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       Posted by ACCOUNTING Posted on August 28, 2009 View Comments 1      
great swingers story
You have just found the place you were looking for. Your friends said you MUST visit this special Paris massage parlor. They refused to give you any details, but they promised you would not be sorry. The beautiful woman at the front desk of Chez Child checks your reservation and lets you into a small shower room.

The room is warm and has bright lights for heating and tanning. You take off your skirt and blouse, and admire yourself in the mirror. Then you take off your heels, nylons, bra and panties. You put all of your clothes in a small numbered locker. Most of the small room is taken up by the shower area, and there is no shower curtain. But the warm lights and the warm water really make you feel good all over. As you rub soap over your breasts, you pose for yourself in the mirrors. You like the way you look, and you are starting to get excited while you watch yourself rub and squeeze your erect nipples. You turn around and bend over to soap your legs. You catch a view of yourself in the mirror as you look between your legs. You spread the cheeks of your ass to rinse the soap off, and rub your pussy until your inner lips become swollen. When you stop the shower, you see the cute French bidet. You heard about these but never seen one before, so you try it. There is a soft leather cushion for you to sit on while you spray the warm water on your pussy .You start to get really turned on, because you can see yourself really well in the mirror. You spread your pussy lips wide so the water sprays deep inside you. After playing with your clitoris for a few minutes, you start to shiver and shake with a beautiful orgasm. Ummmmmmm.

While showering and using the bidet, you were waiting for a green light to come on over the exit door. Now it goes on, and you hear the exit unlock from the other side. When you go through the door, you see another small mirrored room. There is a long, narrow, padded massage table with a towel for you to wrap yourself in. You lay down on your stomach, covered with the towel and wait for the masseur. He comes in from a side door. He looks very polite, and professional. And he is very good looking. But he is blindfolded. He knows you are there, but he can't see you.

As he starts to spread oil over your back, the lights start to get dim. You are really enjoying the massage, which never touches you in a sexual way. In fact, you start to wish he would slip a hand under your breast or between your legs, but he doesn't. Suddenly, with the lights dim, you realize you can see THROUGH the mirror in front of you into the shower room you just left. It is a one-way mirror. In the bright lights of the other room, you see another woman get undressed. And while your masseur is rubbing oil on you, you watch the other woman do the same things you did. You watch her pose in the mirrors while soaping her breasts. You watch her bend over and turn her ass towards you. And you know that she can't see you. She is just playing with herself in the mirror. And you watch her masturbate in the bidet, just like you did.

You know the masseur can't see any of this. Only you can. And he doesn't even know for sure if you are watching the other woman. You are getting so horny you can't stand it. You aren't covered by the towel anymore, but he just won't touch your nipples or pussy. You strain and twist your body every way you can to try to make him touch you sexually. You spread your legs wide while on your back, but he only rubs the inside of your thighs. You force your breasts against his hands, but he always misses your nipples. You get on hands and knees and point your ass and pussy high towards his face. But he can't see you, and only slightly rubs the edges of your pussy. In fact, he starts to rub all around your pussy lips, which are now wide open and hungry. But his fingers never touch the inner lips. You feel hollow and ache. You push your own fingers in your pussy and, in only a few seconds, you scream in a wild orgasm, coming almost at the same time as the woman on the other side of the mirror in the bidet. Suddenly the lights get bright.

He hands you your towel and leads you out the back door into a third room. This time HE lays face up on the massage table, and he pushes his hands into cuffs. You hear something click, and you see he can't get his hands free. Then the lights go out completely. As your eyes get used to the darkness, you realize that you can now see into the middle room. You see the other woman lay down on the massage table. Suddenly you understand. You almost tear his pants as you rip them down his legs. His swollen cock is yours to do with as you please, or not please. You straddle his stomach, and lean your breast into his face, and his mouth closes eagerly over your aching nipple. You have another orgasm as he sucks on you while you rub your pussy on his belly. This one is so good that your legs and belly quiver and shake with it for several minutes. By the time the other woman has raised her wide open ass and pussy into the air, POINTING RIGHT AT YOU through the mirror, you are ready. You slide the rest of the way down his cock until it fills you completely. And while the other masseur is teasing the other woman's pussy, you have the most tremendous series of non-stop orgasms you have ever had. You almost pass out from head to toe waves of unbelievable pleasure.

