what i want. [28 Dec 2005|01:15am] i want to be aroused. i want my mind to race with dirty thoughts, scenarios, and images. i want raw and engulfing lust. a mind-numbing need for more. an aching for release. i want my cock to throb before reaching the second paragraph. i want to be distracted from what i'm supposed to be doing because i can't stop thinking of your words in my head. i want an unspoken- but understood- connection. a desire to please. to tease. to drive crazy. i want to crave you without even knowing you, but knowing enough to want you. anticipation. excitement. tension. i want the same thing for you. i don't want to meet you. i don't want to romance you. i might want to fuck you... but i never will. the mind has an amazing capacity to create intricately detailed and amazingly realistic fantasy. ...so real that the line may blur and bleed over the edge. this is what i want. will you give it to me? 2 comments|post comment

tit for gmail [23 Jun 2004|02:06pm] i have 5 gmail (google's new currently non-public web email system) invites waiting to be given out to anyone who might want them. the catch: they need to be earned by you. send me something erotic at rawlust@gmail.com. be creative. read back to get an idea or two of what i might like. or go with something you think will turn me on. make me want you. text. images. sounds. whatever you think will catch my fancy and make my cock hard. don't be shy. your invitation awaits. 3 comments|post comment

produce. [07 Jun 2004|07:07am] normally i'm a well-mannered individual, a voyeur at the core, but not in the public eye. i don't peep nor get off on trying to steal glimpses of this and that in public. the other night, however, i was instantly aroused when looking for where the green onions were in the grocery store and my gaze landed on an attractive woman picking up and squeezing various cucumbers, trying to find one that suited her. my mind instantly went into fantasy mode and my cock almost embarrassingly followed. if this is any indication, i think it will be a long summer full of fun. 3 comments|post comment

lazy summer days [04 Jun 2004|10:30pm] summer is here. it's the time when sweat beads onto brows just sitting in a sun-beaten room. more skin is uncovered to be exposed to (hopefully) cooler air. the mind is freed to roam at the boundless possibilities that seem to come with the season. i sit here with a bowl of one of the season's signature treasures- the cherry. small, yet it seems so plump with flavor- it almost seems to beg to be devoured. i hold one in front of my lips hanging by its stem in anticipation, teasing it toward warmth with the tip of my tongue. my imagination drifts... legs are spread wide as a relaxed invitation of trust. your head propped up with a pillow so you can match images of my movements to the sensations being felt throughout your body. up your spine. your nipples erect with desire, goosebumps popping up on your upper arms when i touch a sensitive spot. the heat engulfs you, making you unsure if it's the temperature or the sex that has the hair sticking lightly to your tanned forehead. i love coating my fingers with the wetness from your pussy, admiring it while i run my fingertips along your outer lips. this teasing does nothing but make you drip with even more tense desire. i kiss your inner thighs with soft lips, loving your sighs of appreciation at the gentle touch. my tongue makes random patterns on this soft flesh, inching closer and closer to your pussy, only to move away just when you think the destination will be reached. there is no rush. you will enjoy the build-up on this lazy summer afternoon. saliva trails as the creases of sensitivity get some warm attention, one hand gently caressing the other thigh. you close your eyes for a moment, then feel my lips brush over your slit, careful not to satisfy your need too much, but enough to elicit an audible moan. i smile inward, knowing you are mine. you can feel hot breath between the gentle caresses of my lips as they move along and around your entire pussy. you strain, pushing your hips forward while arching your back, begging me to move in closer. i oblige, finally kissing your pussy- first gently, then harder. my tongue slides out to separate the lips, then slowly runs up and down between your luscious, intricate layers. only soft pressure is used, and care given to avoid your clit, even though it now aches to be licked... small, now firm, yet plump. like a cherry. one word trails from your mouth 'pleeeaaase....'. my attention moves upward- the tongue slides up to the top of your slit, barely feeling the tiny pearl. i lick the skin that covers it and separates you from the only heat that is now eluding you. using one hand, i lift your lips away, finally flicking my tongue expertly against your clit. your legs shudder with appreciation and you are now audibly moaning, lost in the pleasure. my tongue keeps constant contact with it, alternating between circles one minute, then long, lusty strokes the next- with the very firm tip applying pressure that you move your hips into. i relish the taste of you, the sounds of your satisfaction, the sight of your body writhing in front of me. it is intoxicating. you are beautiful when you are at your lusting, panting animal self. i pucker my lips into an 'o' and then slowly take your clit into my mouth, gently sucking and massaging with the soft inner tissue of my lips. steadily, lightly, i continue increasing the suction to just the right level as i gage with the tautness of your body. this makes you buck a little, lifting your ass off the bed. when i start using my tongue together with the soft sucking, you begin your final ascent. your excitement continues to build as your hips gyrate in a steady rhythm while my quick and slick tongue dances over and around your hard clit with vigor, threatening to exhaust its sensitive partner with its constant teasing. you try to fuck my face, loving every second of bliss i am bringing you. our eyes lock for a second, yours pleading with mine to finish the job. i feel your body swelling, and unexpectedly slide my middle finger inside of you, replacing dripping wetness with a long, satisfying, and filling mass. you go crazy. you're shrieking my name, screaming exclamations, and taking quick breaths. your upper body convulses as you reach behind your head to grasp the back of the bed. your face is now completely flushed, and your legs begin to shake. you love the feel of my finger sliding in and out of you, covered with your juices, fucking you in an increasingly faster rhythm, knowingly finding the right spot with each thrust. the steady and consistent work of my tongue has the muscles on your neck straining. when i change from just my middle to both my middle and index fingers, you go over the edge. contraction. you try to pull my fingers in and keep them there, but i continue thrusting them in and out of you, just beyond your control. my hot mouth stays on your clit, still flicking at it wetly and firmly, never letting go, riding your wave as it stretches from a moment to a second to a minute. your hands clutch and grab at my hair, then the sheets, then the pillows, grasping onto anything to stabilize you from the rumble going through you. your eyes roll back and you breathing explodes into mere gasps and whimpers. you are consumed completely by orgasm, oblivious to anything else. your body begins to jerk with sensitivity, so i take my tongue off your clit and savor the final convulsions around my fingers. you lay there, involuntary spasms clutching you as you come down. sweat glistens from every inch of your naked body. i raise my head from the luscious mixture of sweat and come, moving upward to wrap my arm around your spent body. you glow with satisfaction... the summer has just begun. 3 comments|post comment

