rough draft...2-08 posted @ Blogger SB sexy dreamland
DENNY comes for a visit --
i have a purpose -
i'am the mother to the unwanted and unloved...
the nighht crawlers. the hustlers - the whores -
the vampires - the geniuses that can't relate to anyone or anything...
the alienated, the rough trade - the outcasts...
the tweakers and the clean...
the drug dealers and the saints, those fucking prety abercrombie boys who just wanna suck daddy's dick and be held in my arms in the twllight hours never admmiting that what they really need or want is a warm hug: "I want mommy" - they all seem to say as they walk through the door --
I'am mommy to them all ...
sooner or later they all come through my door -
visit my "witches castle" in hellz kitchen and enter the coven of "lost children" -- and the knowing...
the warm and the powerful, the hot and the cool --
i feed them -- give them a medicine they could not get anywhere else...
i punish them or heal them -- and i love them all...
recently - late night, i was walking to the diner for a late night snack...
I ran into "Denny" on the street. he looked tired, haggered: his head focused down toward the pavement as he paced down the avenue...
pushing a nice bulge in his shorts in front of him I might add...
Denny had a three day, dirty blond scruff growing on his cheek and chin...his sad kinda boyish green eyes lighting up when i grabbed his shoulders and said: "hey."
I met him toe to toe - and then looked into his eyes...
it was around 2am - it was obvious that hed been on a "meth-binge.."
>>>>Earlier >>> i was in my apartment kinda thinking a grilled American cheese sandwich might be tasty...
i was watching cable,
i got the craving so i darted out the door to the corner diner...
there he was: pacing toward me...
the gait unmistakable...the shoulders, the jawline...the backpack, the boots...yep that as denny...
"hey - bro..." i said and waited for his response...
he tips his head back - kinda cool - and then tilts his eyes toward me - kinda flirting, and shy and sexy all at once..."hey man..."
denny -
i can feel him in my body - id be "jacked" to be in his --
we hold hands and fall a sleep: my other hand caressing his head while also kisssing it gently and then resting my hand on his chest...
he falls quickly into a safe slumber...he's safe here and he knows it --
safe in "daddy's" arms -- safe here with "mommy" --
do you need something to eat -- some cash?
will you marry me ?
can i hold you ?
ok - don't get caught dealing drugs...
dennys strong -- wired kick - boxer body held safely in my arms -- what a treasure to have this wonderful, fucked up - powerful, confused beautiful man-boy--man in my bed and arms...
his medium dark blue eyes looking toward me - wanting soft kisses -- or simply taking the head of my cock into his mouth and mumbling...
"mmmm tastes so good"
sucking on it until it gets rock-rock hard and then pulling away and kinda laughng -- and making me BEG --
for more...
or also
then prancing around naked and beautiful around the rooms of my space -- and then approaching the bed -- he waves his 9 inch dick around and commands: "ok man - u can suck it now..."
he knows how hot i think it is when he talks like that -- pushes me onto the bed and turns me over and pushes his cockhead into my hole...
just enough to fill my cock with blood and make the pre-cum ooze to the suface through my piss-slit...
that big nine incher of his on such a tight little compact 5 feet nine inches tall..all muscle and power and masculine chi tempered with that kinda soft and needy look in his eyes that says -- "i really just need a hug..." then he becomes rough and agreesive and kinda barks: yeah there ya go -- "feeding time...bro" he says and then inserts that huge dick into my mouth -- and then waves it around again...and laughs...
and then goes and gets another cup of coffee and grabs a cig from a pack of "kools" in his backpack...
SITTING there watching him smoke and have a coffee -- i was kinda of in awe of him -- i couldnt live his life and i didn't want to "tame" him >>>i was just content to get whiffs of him when he arrived = put his arms around me at the door -- kissing me a few timesand asking to sleep over...a thump - thump thump goes my heart...
he is my husband -- were married -- ell, kind of --
but i also have to tell you that i'am not a push over and Denny had to earn his way in -- i knew him over a year before i'd let him spend the night...
honour amongst thieves? fuck yeah baby--
the first year after we met i kicked his rough trade sexy ass out onto the street -- after we did the hot-nasty: saying "not tonight...you have to go..."
i know i love him - and yeah he's not available to commit to our knowing each other forever and i guess thats fine -- it might even destroy parts of what we enjoy about each other -- a comfortability to come together and then let go -- and trust -- it ill happen again at the right time...well see each again when we both need it...
watching him - feeding him -- letting him come and go as he pleases -- holding him at night --
seems like heaven...
i never know when hell come back -- if ever...
a guy like denny you can't pin to a commitment...
you have to take him as he is - or he will fade away...
i always knew that about him from the first time we met -- the look in his eyes - he thought - hed found a "mark" >>>maybe he was thinking when he saw me cross eighth avenue --
:i'll nail this guy's butt and then i can sleep in his bed until i want to --- get a shower in the morning -- like a free "motel" -- or maybe even rip the guy off for some cash or something laying around the apartment...and then bail..." but i was quicker and had seen him first - studied him and wanted him -- i walked across the street pretending not to see him -- basically let him think he saw me first -- ah -- but he didn't...
denny exits -- the cave , the castle and the eases shut -- g--damm i feel good - i ponder just when and where we met...lets see that first meeting i suppose yeah -- it was: eighth avenue - and 44th street...he stood out amongst the usual street trade fare...dirty blonde - yeah jacked body - kinda hairy - kinda smooth --
kinda rough and pretty and top-ish - and willing - dressed like a hoty - i spied him from across eighth avenue -- i know he didn't see me -- i watched him along time and then walked across the avenue pretending not to notice him...i'd let him think it was his idea to hot on me - not the other way around.......
-- little did he know i had bitten him already -- had him stunned in my reach -- tranqiulized and pulling him -- as they say -- i can pull the "Blood" right from their viens before they even know it's gone...
more to follow on this later...