The lights come on, and you are completely exhausted. You hug your masseur warmly and kiss his mouth, tongues probing lovingly. And you whisper, "What is your name? I must meet you again, soon." His cuffs unlock automatically, and he takes off his blindfold. He softly locks his eyes with yours, and he lifts and carries you through the last door. You are still joined, his penis buried hard, tight and deep in your wet, trembling pussy. Your arms and legs are wrapped around his strong back. He slides you up and down his penis slowly, once ... twice. And he whispers, "We are not done yet." Your masseur carries you into the next room, and carefully sits in a narrow reclining swivel chair. His strong arms hold you tightly so that you are not bounced uncomfortably. As he leans back, he relaxes his grip so that you can move freely. You find yourself half sitting in his lap, and half laying on his strong, muscular chest. And he is still deeply embedded in your body. There are no sides to the recliner. You carefully lower your legs to the floor on each side of him. His arms are now completely relaxed, but strong and ready to support you if you lean against them. You slowly try to stand up, and find that you have enough room to lift yourself completely off of him. If you wanted to, you could get up and walk away. But you don't. You are in love with this strong, gentle stranger. All you want to do is squirm back down, squeezing every inch of his thick cock with your quivering vaginal muscles. You bury your face next to his neat beard, rubbing your cheek on the curly bristles between his chin and his neck. And he swings the chair around to face the other wall.

Then you remember things aren't always what they seem. When you look over his shoulder, you know what to expect. You think you will see that other woman raping her handcuffed masseur. But, you are wrong. Instead, you see two women sharing one narrow massage table. The nearest woman is leaning over the near end, with her pussy spread wide in your direction. She is stretched out on her stomach, and has her arms wrapped around the hips of the far woman. She is softly licking and sucking on the far woman's inner thighs and pussy. She is also dipping her hands in bowls of oil next to the massage table. She takes the oil and rubs it every place she can reach on the far woman's body, especially the breasts. You can see her gently squeezing and pulling on the far woman's nipples.

In the meantime, a different masseur is getting ready to join in. He is completely nude, just like the man under you. He has a long thin hose which is pouring a small, gentle stream of liquid. He starts spraying the liquid over the near woman's thighs, ass, and pussy. Then, still holding the hose in position, he steps up to her. Your view is blocked. But you know he is rubbing his cock in and out of her pussy, and at the same time is spraying that liquid around his cock and on her pussy. You are so excited by what is going on, that you can't stand it. You watch the liquid running down their legs and draining into holes in the floor. Every quiver and shiver of the woman's legs and ass cheeks is matched by your own quivers and shivers. You lift up and down on your toes, sliding your pussy up and down your man's cock. Every muscle spasm in your legs is matched by a muscle spasm inside your hot, steaming love box. You come, and come, and come until you almost pass out. When you finally stop moving and collapse on his chest, you can still feel him inside of you. Every nerve is standing on end, and your clitoris is buzzing like a bumblebee. Rubbing it on the base of your man's penis only makes it buzz more.

The masseur and his partner have apparently finished enjoying themselves. He strokes her legs and pussy with more liquid, and then goes over to the far woman. He helps that woman stand up, and the two of them head for the door. She is leaning heavily on his arm. You see that she is still shaking from head to toe with spasms. Her fingers are busy rubbing her pussy, as though she hasn't had enough yet. She is practically bow legged, as she holds and rubs her crotch while leaving the room. The door closes behind them. Your man gently pulls himself out of you, and leads you into that room.

In the meantime, the near woman rolls onto her back and slides up to the far end of the massage table. Now, in a flash, you understand everything. You know what to expect. You know who this other woman is. Not her name, of course. But you know she watched you while you showered and masturbated on the bidet. While she was watching you, she was having her pussy teased. You know she watched you while you had your pussy teased, in turn. When you were on your hands and knees begging for your masseur to rub inside your pussy, she was sliding onto her man's captive penis. When you masturbated yourself in front of your blindfolded man, she was having a hard cock climax. But, she didn't see you finally squirm onto your man's cock in the third room. That was private between you and your man. While that was happening, she was watching two other women do things. These were things the two of you were now about to do. You feel warm kinship with this woman. She was getting excited watching you, just as you did with someone else. Now you want to add your personal touch.

