I am having beautiful quote today by Franz Kafka.
A book must be the axe for the frozen sea within us!
This pretty much already says enough. Though I am sure there is more than one way to look at this. And I think that is what makes i so beautiful. What be your way, will you share your thought here with us?
Just a little to the imagination.
See beyond the comprehension!
There is more than we can understand ourselves. Be open minded.
A continuation on last weeks “Reading is Sexy”. A fun and maybe unusual story as they come together slowly. Also from a different angle that I have not done before. I will leave you to do your reading and hopefully enjoy this short Sensual Sunday Story.
Days of rain had spoiled my way to the park. Summer showers they called it on the weather forecast, but if that was true it should at least be fun. And still I sit here with a coffee I my hand staring out the fogged up window, drops of water warping the images outside of the house. It might clear up in the morning today, if we believe the weatherman. And in my mind I am hoping.
In my thoughts I see her riding her bike wondering what she would be wearing this time. Every dress I seen her in pass me by even the one time she was in a pair of jeans and a sweater. But then my brain shifts to what she might be doing right now. Would she still be smiling even though she cannot read underneath the big old oak? Or would she still look sexy reading a book. My imagination wasn’t stopping there and before I knew it I was playing with my balls.
Ideas kept popping in my head on how she might be reading her books when days were filled with rain or other kinds of weather keeping her form going out. Could she be like me sitting in front of the window hoping as well or reading a book to keep her company? Does she even live alone?
Making my head shake franticly and try to forget I even thought of her being with someone. Surely it could, but she is one of those book worms, the geeky kind with their big gasses. No, she is nothing like that when reading those books, but what books make her be so naughty and go out into the open. Her loos may not show it but her heart might be wild and untameable.
The erection in my shorts is thinking its own as my hands rub along the shaft. Filling my mind with filthy little thoughts about her darker side or what she may be like. Does she wear any panties underneath her dress, would she even dress herself on days like this. I want to see her smile and ask what she is reading.. This throbbing is the same as when I watch her move about but I am not man enough to stroke myself in the park, as I am doing now.
Eyes closed I think of her underneath the oak, on a bench, a red bench inside a room. No, no she is lying naked on a sofa reading her book. I am losing my mind as the first drops wet my fingers and the little head. Moans escape my mouth as I lick my lips. Filled with thoughts of her, I fantasize about what she would look like underneath all those clothes.
The hand down my shorts is moving faster and smoother as more pre-cum gets the rim wetter. I am squeezing tighter around the base and balls, while biting my lips and seeing her smiling and rubbing her dress. Time coming to a standstill with my head leaning down on my arm I feel the warm sperm spill over my hand and making a mess down under.
With a sigh I speak out loud: “Tomorrow I need to find out what she is reading she makes it look so sexy and hot”
©Ranting Crow2014
That was this weeks short and sensual. Hope you enjoyed the read and will leave me some thoughts.
Best Wishes
Ranting Crow
The Crow is a simple man who picks his brains and spills them across his blog. Blood turning into ink, his Clawed Feather moves around by heart and body forming the words. His various Brain Spills consist of Rants. Opinions, Thoughts, Stories and even some Poetry.
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