between seasons [16 Mar 2004|07:24pm] it's too early to really be spring, yet too late to be bundled up in winter. a certain restlessness washes over me this time of the year. i'm anxious, yet can't quite place my finger on what will do the trick to put my mind at ease. i'm unable to relax, yet being up and around only makes me search harder for whatever it is i'm supposed to be looking for. time can't move fast enough, and action makes the seconds pass much quicker than sitting idle... you're in the kitchen, browsing through a catalog that had come in the mail. every so often you lift a grape to your mouth from the bowl that's sitting just right of the pages remaining. you've been trying to ignore my constant stirring since we got home, just wanting to unwind and enjoy some quiet time. i come up from behind and trap you between the countertop and my body, grabbing your left wrist with my right hand, which has snaked its way around you to gain a firm grasp. you try to turn to face me, but i lean heavily into you, making it clear that you will not be able to do so. instead, my left hand plunges down the front of your skirt, expertly finding its way into the space between cotton panties and soft skin. down. further. finally rubbing roughly around your clit with thumb and middle while probing lower with ring and pinky, searching for your wetness. it feels good, but you're not responding- not yet, anyway. undeterred, i pull you away from the counter and down onto the tile floor, turning you over and onto your back. it's cool to the bare skin of your shoulders, but un-forgivingly hard on your spine. you try to wiggle free in protest. i persist, holding your upper body down with my left forearm while pulling my now-hard cock out with my free hand. i grind my thigh into you, roughly circling your pubic mound and sending the first few sparks of pleasure through your body. you spread your legs a little wider- hiking your skirt up in the process- and start feeling a twinge of want coming over you, turned on by the eagerness in me. i've become focused and determined, reaching down to claw your panties aside so i can push my cock into you. you whimper as i enter, the friction of unready skin making for a tighter and rougher fit. i thrust as deep as i can, watching your expression morph into one of slight discomfort with a good dose of pleasure. you lift your hips up to meet my thrusts as i begin to pull in and out- fucking you in a steady rhythm. each subsequent thrust penetrates you a little easier as your desire gets you hotter and now has your juices flowing. i love the warm feeling of you engulfing me, taking me all in- i've found just what i was looking for. you begin to cry out in a mixture of pain and pleasure- i'm heavy on top of you, and every stroke is driving your tailbone into the hard tile beneath. still, you don't want this to stop, even as the heat between our still-clothed bodies is making you sweat and flush. you reach out to grab ahold of non-existant sheets- anything to brace against my relentless thrusting, but can only come up with the edge of the kitchen rug. my knees are getting raw and tender, but the sound of each hard thrust ending in a small groan is intoxicating. i pull one of your legs up higher, then grab a fistfull of your skirt, and both allow me to push/pull into you harder and deeper. i quicken my pace, starting to grunt in rhythm as i feel the wave building up. you tell me to fuck you harder, squeezing my cock and trying to somehow hold it inside you for a little longer on each stroke. finally, i hold your legs apart and continue pounding into you until i come hard and loudly above you. you arch your back to take me all in to the base of my cock, hearing skin slap loudly against skin. the discomfort and indifference are long gone as you feel me fill you up and collapse on top of you, satisfied and spent. my restlessness is gone for at least an evening. 3 comments|post comment