You stretch out over the end of the table to reach her. There isn't enough room for both of you, but that's OK. You reach your arms around her hips and bury your face in her hot, juicy pussy. It smells strongly of spices and oils. In fact the whole room smells like that. You see the bowl of oil on each side of the table. You dip your hands in the oil and spread it as far as you can reach. You rub her nipples and gently squeeze them. Her pussy is wide open, begging for you to stick your whole face, your whole head inside. You feel her constant, non stop twitching, shivering and shaking. Under your tender care, the orgasms don't stop. But they become smoother, more regular.

Suddenly you feel a warm liquid splash over your own twitching, itchy pussy. It feels wonderful. Your man is standing behind you, and is playing with you. He gently splashes the flow over your thighs, and pussy, and up and down your ass. He even slips a small finger inside your asshole, but just for a second. It was almost like he knew that you had an itch there. In fact you itch everywhere in your crotch. You are busy loving the woman in front of you, but you are also squirming your ass around. You aim your pussy as high as it will go, and spread your legs as wide as possible, begging him to give it to you, hard. Then you feel him enter your hot, yearning pussy. Suddenly, he thrusts hard: once, twice, three times. Then you feel him pushing and pounding and shooting his hot sperm deep inside you. You go crazy and explode with orgasm after orgasm, earthquake after earthquake, right along with him. You feel your cum pouring out, mixing with his hot sperm. It seems to go on forever, in slow motion. He spurts, you spurt. He pulses, you contract around his cock. He draws back, you try to suck him back in. He thrusts forward, you squeeze him and spurt at the same time. Over and over. You can feel the warm hose gushing, his hot cock gushing, and your pussy gushing, forever.

Slowly, the volcano subsides. You are on fire. Your face is burning, your pussy is an inferno of heat and desire. Then you feel the continued warm (but deliciously cool) liquid from the hose starting to soothe your burning insides. The liquid continues to stream all over your pussy and legs, washing you. You finally lift your face out of the other woman's pussy. You smile apologetically, because you got a little rough with her. While you were climaxing, you almost sucked her clit right out of her pussy. But she wasn't complaining. Her pelvis was pushing against your mouth so hard you almost split a lip. She is smiling now, and is holding your face in her hands. Her eyes are shiny, almost as if she is going to cry. You whisper to her, "Wait for me outside." She nods, and gets up.

Your man slowly pulls out of you and gently rubs down your legs and pussy with more liquid. Then he massages the inside of your pussy for a few seconds with his fingers. It is like he is saying "Thank you," and, "Good bye." Then he comes around the table and helps the other woman out the door. Suddenly you remember. The very first, other woman was watching this. She and her masseur are now coming into the room. She was the one that you first saw in the shower. She really turned you on while you watched her masturbate on the bidet. And you got a good hot look at her open, straining pussy when she was in the middle room. She was being teased. Her aching pussy lips were being rubbed all around but not inside. You watched her frantic wiggling, trying to impale herself on her man's fingers. You watched her masturbate in frustration while you were filling your pussy to capacity with your man's captive cock. She didn't know she was being watched, then. But she must have been watching YOU a minute ago. She knows the score, now, too.

You climb the rest of the way onto the massage table, and lay down on your back. Your knees are wide apart, and you watch her coming over to you. There isn't enough room for her, but she knows what you want. She knows your hot itchy pussy is wide open for her tender care. You want her cool mouth on you. You want her tongue to lick you inside and out. You want her to bury her face and head inside you, so that she can soothe the jerky, quivering spasms racing through your body. You want to swallow her up with your pussy to fill the aching hollow need. She wants to satisfy you, too. She is gentle. She strokes your pussy, inside and out, with her lips and tongue, while she rubs your sides, chest and nipples with her hands. She spreads oil all over you and soothes your jangled nerves. You almost fall asleep, because she is so gentle and loving. Her face is buried in you from chin to eyebrows. But the orgasms don't stop. They are softer now, but still come in a continuous stream of rolling pleasure. Wave after wave. Then, she starts getting crazy. She squeezes your nipples harder. She sucks and licks faster. Her eyes jump up to meet yours in horror, and she almost looks like she is BEGGING you to do something. Then, ZOWIE, her eyes open and close frantically. She sucks so hard she almost tears your clitoris out. You know exactly what is happening. She is getting the best climax of her life at the same time. It is more than you can take. You go into another round of impossible orgasms, half because of her mouth on you, and half because of remembering what is was like for you a few minutes ago. The two of you buck and twist and push against each other. You try to push yourself down to her end of the table. Her tongue isn't enough. You want to feel her man's cock. You want him to push it through her and deep inside of you, deeper than her tongue can reach. You want her man, NOW, but it's impossible.

