Me horny...
Therefore me bombard you with my crappy writing....
Study of a man
Fade in
He lies in a bed with black cotton sheets. with how much of his skin is visible you’d guess that he wasn’t wearing anything other than the bed sheet. His hairless chest reveals a man who takes some time to take care of his body, but is not so muscular to indicate that is his sole hobby. He still hasn’t tanned yet, but his skin is a healthy tone, glowing like the current dawn light has been captured in it. The brightening sunlight dances through his dark chocolate hair,cut just long enough it is easy to grab a handful and steer his head, but not so long as to give him a feminine look. His hair was a perfect softening agent for some of the sharpness of his features.
Camera pans with him as he rolls his head to move his still closed eyes away from the sunlight, slowly they open revealing two living pieces of sapphire.
Camera moves to stand beside the bed as he sits up and rubs his face in his hands groaning and yawning. He pulls on a red wool sweater that lies at the foot of his bed, it clings to his body, muting some of the definition but still allowing some to show through. He stands up re-zipping the pants that he went to bed in, they too are practically skintight and draw a great deal of attention to the pleasing curve on both his front side, and behind.
He walks off camera but is soon followed through his home by the camera. He walks through the halways dragging the tips of his fingers along the walls. lifting them off the wall when encountering a frame or open doorway. After roaming many darkly colored narrow corridors, he steps into a bright and very open kitchen. A pot of coffee sits waiting for him to pour his first cup, he smiles as the last few drops drip into the pot and he yanks it off the heat plate.He takes a ceramic lined crome cup and fills it to the brim. putting the coffee back he closes his eyes and draws in a deep wiff off the cup before taking a very small almost delicate sip.
One hand holds onto the cup as he walks out the kitchen through a door opposite the one he entered from. He walks through more narrow corridors pausing at one door to grab the newspaper, his hand covers the title rendering it anonymous, as he shoves it into his armpit to open the Frank Lloyd Wright like stained glass door that shields his office. All that is in the room are walls full of books, an ergonomic chair, and a drafing table with a Titanium G4 Powerbook sitting on it. He flips open the lid and powers it up the startup gong making him jump and cringe as always. He set his coffee onto a convient book shelf and reaching into the only drawer in the room took out a Kleenex to wipe the coffee off his wrist.
and this one was originally title glasses but College boy works nicely. when it was first written it got the vasilissa stamp of approval although the ending is brief.
He lay on the couch fully clothed, the blue jeans and blazer look today. His tie that had a silk screen of the frank lloyd wright tree of life window lay carefully coiled up on the coffee table. the top most button of his shirt was undone revealing just a little bit of chest. His shoulderlength blonde hair was pulled into a tight enough pony tail that from the front gave him the appearence of being a clean cut boy. On first glance he looked hardly old enough to be in college, but more careful scrutinization there were enough subtle lines to reveal he was nearing thirty if he hadn’t already passed it. His eyes were closed, and as the sun had not set yet that meant he had a very hard day.
He had however neglected to remove his spectacles. Simple gold frames and lenses, that some how made his face all the more attractive to me. I’d never quite gotten around to getting dressed today, which meant I had on little more than a bathrobe. I straddled his legs and began to undo his trousers.
He woke up and caught my hand. “What are you doing D?”
“Taking advantage of a handsome unaware college type.”
“Is that so.”
“Yes.” the belt buckle tinkled as I pulled it open.
“Why?”
“You’re a sexy bastard.”
“well can’t argue with that logic.” he said with a chuckle as he slid up to a sitting position. I thought he was pulling out, not in the mood. but his fingers played with the edge of my robe. Finally he pulled it open and his thumb flicked my bare nipple. the tips of his fingers drew quick flushes from my skin. his hands gradually worked their way down and I felt his finger on my clit. I bucked myself onto tip toe and away from his hand. “Not fair! I’ve been ready to go...”
“all right... hands off for the moment.” he put his hands behind his head and undid his pony tail as I opened his shirt. I kissed and bit gently at his nipples. he moaned slightly and I felt him wanting to reach down and steer my head. I pulled his pants off and guided his arms to a postion where I could remove his shirt and jacket in one move. my hands caressed his hips, and I slid mine just a touch closer.
