Tuesday, March 9, 2010

Speachless

The Ashley Madison website has been good to me. I have an abundance of men wanting my attention but now I have to weed through the ones that I want to keep (even if it's only for chatting with) and the ones that I have to let go. Way too many to keep track of and it has become a fulltime job really. But I must say that SM2 (He is an identical look alike to Agnes's Swiss Mr.) has seriously blown my mind away. This is the message I got first thing this morning...Wow:




I hope you had a good evening. I have season tickets to the symphony and went last night. It was ????, an amazingly robust Italian symphony, complete wtih the symphonice choir and four soloists. The music was exquisite. movemetn interplayed beautifully. It's a symphonic rendering the suffering of the Virgin Mary at the passion of the Christ. The mood was dark and evocative--beautiful in its intense melancholy. The final movement was particularly gripping, filled with dynamic and pulsing passion...almost painfully erotic. The score was like tapestry, interweaving with intricate precision. The effect of the whole almost made you rise and levitate and soar, then plunge into blackness. It was moving.



I thought, then, about you, your hair, the deep pools in your eyes, the graceful lines of your neck, and your soft, delicious skin, your lips slightly parting, your delicious nipples hardening from the arousal of operatic pulse....and how you would feel, your head now filled with Rossini, your ears now ringing wtih twisting, soaring melancholy, and how you feel with my hands caressing you in the dark, my lips tracign the graceful curves of your neck, my mouth meeting yours....




And I thought of fucking you in the dark, back in my loft with the city lights blinking below. I thought of lifting you onto the island in my kitchen, sliding your black dress up your thighs, pulling your breasts into view, just as in your picture...and I would not even take my suit off, my shirt unbuttoned, my coat on the floor, my cock throbing to enter you, to fuck you right there in the dark against the backdrop of the city...to stand there and fucking you, with the pain and passion of an Italian sympony roaring in our ears....

Could all be bullshit but it is well written and I enjoyed reading it.

13 comments:

  1. Wow. As Steve Martin said, "Some people have a way with words. Others . . . not . . . have . . . way, I guess."

    XO

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  2. I think in all fairness with my string of bad luck, she should pass him onto me! And just so you all know, I really have nothing right now! It is a very dry spell I am on...self-induced mind you, but it is killing me!

    But I do have to say it is kind a fun living vicariously through Kat...she is on quite a roll!

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  3. My office door is always open, my dear . . .

    XO

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  4. I would love to come into your office Jim, what will you do with me once I am inside?

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  5. OMG seriously are you two actually flirting in front of me...okay I have turned by back, go ahead.LOL Agnes are you sure you didn't mean to say "cum into your office"..LOL

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  6. Well, I'm certain to be working quite hard, so you may need to find something to occupy yourself for a bit . . . there's room under my desk.

    I'm sorry . . . is this a flirt-free zone, Kat? Alright, all business, from here on out. Including business attire . . . like those slim-fitting suit skirts and crisp white blouses that professional women wear, making it difficult for professional men to think about anything else.

    XO

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  7. Never mind her Jim...I most certainly don't mind slipping under your desk while you attempt to work away, I doubt you will be able to carry on for long before you are pulling me up and ...

    okay...maybe we should take this behind closed doors...oh and the skirt is on, but I just popped a button on that shirt of mine...

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  8. Lol . . . is it getting hot in here, or is it just us?

    My closed door is always open, too.

    Ok, that doesn't really make sense, but you know what I mean.

    XO

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  9. Believe me Jim, this is more action than I have gotten in weeks...I am getting very hot! Where is that office? I may need to pay a visit very soon...

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  10. Just click on my link, and let the journey begin . . . ;-)

    [Wait, that sounds like a guy who runs a ride at Disney . . . not the mood I was after]

    XO

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  11. Well the guy has game for sure. Not the way I would have played it but if it works then there ya go.

    Looks like Jim has the market cornered here! Go Jim!

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  12. Well, my my... such lovely words. (Not you Jim... ;-))

    An intriguing message, that's for sure... I look forward to hearing more about this one!

    And Jim, I'm crushed... I thought I was the only one playing under your desk!!

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  13. Swell . . . in real life, I can't get my wife to touch me; in the parallel world of blogland, I need to buy a bigger desk to keep from disappointing people.

    XO

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