There is no more energy left to do anything. It's over. Time to go home. You stroke your new friend's face, and you want to hug her till you cry. The two of you have just shared unbelievable ecstasy together. She mumbles something to you and you nod. You struggle off the table. You can hardly stand up. You can't control your legs, because everything is shaking. If you didn't know better, you'd say you were still having more orgasms. It sure feels like it. You are horny, and squirming and shivering and feel hot flashes of pleasure from head to toe.You try to walk to the door, and can't stop rubbing yourself. You bend your knees and stick your fingers inside and rub, fast and hard. You can't stop. It's like scratching an itch. You can't leave it alone, and scratching only makes it itch more.

You feel a strong arm around your waist, holding you up. It is her man. As the door closes behind you, you lean against it. You reach for his cock with both hands, and pull him to you. He is a stranger, but you want him. He surrounds your hands with his own, and helps you squeeze. He gently rubs his tongue across your nipples and gives both of them a slow, gentle suck, sending sparks through your pussy. His mouth reaches for yours, and you kiss slowly, deeply, forever, with tongues probing. He then gently rubs your burning love box with his hand. He softly and slowly itches the inside of your pussy for you with his fingers. Your vaginal muscles have now settled into a rapid, smooth, unstoppable orgasm. The rhythm of contractions keeps steady pace with your racing heart beats. He understands why you are pulling his cock towards your pussy lips: his fingers just aren't reaching high enough inside you. Still standing, he gently inserts his throbbing cock into your perpetual motion squeeze box. The edge around the head of his penis is exactly what you were begging for. It reaches deep and rubs all of the hot itchy spots inside you perfectly. He whispers in your ear "Now it's my turn."

       Posted by TESTNL Posted on August 27, 2009 View Comments 2      
swinging accident
There were 4 of us on a large bed. Candles were lit on the head board, the lighting in the room was subdued. Things had been going on for a while and I decided to change positions. I got on top. The other couple was up close to the headboard and she was resting on a bunch pillows. There were a whole bunch of other pillows and they were getting in the way.

Someone (I cannot recall who) repositioned the pillows to get more comfortable. Unfortunatley.. one pillows made it's way to the headboard where the candles were. I happened to open my eyes to see one of the pillows catching on fire. The blaze caught very quickly the other guy and I saw it and reacted about the same time.

We both jumped off of our partners and yelled. The two who couldnt see the fire were quite stunned. The looks on their faces were priceless!! For a couple of seconds we all just looked at each other trying to figure out what to do.

The two guys jumped off the bed, one grabbed the blazing pillow and handed it off to the other guy who ran it into the bathroom and doused it out in the bidet. The two girls cheered on the sidelines! We felt like our team had just scored the extra points

Fortunately the only ones injured were the pillow and the bidet.
       Posted by JAY4CAROL Posted on June 19, 2009 View Comments 19      
 Carol: My fantasy is to meet a guy at a bar, flirt, have a drink , have some PDA and or some under the table fun . I love to get off in a public place and no one else knows what's actually happening.
After I'm fully aroused and ready for more , my new boyfriend and I will have Jay drive us around while we get cozy in the backseat. What happens next is always up to me.
Usually if I invite my boytoy for a drive it means I really like him :)
Jay is a good chauffeur and he will drive us around until my new friend and I are fully satisfied.