“You can touch again.” I said softly. I sighed heavily as his hands slid the robe off my shoulders while his mouth ate at my throat. His hands traced my back and grasping my butt lifted me onto him. I wrapped my legs around him and drew my self tighter against him. his mouth continued to eat at my flesh as I rolled my head back and groaned. my hips rocked on a pattern they knew on their own and his rocked slightly to meet me. “I’m close.” I groaned.
“So am I.” he said almost gnawing at my right breast. My hips sped up and the groan became a little more constant.
I came in a scream, and as soon as I had stopped he rolled us onto his back and made a couple of hard thrusts before finally holding himself in and collapsing. “What a way to end a rough day.” he whispered into my moist skin.
and finally a Fredrick Pope-esque piece.
His hair had come loose from the pony tail holder as he lay on his left side in bed. Sheets of music paper lay around him. some were the works of others but the majority bore his scribbles. His very battered looking violin lay on the bed as well, the scroll on a pillow like a lover asleep beside him, the bow mimicking a leg. He lay there forever twirling the pencil between his fingers before putting it to the page and making some small marks. I was too far from the head of his bed to see exactly what he was doing. His voice was like a muffled gong, resonant but quiet, “Are you here to come in or to waste all my well collected heat?” His eyes remained fixed on his papers. I startled and stepped the rest of the way in. “I’m sorry Maestro.” I had to turn my back to him in order to secure the door latch and when I turned back around, I found he had shifted position.
He’d rolled onto his back revealing that his shirt was unbuttoned and only resembled a closed shirt by remaining tucked firmly into the waist of his trousers. the gap was enough though to reveal, in brief flashes, his pale hairless chest, sculpted by years of his virtuosity on the instrument that was his bed companion. I quivered beneath my clothes in the anticipation of his arms coming around my chest, to have my back pressed against his chest, and to feel his hips lightly brush my buttocks. To have him whisper in my ear, as he guides my instrument to a better position, to feel his long callused fingers grasp my wrists and force them into their proper form, this is what I wanted.
The muffled gong of his voice brought me to my senses, “Ruby...While you are early we do not have all the time in the world. you must unpack immediately.” I flushed and set my case down quickly. “Forgive me Maestro.” The zippers on the black ripstop nylon tormented me, mimicking the sound I wanted to hear produced by my hands on his trousers. The latch for once calmed me as it clacked open. I opened the case with it’s faint groan and slowly drew the silk and velvet blanket off my violin.
I was bent over my case when I felt his hands on my hips. “Ruby...” My heart stopped as he touched me and spoke my name. “Stand up, slowly. Leave your instrument in the case.” I did as he asked and tried to keep from shivering as his hand followed me up. When I was fully upright his hand rested on my chest just below my throat. “Has anyone told you that you are very lovely ruby.” I didn’t speak. “I asked you a question Ruby. Has anyone ever complimented you on your Red hair, your shapely figure?”
“No Maestro.” I whispered. his fingers slid up my neck and embraced my jaw. Even if I had the urge to move, there was no way I could have. “Have I ever told you how much I dislike being called Maestro?”
“No....”
“Well I do. You may call me Kevin. Is that alright with you ruby?”
“Yes.”
“Yes what?”
“Yes Kevin.”
“Good. when we are alone you may call me by my name ruby.”
“All right Kevin.”
“Now...” his fingers grasped the collar of my coat and pulled it down off of my shoulders. “That’s much better.” He said as it thudded to the floor. His hands began to caress the boning in my top. “This better not be a real corset Ruby.”
“No...The boning just keeps it form fitting.”
“Good. I want you to go and sit on my bed.”
“But why kevin?” My voice sounded too frightened. “Because I’m going to give you a new lesson. Now go.” I slid through his grasp and went to sit on the foot of his bed.
He reached across my lap to take hold of the bow. his trousers clung to his ass and I had to keep from drooling. “Now do you know why they use Pernambuco for bows ruby?” I shook my head, and then realizing I was guesturing to his ass said, “No.”
“Because it’s strong, and incredibly flexible. It really truly is the best wood for a bow.” he stood up. His shirt had come a little looser. “it’s also good for this.” It thwacked across my legs. And even through my skirt and the leather of my boots there was that enitial sting that made me suck my breath in quickly, and then there was warmth, and it flowed through me. The moan was low in my chest and took a moment to escape my lips.