newness [30 Dec 2003|06:51pm] nothing can quite replace the excitement that comes with a new sexual partner. the buildup of tension is undeniable- whether it has spanned a few short hours of a night that started off with the other as a stranger or months/years of a friendship that is finally exploding into fruition. that 'first time' is irreplaceable in my mind and gets me going unlike anything else. the anxiety and stress of the unknown add to the sensitivity of your body- every touch sends shocks up your spine. there may be awkwardness with all the unknowns- techniques, preferences, energies- or there may be nothing but uncontrolled passion and pure lust. only time unfolds these mysteries. the thrills involved are almost as enjoyable as the pleasure itself. grabbing ahold of a body you've only imagined feeling in your hands, grasping at the hardness and softness of its different parts. tasting the flesh and feeling the heat of the skin you've only admired from afar. smelling the previously slight but now distinct personal scent, then the essence of sex fill the air with its heaviness. touching a spot that causes an unexpected moan, telling you to go back and repeat what you were just doing. finding a motion that elicits a satisfied 'YES!'. hearing sounds that are reserved for the precious few. the brain is overloaded. everything moves too fast. it is FINALLY happening. i soak everything up and savor the sensations because i know one thing: it will never be like this again. this cannot be re-created. post comment

anticipated release [02 Jul 2003|12:18am] i want you to come on my hand. you've dropped hints of your desire all day. i can feel the ready wetness waiting- hoping- as my hand slips between elastic and skin and moves downward. gently tracing my middle finger over swollen need, massaging skin that wants nothing more than to be touched and fondled. the smell of your sex begins to permeate the room, the musky odor intoxicating and exhilarating at the same time. fingers find their way into you, enveloped by your warmth. you let out a slow and deliberate moan, and i feel you clench greedily at the long-anticipated penetration. breaths come in short bursts as i begin the sure rhythm. i whisper dirty nothings (everythings?) into your ear, two digits sliding into you with ease. you spread your legs wider, trying to take in as much as you can fit. please fuck me. i quicken the pace. the only sound audible to anyone (who would be) outside the room are the short bursts of your breath and the fluid-drenched movement of my hand. constant, satisfying. your pleasure is my delight, and i drink in the sight of you. beautiful. sexy. woman. your eyes are shut tight, hair clinging to your sweat-slicked forehead. you feel your release within reach and let out a shout. oh yes fuck yes please. i smile as your back arches and see you lost and oblivious to anything other than your pleasure. building. intensifying. hips pushing down hopefully into my woman-soaked hand. bucking. you reach your hands back to grasp at sheets, trying to brace yourself for the pending release. suddenly, finally, the climax comes, and the wave washes over your body and makes you quiver with delight. the sensations are overwhelming, and you buckle away from my touch, trembling. spent. flushed. satisfied. smiling. exhausted. i smile. 1 comment|post comment

small talk [16 Jun 2003|01:17am] let's drop the charade. why is it we feel the need to make small talk with people when we meet them in person? wouldn't it be nice to cut right to the chase and open with 'you look damn good and i want to fuck you- now. does that sound good to you? yes? okay, let's go.' we've all got itches to scratch, and you'd be surprised at how open to random sex people are. we all have less sex than we'd probably like, yet still most can't be that open and honest about what it is we're really after. in the end, we're strangers, so there's really no need to feel self-conscious about being blunt and to-the-point. you want passion? i love coming up from behind a woman, wrapping my arms around her waist, hands moving up her stomach to cup her breasts as i breath hard and hot on the back of her exposed neck (love those women with short hair). i feel her nipples between my index and middle fingers. she moans with delight, pushing her ass back against me as i grind my cock against her ass. after a minute of that, i'm ready to throw her up against the wall... 8 comments|post comment

first time [15 Jun 2003|05:25pm] this should be fun. erotic. liberating. 1 comment|post comment

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