Jay: It's Carol"s fantasy, I'm just along for the ride.
I met a really hot Caribbean guy at a local straight club that caters to a Caribbean crowd. I went in alone, Jay was parking the car and I took a seat at the bar. Well in a few min a handsome Caribbean 30 something handsome man with dreads came over to chat. "M" is a laid back, charming and sexy man. We had a drink. Jay came in to check out how I was doing. I gave Jay the " I like this guy" signal. So Jay discreetly moved away.
We chatted for about an hour. First off noticing my wedding ring he asked why I was alone.
I explained my husband and I have an arrangement. I like younger men and like my freedom. Good thing Jay is understanding. He has come to enjoy watching me having fun. M was really cool to the whole concept . We started to get a little physical, touching, light kissing,ear lobe nibbling. I brushed his lap with my hand and he was already hard.
We moved from the bar to a chaise and began really making out.
After 15 min I told M I wanted him to meet Jay. I called Jay over and introduced him to M and said we wanted to take a drive. 
jay brought the car around and M and I went into the backseat together.
We found a quiet and poorly lighted neighborhood to drive around.
M and I wasted no time. My skirt was off and his pants were down. I started to suck his beautiful cock as he played with my pussy. It wasn't long before I came.
I would have fucked M but as luck would have a good blowjob was all i could offer.
Next time we fuck for sure. next time we bring condoms :)
Update os of 04/18
We went to Harrisons on a Sat night and Jay as usual dropped me off. I went to the bar to wait for jay. An adorable 30 year old black male R offered me a drink right away and sure enough by the time Jay arrived we were already getting familiar. After introductions, we out to the patio and started kissing but before we broke any house rules we decided to take a ride. R was great to play with. and he got me off as I sucked his cock....just as he was about to cum he pulled out and he came over my tits. I really love that. We exchanged phone numbers and will get together again.
We met up with M at his place. let's just say he was worth waiting for!! Great time. He is in the pictures we are currently posting. Jay of course took the pictures. Next time we get together it will be a 4some as M has a bisexual girlfriend who is stunningly( looks fab in pics M showed us) sexy woman who sounds wonderful over the phone. Now Jay gets to have fun while I take some pics.
       Posted by IRONHORSE Posted on November 13, 2007 View Comments 9      
Public sex act

I have always wondered what it would be like to have sex on the motorcycle while we're traveling down the road.

I see it this way, I would have on swim trunks under my chaps, with a pull over shirt (as not to draw too much attention lmao). The swim trunks would be loose enough to allow access while sitting and driving.
She would have on a pull over top, and either a short skirt, boyshorts, or a t-back/g-string that would allow easy access (again not drawing too much attention.
We would find an old backroad some place, stop so she can sit facing me, and then lean back on the gas tank and start riding me. Once she is steady I would start driving the bike down the road, and we would do this until we both finished.

       Posted by FUNCPLBLR Posted on October 27, 2007 View Comments 2      

to all you cpls,sgl guys above 40 and girls visiting india

Hi we are a cpl frm bangalore India and wld love to meet people who are into swapping from all over the wrold .cpls and sgls who love to mingle and get in tch pls send us amessage on sdc and we will be glad to take it forward.pls send us stories abt your true life incidents and we will share ours with you

       Posted by SHYWTXCPL Posted on January 26, 2007 View Comments 8      
Words Fail Me

Come see for yourself!  lol 

Actually, I was just editing some poetry and thought I would post one on here for grins.  Soft, sapppy and romantic kinda thing written sorta to women in general.


       Posted by CUNABIT03 Posted on December 14, 2006 View Comments 6      
Dear Connie

Dear Connie,
I know the counselor said we shouldn't contact each other during our "cooling off" period, but I couldn't wait anymore. The day you left, I swore I'd never talk to you again. But that was just the wounded little boy in me talking. Still, I never wanted to be the first one to make contact.

In my fantasies, it was always you who would come crawling back to me. I guess my pride needed that.

But now I see that my pride's cost me a lot of things. I'm tired of pretending I don't miss you. I don't care about looking bad anymore. I don't care who makes the first move as long as one of us does. Maybe it's time we let our hearts speak as loudly as our hurt. And this is what my heart says: "There's no one like you, Connie." I look for you in the eyes and breasts of every woman I see, but they're not you. They're not even close.

Two weeks ago, I met this girl at Flamingos and brought her home with me. I don't say this to hurt you, but just to illustrate the depth of my desperation. She was young, maybe 19; with one of those perfect bodies that only youth and maybe a childhood spent ice skating can give you. I mean, just a perfect body. Tits like you wouldn't believe and an ass that just wouldn't quit. Every man's dream, right? But as I sat on the couch being blown by this stunner, I thought, look at the stuff we've made important in our lives. It's all so superficial. What does a perfect body mean? Does it make her better in bed? Well, in this case, yes, but you see what I'm getting at. Does it make her a better person? Does she have a better heart than my moderately attractive Connie? I doubt it. And I'd never really thought of that before. I don't know, maybe I'm just growing up a little. Later, after I'd tossed her about a half a pint of throat yogurt, I found myself thinking, "Why do I feel so drained and empty?" It wasn't just her flawless technique or her slutty, shameless hunger, but something else. Some nagging feeling of loss. Why did it feel so incomplete? And then it hit me. It didn't feel the same because you weren't there to watch. Do you know what I mean? Nothing feels the same without you. Jesus, Connie, I'm just going crazy without you. And everything I do just reminds me of you.