I felt him pulling on the hem of my skirt, slowly drawing it down and off of my legs. I made no effort to prevent him from doing so. He pulled my boots off and I felt his tongue caress the reddness. “Ruby. remove your top.”
“I-”
“Remove your top!” the bow smacked across my theighs and I jumped. I reached under my left arm and drew the zipper down. I slid out of the red satin and brocade, and I sat now on his bed wearing only my underwear. “Much better Ruby. Now lay back.” I did as he said, and I felt his fingers draw the last of my clothing off. He lay down beside me, his fingers dancing over my bare flesh. “I know you are attracted to me ruby.” he whispered in my ear. “and I want you to know that I find you very beautiful.”
“Thank you.” I whispered.
“Do you want to undress me?”
“Yes.”
“Well why aren’t you doing it then.” My hands trembled as I pulled the white cotton away from his torso. My hands caressed his well formed pecs and abs as they slithered down to his trousers. the button made a loud pop as I opened it. the zipper was exactly what I had imagined it would be. What I hadn’t imagined was that he wasn’t wearing anything beneath those trousers.
He was hard and thick as I removed his pants. his hands grasped my wrists and pushed them above my head. his mouth met mine, and I found his lips deliciously soft. He moved one knee inbetween my legs, and then the second joined the first. “do you want me inside you.”
“Yes.” I whispered. his hips lowered and slowly he entered me. He released my wrists and held himself above me just gently rocking his hips back and forth. I grasped his ass trying to hold him in. I was cumming quickly. he began grunting and increasing the speed that he thrust into me. I screamed as the orgasm hit me, and moments later felt him collapse on top of me after having spent himself. he rolled off of me, “you’d better get dressed, my next pupil will be here soon.” his face softened, as he looked back on me. “and you are the only student I’ve wanted to do this with ruby.”
“oh well...umm...” I pulled my clothes on. and packing my instrument back up got ready to leave, he’d already gotten redressed, and his shirt was buttoned up to the throat. “I’ll see you next week ruby.”
“yes.” I said walking out, smiling at his next pupil, a young boy, and thinking to myself, “Wonder what my lesson will be next week.”
Study of a man
Fade in
He lies in a bed with black cotton sheets. with how much of his skin is visible you’d guess that he wasn’t wearing anything other than the bed sheet. His hairless chest reveals a man who takes some time to take care of his body, but is not so muscular to indicate that is his sole hobby. He still hasn’t tanned yet, but his skin is a healthy tone, glowing like the current dawn light has been captured in it. The brightening sunlight dances through his dark chocolate hair,cut just long enough it is easy to grab a handful and steer his head, but not so long as to give him a feminine look. His hair was a perfect softening agent for some of the sharpness of his features.
Camera pans with him as he rolls his head to move his still closed eyes away from the sunlight, slowly they open revealing two living pieces of sapphire.
Camera moves to stand beside the bed as he sits up and rubs his face in his hands groaning and yawning. He pulls on a red wool sweater that lies at the foot of his bed, it clings to his body, muting some of the definition but still allowing some to show through. He stands up re-zipping the pants that he went to bed in, they too are practically skintight and draw a great deal of attention to the pleasing curve on both his front side, and behind.
He walks off camera but is soon followed through his home by the camera. He walks through the halways dragging the tips of his fingers along the walls. lifting them off the wall when encountering a frame or open doorway. After roaming many darkly colored narrow corridors, he steps into a bright and very open kitchen. A pot of coffee sits waiting for him to pour his first cup, he smiles as the last few drops drip into the pot and he yanks it off the heat plate.He takes a ceramic lined crome cup and fills it to the brim. putting the coffee back he closes his eyes and draws in a deep wiff off the cup before taking a very small almost delicate sip.
One hand holds onto the cup as he walks out the kitchen through a door opposite the one he entered from. He walks through more narrow corridors pausing at one door to grab the newspaper, his hand covers the title rendering it anonymous, as he shoves it into his armpit to open the Frank Lloyd Wright like stained glass door that shields his office. All that is in the room are walls full of books, an ergonomic chair, and a drafing table with a Titanium G4 Powerbook sitting on it. He flips open the lid and powers it up the startup gong making him jump and cringe as always. He set his coffee onto a convient book shelf and reaching into the only drawer in the room took out a Kleenex to wipe the coffee off his wrist.
and this one was originally title glasses but College boy works nicely. when it was first written it got the vasilissa stamp of approval although the ending is brief.
