, she thought she was completely spent – that she couldn’t move a muscle, that she barely had the energy to breathe. She thought he was done. She thought she could close her eyes and rest … listen to her body creak and
raininjuarez: She was a timorous thing when they first met. Not shy, exactly, but she was skittish and easily unsettled. Almost subconsciously, she experienced the unknown as a potential threat rather than an opportunity. But he was deft and calm,
raininjuarez: So slowly you can feel the individual teeth release.So slowly the anticipation has a texture
raininjuarez: She had him just where she wanted him. It might not have looked that way to others; she was on her knees, with his long body towering over her. He looked dominant — his frame casting a shadow over her — but she knew that she was in
raininjuarez: It’s not possible to steal something that’s freely given But I feel like a thief nonetheless Clandestine and furtive Snatching something of great value While the world spins unaware.
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raininjuarez: This morning, for no particular reason, I had a vivid recollection of her, fine and detailed; the memory opened for me like a carefully creased note, folded and left to be discovered in the pocket of an old suit of clothes. I remembered
raininjuarez: “Whatever are you going to do with me, when you have me to yourself,” she teased coyly. “I am going to do soft things, pretty things, sweet things. Tender and gentle things And hard, relentless, remorseless, vicious things. I am
raininjuarez: This. The rest is noise.
raininjuarez: Slowly I could rush it. I could bury myself with one twitch of the hips, a hard, swift stab. I could suddenly sink in that dark, hot treasure. In an instant, I could be in you down to the root and grinding. I could take your sweet
raininjuarez: In this life of small rooms and narrow hallways she was my open sea
raininjuarez: Closer
raininjuarez: Let me spend you Exhaust you Drain you Deplete you Let me make you limp Let me sap you of the ability to speak or to move or to think Let me in.
raininjuarez: Anticipation is the most perfect torture.
raininjuarez: Hey, you have your idea of what is romantic; I have mine.
raininjuarez: I want to undress you. Yes, I have other things in mind for you – a carefully considered list of energetic, sweaty, very very loud things that need to be accomplished. I’ve imagined – no, I’ve planned – various turns and twists
raininjuarez: Sometimes I need to slow things down. I admit; I often find it impossible. There are so many times when the need to be in you now — to be in you now — overpowers. Remember that little alcove behind the taqueria on Avenue A? The
raininjuarez: My demands are few. Some days with you A lock on the door Your complete, undivided attention The word “yes” on your pretty lips And then, by turns, your devotion, consumption, exploitation, adulation, completion and exhaustion [Please
raininjuarez: She is the water, clear and deep And I am the river bed She slips silently the length and breadth of me Laps at my banks Pools at the bends Beats herself, white and blue, against my rocks And together we run free to the sea [Please do
raininjuarez: My lips at the small of your back. Your smooth warm skin on my tongue Soft. Slow Unhurried. You know, pretty girl, that there is a plan That I have a destination in mind You know I want to be wet with you. To have you dripping from my chin.
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raininjuarez: Pardon me Sorry to interrupt But I think you’re doing that wrong
raininjuarez: Long delayed but inevitable
raininjuarez: I will not live with my back turned toward pleasure
raininjuarez: “Tell me what you’re thinking” she asked. “Tell me what’s on your mind.”
raininjuarez: Early on in life, I learned the difference between “want” and “need.” That doesn’t make me want what I want any less, or make me less insistent on getting it
raininjuarez: He called from the lobby. He was on the way up She could feel her heart pounding down to the soles of her feet And the furnace ignite at her core
raininjuarez: “I’m an exhibitionist,” he said. "Does it matter that you’re the thing I am going to exhibit?“
raininjuarez:She often went out without pantiesYes, she liked the way it made her feelBut more than that, she liked the way it made her think
raininjuarez:There was nothing perfect about him except his hunger, which had no end There was nothing perfect about her, except the desire to feed him How you doin?! Pillaged
raininjuarez:There is nothing sexier than the laugh of a beautiful woman. Nothing. OK, that’s not quite true. My hand, slipping secretively under your dress in a crowd, into your panties, feeling you slick with anticipation. Feeling you press
raininjuarez: Nestled. I want to be nestled.
raininjuarez: Curtain’s up
raininjuarez: When does a man feel immortal? When does he shed the pedestrian limits and bonds of life?
raininjuarez: Next time, you won’t stay away so long, will you
raininjuarez: “Coy” was one of her favorite colors
raininjuarez: … and then, as the morning light offered itself in service of her beauty, I laid a carpet of kisses from her nape, across her shoulders and down her spine, nibbling at the point of her hips, which she lifted, inviting me to bury my face
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raininjuarez: Yes, I suppose I have kept you waiting a long while And the right thing to do would be to allow you to crest. That would only be fair. You seem to be in distress, dangling there on the cusp But you know I am a difficult sort, baby, and
raininjuarez: He’d told her no, a thousand times He told her it would be wrong. A terrible mistake But she didn’t take “no” for an answer And made it impossible for him to resist [Please do not remove the text from this post. Thank you]
raininjuarez: Doors lockedPhones offWorld held at bayNothing but her
raininjuarez: I can tell your future, pretty girlTell it as if it were a thing already doneI can describe for you the whereAnd the howAnd the whyWould you like to hear what’s to become of you, pretty girl?About all the things that lie ahead?[Please
raininjuarez: … . and then we played my favorite gamePlayed it for a very great while While I whimpered and moaned, …….below me I dripped into a pile.
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raininjuarez: He knew every rise and dive of her body – could instantly recall from memory every hair, every scar. Everything that gave beneath his fingers,and everything hard that resisted. He knew every inch of her, as a priest knows his catechism.
raininjuarez: She has a public beauty. The one she shares with you, on the street and in the shops and when she is at work. Her luminous skin, her radiant smile. All the tapers and the curves and the things she sets gently in motion. Hints beneath
raininjuarez: Quick “I’m bored” he murmured in her ear, his lips and teeth working down her neck. His hands first on her hips, pressing her firmly back against the wall, and then inching slowly up to her waist. Strong hands, with a tight grip.
raininjuarez: She was bound to learn patience. At the wrists, her arms outstretched, and at the ankles, spread wide. At the bar earlier that evening, as she complained about the frustrations of waiting endlessly for her hair-brained co-workers to finish
raininjuarez: He raised her skirt slowly Fingered the hem. He brushed his hands gently along her thighs and cupped softly the arc of her bottom. Like savoring that last sip of an exquisite wine, rolling it on his tongue before letting it disappear inside.
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