A post that probably shouldn't be read by the timid, easily offended or anyone with my last name.
So a few weeks ago a digital friend of mine asked on her very naughty little weblog, "what turns you on?" To answer it I posted an excerpt from my personal journal. Unless you are one of about six people you don't know what journal I'm talking about, and that's because you are not supposed to know what I'm talking about. I was planning on keeping this post relatively private, but several people who read it expressed how much they liked it. One person even told me she thought it was the best story I had written. I'm not sure if that's really true or if she just really needs to get laid. Either way, that compliment was too nice for me to keep it private any longer.
So I figured what the hell. I'll post it. Everyone already assumes I'm using this blog to meet chicks.
So what turns me on?
Panties.
Specifically, the very first time you remove a lover's panties. When your lips are still moist from hers. And you can feel your heart catch in your throat. As you slide your hands down her bare waist. You sense her breathing quicken as you slowly sink to your knees, prostrate in front of her. She looks down at you, totally vulnerable and yet totally in control.
Running your hands over her hips. Those amazing, tight, round hips. Kissing her navel. Breathing gently on her belly. Taking in the scent of her. Savoring her. Needing her. Feeling her arch slightly, moving toward your mouth. She is breathing as hard as you. You look into her eyes, and she can see your desire.
Slowly slipping your fingers underneath the strings. Those tiny, delicate strings. Feeling the gentle pressure of them as you slowly pull them down over her hips. Feeling them resist, just ever so slightly before relaxing and falling away as she does when you first enter her. Sliding that soft, simple fabric down, exposing her to you completely for the first time, unwrapping the gift that you so desperately want.
The crumpled, tiny garment, now dropping over her long, strong calves, your hands sliding over the smooth soft skin behind her knee as they make the seemingly endless journey to the floor. The slight bend in her knee as she lifts her foot, discarding them, no longer necessary. And on the floor. A tiny weightless triangle of fabric. The last barrier to all that you want, all that you need, all that you can think about. The last obstacle before the sweat and the heat and the glorious, blinding, sticky, salty, aching, moaning, gasping, unifying release of sex.
They are the bow on her finest gift to you. There is nothing quite as sexy as removing a lover's panties for the very first time.
Except for maybe the very next time.
Comments
Damn...
He just left for a 3 month contract, putting 800km and a sea between us.
You posted this 24 hours too late....
Posted by: Cleopatra | July 6, 2004 10:02 AM
For the love of god you have to stop these posts. I know you aren't rubbing it in, but I haven't.... nevermind... even if it WERE physically possible at this point, and even if the husband DIDN'T obsess about hitting the baby in the head with his.... Oy. Let's just say even the bad sex post sounded good to me.
Posted by: xdm | July 6, 2004 03:12 PM
Damn you Jimbo. Although I have to blame myself also - I KNEW what problems it would cause the moment I hit "More" and I hit it anyway. I'm in the same boat as Cleo. Now I gotta go dig out the toys . . . be back later.
Posted by: Lynne | July 6, 2004 03:19 PM
do the panties have to be a thong? :P
Posted by: tassy | July 6, 2004 04:49 PM
Nice story to share, but you are correct: You should not rely on this being the best story you have ever written. I think I can say that because I am (hopefully) not arising any suspicion of trying to get laid by you :)
Posted by: Schorsch | July 6, 2004 05:16 PM
It doesn't matter if you write like this or like Nuts from last week, you tell a hell of a good story. I liked both of them, just for different reasons.
Posted by: Heather | July 6, 2004 05:31 PM
Next chapter, please.
Posted by: jennn | July 6, 2004 05:38 PM
*wet* panties...
I'm just sayin...
Posted by: yvonne | July 6, 2004 08:28 PM
tassy, yours just have to be OFF.
Posted by: the mighty jimbo | July 6, 2004 10:32 PM
yay! off with the wet panties from arguably the worst or best story you've ever written! (i personally like the one about fucking me from behind in my entry way better.)
Posted by: tassy | July 6, 2004 10:46 PM
LMAO...I'm sorry, I just did a spit take reading the part of Tassy's last comment in parenthesis. Context is everything. Thanks for the grammatical giggle!
Oh yeah, nice story Jimbo. :o)
::goes to get a new glass of iced tea::
Posted by: Pua | July 7, 2004 08:52 AM
I've never thought a 2 second act, could take so long! I have to say, I'm incredibly turned on!
Posted by: Appleshell | July 7, 2004 05:05 PM
Wow!!! Very nice. I even had hubby read it.
Posted by: Amy | July 7, 2004 11:35 PM
these lines are damn good.
it sounds real to me, and reminds me pleasant memories ;-) , event hough i'm not a man!
keep on writing intimate and lovely things such as this one.
Posted by: clarapeix | July 8, 2004 03:42 AM