He lay on the couch fully clothed, the blue jeans and blazer look today. His tie that had a silk screen of the frank lloyd wright tree of life window lay carefully coiled up on the coffee table. the top most button of his shirt was undone revealing just a little bit of chest. His shoulderlength blonde hair was pulled into a tight enough pony tail that from the front gave him the appearence of being a clean cut boy. On first glance he looked hardly old enough to be in college, but more careful scrutinization there were enough subtle lines to reveal he was nearing thirty if he hadn’t already passed it. His eyes were closed, and as the sun had not set yet that meant he had a very hard day.
He had however neglected to remove his spectacles. Simple gold frames and lenses, that some how made his face all the more attractive to me. I’d never quite gotten around to getting dressed today, which meant I had on little more than a bathrobe. I straddled his legs and began to undo his trousers.
He woke up and caught my hand. “What are you doing D?”
“Taking advantage of a handsome unaware college type.”
“Is that so.”
“Yes.” the belt buckle tinkled as I pulled it open.
“Why?”
“You’re a sexy bastard.”
“well can’t argue with that logic.” he said with a chuckle as he slid up to a sitting position. I thought he was pulling out, not in the mood. but his fingers played with the edge of my robe. Finally he pulled it open and his thumb flicked my bare nipple. the tips of his fingers drew quick flushes from my skin. his hands gradually worked their way down and I felt his finger on my clit. I bucked myself onto tip toe and away from his hand. “Not fair! I’ve been ready to go...”
“all right... hands off for the moment.” he put his hands behind his head and undid his pony tail as I opened his shirt. I kissed and bit gently at his nipples. he moaned slightly and I felt him wanting to reach down and steer my head. I pulled his pants off and guided his arms to a postion where I could remove his shirt and jacket in one move. my hands caressed his hips, and I slid mine just a touch closer.
“You can touch again.” I said softly. I sighed heavily as his hands slid the robe off my shoulders while his mouth ate at my throat. His hands traced my back and grasping my butt lifted me onto him. I wrapped my legs around him and drew my self tighter against him. his mouth continued to eat at my flesh as I rolled my head back and groaned. my hips rocked on a pattern they knew on their own and his rocked slightly to meet me. “I’m close.” I groaned.
“So am I.” he said almost gnawing at my right breast. My hips sped up and the groan became a little more constant.
I came in a scream, and as soon as I had stopped he rolled us onto his back and made a couple of hard thrusts before finally holding himself in and collapsing. “What a way to end a rough day.” he whispered into my moist skin.
and finally a Fredrick Pope-esque piece.
His hair had come loose from the pony tail holder as he lay on his left side in bed. Sheets of music paper lay around him. some were the works of others but the majority bore his scribbles. His very battered looking violin lay on the bed as well, the scroll on a pillow like a lover asleep beside him, the bow mimicking a leg. He lay there forever twirling the pencil between his fingers before putting it to the page and making some small marks. I was too far from the head of his bed to see exactly what he was doing. His voice was like a muffled gong, resonant but quiet, “Are you here to come in or to waste all my well collected heat?” His eyes remained fixed on his papers. I startled and stepped the rest of the way in. “I’m sorry Maestro.” I had to turn my back to him in order to secure the door latch and when I turned back around, I found he had shifted position.
He’d rolled onto his back revealing that his shirt was unbuttoned and only resembled a closed shirt by remaining tucked firmly into the waist of his trousers. the gap was enough though to reveal, in brief flashes, his pale hairless chest, sculpted by years of his virtuosity on the instrument that was his bed companion. I quivered beneath my clothes in the anticipation of his arms coming around my chest, to have my back pressed against his chest, and to feel his hips lightly brush my buttocks. To have him whisper in my ear, as he guides my instrument to a better position, to feel his long callused fingers grasp my wrists and force them into their proper form, this is what I wanted.