Do you remember Carol, that single mom we met at the Holiday Inn lounge last year? Well, she dropped by
last week with a pan of lasagna. She said she figured I wasn't eating right without a woman around. I didn't know what she meant till later, but that's not the real story. Anyway, we had a few glasses of wine and the next thing you know, we're banging away in our old bedroom. And this tart's a total monster in the sack. She's giving me everything, you know, like a real woman does when she's not hung up about her weight or her career and whether the kids can hear us. And all of a sudden, she spots that tilting mirror on your grandmother's old vanity. So she puts it on the floor and we straddle it, right, so we can watch ourselves. And it's totally hot, but it makes me sad, too. Cause I can't help thinking, "Why didn't Connie ever put the mirror on the floor? We've had this old vanity for what, 14 years, and we never used it as a sex toy." Saturday, your sister drops by with my copy of the restraining order. I mean, Vicky's just a kid and all, but she's got a pretty good head on her shoulders and she's been a real friend to me during this painful time. She's given me lots of good advice about you and about women in general. She's pulling for us to get back together, Connie, she really is. So we're doing Jell-O shots in a hot bubble bath and talking about happier times. Here's this teenage girl with the same DNA as you and all I can do is think of how much she
looked like you when you were 18. And that just about makes me cry. And then it turns out Vicky's really into the whole anal thing. That gets me to thinking about how many times I pressured you about trying it and how that probably fueled some of the bitterness between us. But do you see how even then, when I'm thrusting inside your baby sister's cinnamon ring, all I can do is think of you? It's true, Connie. In your heart you must know it. Don't you think we could start over? Just wipe out all the grievances away and start fresh? I think we can.

If you feel the same please, please, please let me know.

Otherwise, can you let me know where the fucking remote is?


       Posted by NIPPY6781 Posted on December 4, 2006 View Comments 10      
True Story.......NOT!

You are driving in a car at a constant speed. On your left side is a valley and on your right side is a fire engine travelling at the same speed as you.
In front of you is a galloping pig which is the same size as your car and you cannot overtake it. Behind you is a helicopter flying at ground level. Both the giant pig and the helicopter are also travelling at the same speed as you.
What must you do to safely get out of this highly dangerous situation?

       Posted by SHYWTXCPL Posted on October 12, 2006 View Comments 1      
Funtime in Dallas

I went to Dallas on business and checked out a strip club a friend told me about.  Ohhhhhhhhhh LORD, I had the night of my LIFE!  A detailed "blow by blow(pardon the pun)" description is inside..........

I STILL have jelly legs!


       Posted by GENTLEFRIENDS Posted on September 28, 2006 View Comments 0      



Today....I breathe you in....and
feel you inside me

Soft and gentle....ripples through
our bodies......

Imagined kisses that are somehow
more Real.....and penetrate deeper than the physical....

This moment....a special time....a
special gift to both of us

I come for

We touch without touching....and our
breath catches...

It is time to explore..............

Our skin contacts.......and
glides....and caresses...

I come to devour your neck.....

I come to feast on your shoulders....

I come....and am lost in you....and

I come to taste..and taste...of your

You have opened to me....and we are

A journey....reaching
forward....without end

I Want you....You Want me



Dear Twins


I must nibble..........

The moisture from my tongue bathes

You arise and present your full
glory to me....

So beautiful.....

You send forth your messages of
anticipation....not to be disappointed...

Your crown chakra says to
you.........surrender.....and you have...

You penetrate my lips.......finding
your moist destiny...

Suction....gentle....then firmer....

I give freely....

Your Friend below
rejoices......becomes slippery....

OH.........spasm of delight...


Dear Twins


You have filled me....and yet I

Deep within.............the call is
heard to come.....the need for more...

I respond.....and the need

My cells cry out in

Call.......and I Will come......


Join with me in this Misty
Morning....of Hunger

Sing the Body Electric.............

I Blow........and devour your

So sweet....................

I am
nourished..........and yet I Hunger for You....