The muffled gong of his voice brought me to my senses, “Ruby...While you are early we do not have all the time in the world. you must unpack immediately.” I flushed and set my case down quickly. “Forgive me Maestro.” The zippers on the black ripstop nylon tormented me, mimicking the sound I wanted to hear produced by my hands on his trousers. The latch for once calmed me as it clacked open. I opened the case with it’s faint groan and slowly drew the silk and velvet blanket off my violin.
I was bent over my case when I felt his hands on my hips. “Ruby...” My heart stopped as he touched me and spoke my name. “Stand up, slowly. Leave your instrument in the case.” I did as he asked and tried to keep from shivering as his hand followed me up. When I was fully upright his hand rested on my chest just below my throat. “Has anyone told you that you are very lovely ruby.” I didn’t speak. “I asked you a question Ruby. Has anyone ever complimented you on your Red hair, your shapely figure?”
“No Maestro.” I whispered. his fingers slid up my neck and embraced my jaw. Even if I had the urge to move, there was no way I could have. “Have I ever told you how much I dislike being called Maestro?”
“No....”
“Well I do. You may call me Kevin. Is that alright with you ruby?”
“Yes.”
“Yes what?”
“Yes Kevin.”
“Good. when we are alone you may call me by my name ruby.”
“All right Kevin.”
“Now...” his fingers grasped the collar of my coat and pulled it down off of my shoulders. “That’s much better.” He said as it thudded to the floor. His hands began to caress the boning in my top. “This better not be a real corset Ruby.”
“No...The boning just keeps it form fitting.”
“Good. I want you to go and sit on my bed.”
“But why kevin?” My voice sounded too frightened. “Because I’m going to give you a new lesson. Now go.” I slid through his grasp and went to sit on the foot of his bed.
He reached across my lap to take hold of the bow. his trousers clung to his ass and I had to keep from drooling. “Now do you know why they use Pernambuco for bows ruby?” I shook my head, and then realizing I was guesturing to his ass said, “No.”
“Because it’s strong, and incredibly flexible. It really truly is the best wood for a bow.” he stood up. His shirt had come a little looser. “it’s also good for this.” It thwacked across my legs. And even through my skirt and the leather of my boots there was that enitial sting that made me suck my breath in quickly, and then there was warmth, and it flowed through me. The moan was low in my chest and took a moment to escape my lips.
I felt him pulling on the hem of my skirt, slowly drawing it down and off of my legs. I made no effort to prevent him from doing so. He pulled my boots off and I felt his tongue caress the reddness. “Ruby. remove your top.”
“I-”
“Remove your top!” the bow smacked across my theighs and I jumped. I reached under my left arm and drew the zipper down. I slid out of the red satin and brocade, and I sat now on his bed wearing only my underwear. “Much better Ruby. Now lay back.” I did as he said, and I felt his fingers draw the last of my clothing off. He lay down beside me, his fingers dancing over my bare flesh. “I know you are attracted to me ruby.” he whispered in my ear. “and I want you to know that I find you very beautiful.”
“Thank you.” I whispered.
“Do you want to undress me?”
“Yes.”
“Well why aren’t you doing it then.” My hands trembled as I pulled the white cotton away from his torso. My hands caressed his well formed pecs and abs as they slithered down to his trousers. the button made a loud pop as I opened it. the zipper was exactly what I had imagined it would be. What I hadn’t imagined was that he wasn’t wearing anything beneath those trousers.
He was hard and thick as I removed his pants. his hands grasped my wrists and pushed them above my head. his mouth met mine, and I found his lips deliciously soft. He moved one knee inbetween my legs, and then the second joined the first. “do you want me inside you.”
“Yes.” I whispered. his hips lowered and slowly he entered me. He released my wrists and held himself above me just gently rocking his hips back and forth. I grasped his ass trying to hold him in. I was cumming quickly. he began grunting and increasing the speed that he thrust into me. I screamed as the orgasm hit me, and moments later felt him collapse on top of me after having spent himself. he rolled off of me, “you’d better get dressed, my next pupil will be here soon.” his face softened, as he looked back on me. “and you are the only student I’ve wanted to do this with ruby.”
“oh well...umm...” I pulled my clothes on. and packing my instrument back up got ready to leave, he’d already gotten redressed, and his shirt was buttoned up to the throat. “I’ll see you next week ruby.”
“yes.” I said walking out, smiling at his next pupil, a young boy, and thinking to myself, “Wonder what my lesson will be next week.”